He is ten when they first meet, via fishing pole, and the first thing she does is slap his cheek; not a hello or a handshake, but a slap. Its a motion that leaves him ready to fight, but the pokemon below him gives a cry and he is reminded all to quickly of the Spearrow behind him. He asks for help and before she can finish talking he is already riding off. At the time neither know it, but for the boy on the bicycle and the girl running behind, this is only a first in a series of firsts.
The Maiden's Festival is a wonder, Ash decides while waiting for Misty to show, one minute they're trying to keep Brock from chasing after a girl and the
She had dreamed of their wedding day ever since the first time he'd said, "I love you." But she had never thought that her special day would turn out like it was. In her dreams they would marry on a Thursday, and always on a Thursday, in a small chapel just west of Pallet Town. Only their closest friends and family would attend, because they would be the only witnesses they needed.
Her sisters would serve as her bridemaids in dresses of blue silk and Ash's groomsmen would wear bow ties the same shade of blue. She would wear a white wedding dress and her mother's veil and he would wear a black tux with his hair wild and messy. The organis
Scrap pieces of red and white construction paper fell aimlessly to the floor as the sound of cutting scissors filled the room. Lacey paper doilies were passed from hearts of red to hearts of pink, deciding which looked best. The smell of glue entered the room as it was spread across thin paper hearts and glitter was sprinkled upon. Satisfied with her work, the young coordinator gave a small smile and began to address the numerous hearts.
"And done." She announced as she sealed the last envelope with a small heart sticker.
"Finally." A voice said, drawing her attention to the doorway. "You and Brock have been busy all day with this V
Once upon a time, she wore a dress of white and I, a suit of black in a crowd of family and friends. With a future before us, we each made a promise in the form of vows; to love the other, for richer or poorer in sickness and health, till death do us part. Now many years have passed, since Misty and I began our once upon a time and now with each passing day I can't help but repeat our wedding vows over and over in my head each time I look at her.
The living room is warm when I enter and I can't help but let out a sigh of relief to see that my wife's damp clothes have been replaced by a nightgown and robe. No words are spoken as I take a s
On his tenth birthday, Ash Ketchum was given a backpack of supplies, a belt of pokeballs, a stubborn Pikachu, and the title pokemon trainer. To most people becoming a trainer was only a small accomplishment that children were allowed too, but to Ash it was a part of life. Thats was why when ever someone asked if he and his friends were trainers, he always found himself nodding quickly before saying, "I'm Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town."
At age twelve he earned the title of best friend when he was forced to say goodbye to the two people he had traveled with for what seemed like forever. But his grief lasted shortly for he was soon starting a n
For those who didn't know Professor Samuel Oak, it would come as a complete surprise to find that the elderly man lead a secret life. By day Samuel Oak was the kindhearted, poetry loving professor who led his daily life through Pallet Town, but by night the elderly professor became Oak Tree, the well known poet of Virdian City's underground poetry club.
Every Tuesday night, 'Oak Tree' took the stage and spoke of poems describng two opposing lovers, while the crowds around him snapped him on. And tonight all poetry lovers gathered to hear the newest poem about 'Oak Tree's' odd couple.
From behind the curtain, the elderely poet adjusted his
The full moon of Sinnoh added light to the already bright paper laterns of the small town's festival. Below the laterns a celebration was held. Excitment filled the streets as children in kimonos dashed to and fro and others chatted endlessly of what they hoped the night held. Amongst the people, a raven haired teen watched the excitment from afar and waited for the arrival of his own friends.
"Kinda reminds me of the festival in Kanto. Huh Pikachu?"
"Pi." The yellow mouse said, before being thrown off by the loud rumble of Ash's stomach.
Quickly apologizing, he pulled the mouse to his shoulder and brought a hand to his rumbling sto
Like any coordinator, Drew Williams knew the power of presentation. By definiton, it was a manner of style, but to a coordinator it was a way of life. And Drew made sure to apply presentation to every area of his life, especially his love life.
Years ago when he and May were budding teens, he had made sure that every time their paths had crossed he had left her with a dazzling presentation. And of course he had left an impression, but then again so had she.
So now here he found himself, no longer a young teen who secretly offered roses to the girl he liked with a satisfying smirk, but an adult ready to take his life in a new direction.
The sky was clear and the moon was bright as she walked the familar streets of Pallet Town. Her once styled hair, now fell to her shoulders, free of the bobby pins, Daisy had forced into place. A chill of air blew and she found herself pulling the navy wrap closer to her body. Fallen tears stained her face and she found herself blinking back anymore tears left to shed.
"Why?" Misty repreated once again to herself. "Why did you do it Ash?"
Away, but still close enough she could still see the lights and hear the laughter of those attending Ash's celebration. Just a few moments ago she was amongst those attending the party, but now she
From the time she could remember, she had always been a worrier. When she was little she worried that the other pokemon would make fun of her goldeen, because its tail was bigger than its body, when she seperated from Ash and Brock, she worried about what they would become without her, and when Ash asked for her hand in marriage, she could only worry what kind of wife she would make. But now as a mother, Misty Ketchum's worries only multiplied.
"He's not ready for this Ash. Trevor is just a little boy. What if he gets hurt?" Misty protested as her husband removed the training wheels from their oldest son's bike.
"Misty, it's a bicycl