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Baytle - HowDidItStart part 5Part 5
"Good morning, little guys!" I greeted the Baytle as I entered the shed with a big box full of scientific goodies I won't describe you not to waste your time. Anyway, I got no answer. "Guys?" I called them once again. Their box was empty. I was already starting to panic, when I heard a melodious noise coming from the bunch of old logs in the corner. I took the big piece of wood on the top, that was vibrating and emitting that sound, and gently shook it; four little heads popped out of it, with a questioning look. The Baytle were jollily chewing on the log's insides, and I had caught them with their cheeks full of the sawdust they had produced. I bet it tasted wonderful for four wood-gnawing bugs.
"'Morning!" I told them, and they cooed in response; after gulping their breakfast, that is. "You make a really nice music when you eat, you know?" The bossy one gave me a look that may have meant: "Of course we do. What did you think, that we made music without even knowing?" I
Baytle - HowDidItStart part 4Part 4 In the Dead of Night
Everything was quiet now. A single moon beam lighted the big room in the shed, passing through the glass window. Outside the building, a Hoothoot was melancholically howling, but, other than that, you couldn't hear a sound. In the box, right under the window, the four Baytle were quietly sleeping. The four should've been quietly sleeping, but actually one's sleep was slightly disturbed. "Hartle he called I had another one of those dreams "
"Uhrrrn, Startle What was it about now?"
"Somebody was after me, they wanted to paint me red and slaughter me jollily. With a knife."
"Oh, Startle, you're a silly one, you are."
"Why? Not my fault I have nightmares and odd dreams!"
"There might be something wrong, ya know? In your head." A third Baytle had woken up and joined the conversation.
"That's really nice of you to tell me, Lentle."
"No, really!- Said Lentle, with a giggle There was that one where you thought somebody was
Baytle - HowDidItStart part 3Part 3 - I don't wanna be friends
"What the " Professor Falkner was clearly stunned. I looked at the Baytle, that had just woken up and were trying to find the source Falkner's voice was coming from, and seemed quite confused at the moment.
"Are you sure,- said Falkner are you sure these are really Baytle? I mean, they're not Caterpie disguised as Baytle, are they? You know, it happens with prize Pokémon "
"I am perfectly sure!- I interrupted him Their hair is surely real, and I have washed them: their skin is certainly not dyed. Moreover What now?" I couldn't hear my colleague anymore. He started talking again after some seconds.
"I want a Baytle so bad."
"You should get some young trainers to catch one for you, you know. It's really not fair that I have Baytle and you don't, yet you live in their home region "
"Ah, and not only you've got one Baytle, you've got a quartet. A whole quartet!" I could tell he was kind of envious. Prof. Falkn
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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