rsp219

https://rsp219.deviantart.com/journal/Taking-requests-for-short-stories-391302534 Check the link above, I'll repeat what I said there: I will take the first five requests to write short stories for any peoples on the nuzlocke forum, with the following rules. 1. first come, first serve. 2. Stories will be about 1-2 pages/500 words in Microsoft Word. 3. if you ask for somthing NSFW, don't be shocked if it actually is NSFW. Click the link above and leave a comment on the journal ONLY COMMENTS LEFT IN THE JOURNAL COUNT FOR REQUESTS, NOT ON THIS POST https://rsp219.deviantart.com/journal/Taking-requests-for-short-stories-391302534  Link agai

It has been two weeks, since Herman Maltz has gone missing. Herman Maltz, the Heracross gijinka, was a kind man, who owned a small grocery store in Goldenrod.  He didn’t take shit from anyone, especially shoplifters.  Pity on anyone who tried to bring harm to Mr. Maltz or his customers, for the Heracross would literally throw them out of his store if they tried to stir up trouble. Until he went missing, that is.   It happened so suddenly, one day he closed as usual, and then the next morning he wasn’t there.  Mr. Maltz didn’t have any close family, his wife had left him 3 years prior and had no comment on his disappearanc

The scent of saltwater wafted through his nostrils, the sound of the busy streets clogged his ears, and nostalgia squeezed his heart. Castelia didn’t seem to change at all… The skyline had shrunk since he was here last. The once great skyscrapers that he used to see every day were gone, replaced with half finished replacements. Like toy blocks, except made of steel, they would soon reach their former glory. Gregory was, for once in the past few days, alone. He had to practically bribe the hyper red-eyed brat with future visits to CasteliaCone just so he could have today to himself. There was one place he had to go… The

“Attention passengers! We will be arriving in Castelia City in approximately two days!” Two days… two days of relaxation on a pleasant boat ride. Then Greg would be home, a home he hadn’t seen in five years. How much had the city changed since he had been away? Would it all be different or would there still be some familiar places? What about his old friends… were they still there? “Greg?” a familiar voice broke the silence. “Hey man, how’ve you been?” “Oh, hi Mark… you jerk,” Gregory replied half-assed. “Thanks for telling me about the new gym, by the w

“Alright Pug, one more ember!” Gregory called to his canine companion. The small puppy belched another small fireball at his floating metallic opponent, knocking it out of the air. Pug ran back to his owner, who happily stroked the orange-furred puppy. “Awesome!” Neil embraced his friend from behind. “You’re so cool! The way you command your team and-and they’re awesome too and stuff!” “I’m just…” Greg chuckled weakly. “Just doing what any ordinary trainer would do… you can let go now.” “S-Sorry,” the smaller boy mumbled, taking a few st

There were two things going through Greg’s head. First, he wanted to rent a room at the Pokemon Center and get a good night’s sleep. The second was finding Mark and bashing his head in for “forgetting” about the new gym in Aspertia. Mark would have to wait, sleep was needed. He wasn’t able to think straight, it was late and he just wanted to fall into bed. Sadly, fate decided that he wasn’t allowed to do that tonight. The city of Virbank, known for its industrial district and being the home of the most metal Gym Leader in the region. Greg didn’t care about those facts, the center was in view and he

Recently, there had been some changes to the Unova League’s gym roster. With the retirement of Striaton’s Cress and Nacrene’s Lenora, new gym leaders had to be appointed. One of those two new leaders had finished setting up the new gym in Aspertia, and was waiting for his first official challenger. Well, he would be if his fiancé would stop worrying about him. “-besides, you worry too much as it is.” Samuel Perkins chatted on his Xtransciever. “I’ll be fine Tiff, I know my limits. I’m not going to over-exert myself.” A soft sigh escaped from the speaker. Tiffany Sammels’s f