A small one-shot I wrote a few days ago in response to the reacent happenings in Japan. It was really personal, so I didn't really want to post it, and I didn't think this was something anyone needed to read. It also felt too weird to set it our world, I don't think I really could write it then. Really, it could've been written without the pokemon aspect, but I couldn't bring myself to write about this tragedy. I may write several responses to this. It's been on my mind for quite a while, and it has been affecting my writing. Sorry if it's too short, but I wasn't paying attention to that when I wrote this. I just wrote.
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There are only a few victories left to be won in the world. As the years have gone by, more and more battles are won. Whether it's mans invention of the airplane, or the creation of cloning, man has always overcame. When will the technology come to where we can avoid a natural disaster? When will we be able to control the movement of the moon? When will we escape death?
Learning to live forever.
Green stared at the TV, tears flying from his face onto his lap. Moments ago he was in the kitchen cursing out his doctor, telling him to reschedule his appointment a week. But he wasn't.
Moments ago he was cutting up a carrot and putting it into a $17 dollar fine metal bowl, with a finger in his mouth, because he cut himself.
Moments ago he was smoking a ciggarette, talking to the man who was taking care of his lawn.
Now, he was falling apart.
The television had pictures of waves, crashing into the houses of Hoenn. It showed cars, people, being sweapt away. Being flicked in the water, like flies, and sliding away through the watery destruction. Everything water, everything trashed. The world seemed to be slipping away through the universes hands, and there was nothing anyone could do.
And Green cried, he cried because he realized he was so ungreatful. So pretentious. So helpless.
Life is a party, for some people. But those who have it made, never realize that the party doesn't last forever. And they haven't the strength, when it ends. Nothing matters, not money or love, or even smarts. It's strength.
Green couldn't breathe well, it was unbearable to watch the tragedy. So he quietly turned of the TV, and sat, staring into the blank screen.
Then Greens phone rang, and he got up from the chair, and walked to the kitchen. He answered it.
"Hello? Oh, it's ok. I'm fine-" Green spoke into the speaker, pausing. "That sounds fine, lunch at two. Yeah, no everythings fine. It's great. Ok, bye."
Everything's fine. Everything's swell. Everything's great. Everything's grand.
Here.
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There are only a few victories left to be won in the world. As the years have gone by, more and more battles are won. Whether it's mans invention of the airplane, or the creation of cloning, man has always overcame. When will the technology come to where we can avoid a natural disaster? When will we be able to control the movement of the moon? When will we escape death?
Learning to live forever.
Green stared at the TV, tears flying from his face onto his lap. Moments ago he was in the kitchen cursing out his doctor, telling him to reschedule his appointment a week. But he wasn't.
Moments ago he was cutting up a carrot and putting it into a $17 dollar fine metal bowl, with a finger in his mouth, because he cut himself.
Moments ago he was smoking a ciggarette, talking to the man who was taking care of his lawn.
Now, he was falling apart.
The television had pictures of waves, crashing into the houses of Hoenn. It showed cars, people, being sweapt away. Being flicked in the water, like flies, and sliding away through the watery destruction. Everything water, everything trashed. The world seemed to be slipping away through the universes hands, and there was nothing anyone could do.
And Green cried, he cried because he realized he was so ungreatful. So pretentious. So helpless.
Life is a party, for some people. But those who have it made, never realize that the party doesn't last forever. And they haven't the strength, when it ends. Nothing matters, not money or love, or even smarts. It's strength.
Green couldn't breathe well, it was unbearable to watch the tragedy. So he quietly turned of the TV, and sat, staring into the blank screen.
Then Greens phone rang, and he got up from the chair, and walked to the kitchen. He answered it.
"Hello? Oh, it's ok. I'm fine-" Green spoke into the speaker, pausing. "That sounds fine, lunch at two. Yeah, no everythings fine. It's great. Ok, bye."
Everything's fine. Everything's swell. Everything's great. Everything's grand.
Here.