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Magical Dovanice the Electricity Elf

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Dovanice the Electricity Elf had always loved colorful Alagaera with its boiled, bumpy bright orange square buildings. It was a place where she felt joyous.

She was a magical, down-to-earth, fizzy banana juice drinker with small hands and long butts. Her friends saw her as a greasy, grated gremlin. Once, she had even helped a chilly slime monster cross the road. That’s the sort of woman he was.

Dovanice walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. The fluffy clouds teased like dancing direwolves.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ara the Fire Witch. Ara was a brave spunky tomato with shiny hands and light-colored butts.

Dovanice gulped. She was not prepared for Ara.

As Dovanice stepped outside and Ara came closer, she could see the expensive smile on her face.

Ara gazed with the affection of 4043 grumpy innocent ice pandas. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want friendship.”

Dovanice looked back, even more confused and still fingering the spiffy vase. “Ara, you’re such a cutie patootie,” she replied.

They looked at each other with nostalgic feelings, like two foolish, flipping flying ratsquirrels eating at a very hopelessly in love with everything PokéWho tenth anniversary of the defeat of Demon Lord Kaedor, which had asian fusion demipop music playing in the background and two oddball uncles watching to the beat.

Dovanice regarded Ara’s shiny hands and light-colored butts. “I feel the same way!” revealed Dovanice with a delighted grin.

Ara looked annoyed, her emotions blushing like a difficult, dirty desk.

Then Ara came inside for a nice drink of fizzy banana juice.

THE END

Two Calm Uncles Climbing to the Beat

A Short Story
by Gaia Nicolosi

Susan Bronte had always loved Futuristic Futura Pyres with its many, mashed Modern buildings. It was a place where she felt wonderful.

She was a nerdy, wacky, fine wine drinker with skinny arms and wide eyes. Her friends saw her as a shallow, selfish sunny pepperbell. Once, she had even helped a rare space egg recover from a flying accident. That’s the sort of woman he was.

Susan walked over to the window and reflected on her Spacey surroundings. The wind blew like chanting cats.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Boyd Wainwright. Boyd was an edgy sci-fi targaryen with curvy arms and small eyes.

Susan gulped. She was not prepared for Boyd.

As Susan stepped outside and Boyd came closer, she could see the comfortable glint in his eye.

Boyd gazed with the affection of 4613 plain faint foxes. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want talking to him more.”

Susan looked back, even more blasted off and still fingering the argyle-patterned computer. “Boyd, I love you dearly and could’nt imagine being with another man, but you’re a quiznaking slob,” she replied.

They looked at each other with intrigated feelings, like two lonely, long llamas playing at a very shy Summer Festival, which had Electronica music playing in the background and two calm uncles climbing to the beat.

Susan regarded Boyd’s curvy arms and small eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Susan with a delighted grin.

Boyd looked keen, his emotions blushing like a wicked, wandering wall.

Then Boyd came inside for a nice drink of fine wine.

THE END

Two Emo Uncles Brooding to the Beat

A Short Story
by Gaia Nicolosi

Grimsley Bisharp looked at the very gay statue in his hands and felt grumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his traditional surroundings. He had always loved Asian fusion-y Malie City with its beautiful, broad black and gold traditional pagoda homes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Nanu Persian. Nanu was a crazy complete tiredy cat with goopy lips and spindly eyebrows.

Grimsley gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a spacey, tired, wine drinker with dark lips and gloomy-looking eyebrows. His friends saw him as a courageous, cold classy vampire. Once, he had even helped a noisy Pyukumuku cross the road.

But not even a spacey person who had once helped a noisy Pyukumuku cross the road, was prepared for what Nanu had in store today.

The fog teased like fighting Tapus, making Grimsley snarky.

As Grimsley stepped outside and Nanu came closer, he could see the creepy glint in his eye.

Nanu gazed with the affection of 3667 vomitable motionless Muks. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a hug.”

Grimsley looked back, even more snarky and still fingering the very gay statue. “Nanu, you remind me of how I could have become. Foolish. I’ve wanted to be an Elite 4 since I was a little boy running around Accumula. And now, if Alola truly needs a Dark-Type Elite 4, I can sign up instead of you. The glint in Sophocles and Acerola’s eyes… I and Shauntal had the same glint, back home in Accumula. Way before the three of us – me, her and Marshal – were even Gym Leaders,” he replied.

They looked at each other with druggy feelings, like two roasted, red Raticates spacing out at a very classy New Elite 4 introduction ceremonial party, which had alolasia fusion music playing in the background and two emo uncles brooding to the beat.

Grimsley regarded Nanu’s goopy lips and spindly eyebrows. “I feel the same way!” revealed Grimsley with a delighted grin.

Nanu looked bored, his emotions blushing like a bumpy, broad billboard.

Then Nanu came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

The Gross Corkboard
A Short Story
by Gaia Nicolosi
Perpugilliam Brown was thinking about Melanie Bush again. Melanie was a magical Carrot Juice Pantomime Magical Girl with ginger toenails and big fingers.

Perpugilliam walked over to the window and reflected on her spacey surroundings. She had always loved alien Planet Trakezarius with its sturdy, shiny spindly trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel joyous.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a magical figure of Melanie Bush.

Perpugilliam gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an Overjoyed, Utterly gay, Veggie juice drinker with freckly toenails and pale fingers. Her friends saw her as a fancy, fantastic Freckly, curvy goddess. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an old-fashioned mutated loomling.

But not even an Overjoyed person who had once jumped into a river and saved an old-fashioned mutated loomling, was prepared for what Melanie had in store today.

The space swirls teased like running tribbles, making Perpugilliam peppy. Perpugilliam grabbed a gross Corkboard that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Perpugilliam stepped outside and Melanie came closer, she could see the tense smile on her face.

Melanie gazed with the affection of 3427 Spacey weary water spamadillos. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Drinking more carrot juice.”

Perpugilliam looked back, even more peppy and still fingering the gross Corkboard. “Melanie, you’re so peppy,” she replied.

They looked at each other with glad feelings, like two tall, tasty trakezarian jumploofs dancing at a very yucky Time Lord’s first regeneration, which had Popwawe music playing in the background and two draconic uncles kissing to the beat.

Perpugilliam regarded Melanie’s ginger toenails and big fingers. “I feel the same way!” revealed Perpugilliam with a delighted grin.

Melanie looked wonderful, her emotions blushing like a curvy, clean Chair.

Then Melanie came inside for a nice drink of Veggie juice.

THE END

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