Squirtle,Totodile,Mudkip
11-17-2004, 10:42 PM
O.K. This is my first story. As they are about catching pokemon, this is about a Gastly.
GHASTLY GASTLY
Chapter 1
It was cold and dark. He held out his Pokeball in case of an attack. There was a heavy breathing down his back.
Bartholemeu wheeled around, expecting a Pokemon to jump out at him. Instead, he saw nothing. The townspeople had advised him not to come in here, that spirits haunted the cave. Now he regretted not heeding what they has said.
Indeed, someone, or something was in here. Walking along the wall of the cave, Bartholemeu tripped on a stone. Trying to regain his balance, he stumbled again. This time it was not on a rock.
The next strange thing Bartholemeu noticed was a pair of fangs closing around his head. The funny thing about it was, how could something be biting his head off? Once he was sure he was dreaming, a Ghastly face flashed in front of him. Now astonished, worried, frightened, he gripped a handhole of the wall of the cave firmly. Convincing himself that nothing was wrong, he followed the stone corridor into a still darker room.
A chill ran down Bartholemeu's spine. Stopping suddenly, he turned around and game face-to-face with a Gastly.
GHASTLY GASTLY
Chapter 1
It was cold and dark. He held out his Pokeball in case of an attack. There was a heavy breathing down his back.
Bartholemeu wheeled around, expecting a Pokemon to jump out at him. Instead, he saw nothing. The townspeople had advised him not to come in here, that spirits haunted the cave. Now he regretted not heeding what they has said.
Indeed, someone, or something was in here. Walking along the wall of the cave, Bartholemeu tripped on a stone. Trying to regain his balance, he stumbled again. This time it was not on a rock.
The next strange thing Bartholemeu noticed was a pair of fangs closing around his head. The funny thing about it was, how could something be biting his head off? Once he was sure he was dreaming, a Ghastly face flashed in front of him. Now astonished, worried, frightened, he gripped a handhole of the wall of the cave firmly. Convincing himself that nothing was wrong, he followed the stone corridor into a still darker room.
A chill ran down Bartholemeu's spine. Stopping suddenly, he turned around and game face-to-face with a Gastly.