Writing 42 Chocolate's Short Story Competition!

My entry into the competition:


Porygon: A short Story​
Once upon a time, there was a group of scientists that excelled in digital programs. They lived in Cinnabar Island, where they had their lab. Every day, the scientists made new and interesting discoveries in the name of human kind. Today, they wanted to make a Pokemon. Alphie, the head scientist, spoke to his group:
"Good evening, gentlemen. I think today is the day we make a Pokemon. So, what kind of Pokemon should we make?". The scientists thought very hard about it. One scientist wanted a digital-looking Pokemon. The other scientist wanted a Duck Pokemon. Most of the scientists agreed it should look like a duck. So, they opened their digital programs and began work on the Pokemon. They ran many programs, and came up with a design of their Pokemon. It was made of many pixels, and it had a squarish appearance. It also had a bill like a duck, also made of pixels. The scientists loved it right away! They ran some experiments, and they used all of the current artificial intelligence known to man. This Pokemon was like any other; It had feelings like a Pokemon, it behaved liked a Pokemon, it could fight like a Pokemon. Now, they had to get it out of their computer. They printed it out of their computer, but it was paper-thin. So, with the help of a special device, they turned that piece of paper into a Pokemon! It was a miracle of science; A Pokemon had been born!

For a long time, Porygon lived with the scientists. They took good care of Porygon, and it lived happily for many long years. But then, it saw how different it was compared to other Pokemon. It ran a program to decipher why it was so different. Porygon found out the answer from the program in a few minutes: Porygon was artificially born! Porygon was slightly dimayed; it hadn't hatched from an egg, and the other Pokemon knew this. They wouldn't play with Porygon, and Porygon became increasingly lonely. It ran away from home one day, and it lived in the wild for a few days.

But then, Porygon was attacked by a Rhydon. It charged at Porygon, and severely injured Porygon. Porygon thought this was the end, but something intervened; The Rhydon was knocked out! Behind the Rhydon, a Charizard had clocked it over the head with a boulder. A human approached Porygon, apparently the owner of the Charizard.
"Aw, aren't you cute?", the Trainer said to Porygon. The Trainer picked up Porygon, and he hugged the digital Pokemon.
"You're going to come home with me, little guy!".

And so, Porygon went to the Trainer's house, and he lived there for quite some time. He had found that the Trainer loved Porygon, and shared an unbreakable bound with it. And so, Porygon understood that it didn't matter what the other Pokemon thought of it. All that mattered was that it was loved by it's Trainer. And so, Porygon lived happily ever after.
~Fin~
 
My entry: The Elekid That Wanted to Sing
By pokenerd
Chapter One

One day, an Elekid was walking in a forest. A family of Shaymins skipped along near him. A Chatot repeated words to a popular human song in a tree. Elekid tried to sing with Chatot, but all that came out was a dusty croak. The Chatot looked at him disdainfully and flew away. "Eeeek!" yelled a little Shaymin. "Nobody likes my singing!" wailed Elekid. "It's not singing, it's croaking! You should be ashamed of yourself, scaring my little one like that!" yelled the Shaymin mother. "Yeah, our forest was calm until you decided to walk - and not to mention sing - in it!" yelled an angry Pidgeot. Perused by Pidgeots and angry yells, Elekid fled the forest.

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An Hour Later, in Elekid's house

"Sniff! Sniff! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! It's not fair! Why can't I sing! Why!!!!!" Elekid cried. He racked his brain. "Wait-there is one thing I can do-I can get the TM Sing! Then I can make beautiful music!" yelled an astonished Elekid. "I should go look at the Celadon Mart and see if anyone knows where it is!" He ran out to the garage and powered his electric scooter with Thunderbolt. Then he zoomed out to the market, where he found that the first stand was owned by little Natu selling bracelets. "Excuse me, but do you know where I could find the TM Sing?" he asked. "No, we don't, but maybe Grandfather Xatu knows! He sells TMs!" they chorused. "Thanks!" Now where's this Xatu? he thought. Pushing through the crowded square, he saw an old Xatu selling TMs. Ahah, he thought. "Excuse me, but do you have the TM Sing?" "Ach, no, son, but I'll tell you where to find it. It's a riddle that nobody has solved!" This is what Elekid heard:


My name is onaip.
When touched, I create
Sounds
Of joy and sadness.
I'm strung inside.
The Gnis MT is
Inside
A famous onaip

"Hmmmmm! That's an interesting riddle!" said Elekid. Inside, he groaned. How will I ever solve that! , he thought. "Thanks so much! I'll have to dig my brain though. That's hard!" "Ach, yes! But you can do it!" "Uh… Yeah! Right! See you later!" Elekid gunned his scooter and zoomed away.

That night, he mulled over the riddle. Onaip? What was an onaip? Exhausted, he fell asleep.


Chapter Two

In a cave in Twinleaf Town, a Celebi is doing a sweep of the world with psychic powers. "Hmmm… This Elekid is interesting! I see he is mulling over something…a riddle! Oh, that's an easy one. I see he cannot solve it. I must help him achieve his dreams! Lucario!" "Yes?" I want you to teleport to this Elekid's house and plant the answer to this riddle, _________ in his mind. Lucario started. Celibi was famous for being hardhearted. "Celebi! That's nice!! "Yep." grouched Celebi, "What did you think, I always mean and hard hearted?" "Ummmmm…" "GO! NOW!"

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When Elekid woke up, he felt a weird sensation: tingling in his head. He pushed it away and thought about the riddle. "Wait, I've got it! The answer is famous piano! The TM Sing is inside a famous piano! But which piano?? "Suddenly his eyes fell upon a newspaper. The headline was Stradenburg Piano Coming to Cerulean City! "Oh yeah! That's got to be it!" Elekid exclaimed. He read more. "Hmm… It's coming to the Museum of Natural History here! Okay, but they won't let me open it…" Elekid didn't know what to do. He decided to go try to persuade the owner to let him. Once again, he powered his scooter and went to the museum.

"But- I know it's in there!" "Sorry, no can do!" "Arrrrrgh!" Frustrated, Elekid turned away and went back home.

In Celebi's Cave

"Lucario! Use confusion on that guard that I see. Elekid needs it." Why can't you do it yourself?" "WHAT?" Uh, I mean, sure! I'd be happy to!" That's better."

Back at the Museum

"Wait! I completely forgot! You definitely may see the piano!" "Really?" Said Elekid "Great!" "Just follow me." They walked up to the piano. The Machoke guard pried off the back-and there it was! "The TM Sing! Yes!" exclaimed Elekid. "Now I can sing, sing, sing!" And Elekid went on to become a famous singer, and pokemon came from around the world to see him sing.

The End:):)
 
Judges-You have until the deadline to get your scores in.

Also, if anyone still wants to be a judge, you can sign up... I changed my mind about judging. :D
 
Banette

It awoke. It was lying motionlessly inside a dark, enclosed space, with no air with which to breathe. That didn’t matter, of course, because he had no lungs, nor a brain or a heart. Or at least he hadn’t before today. Upon his first waking moment, he felt a surge of emotion. It was something that, although prior he had existed as no more than a lifeless doll had felt so painfully throughout the years. It felt pain; a pain that came from the large gouges in its felt skin, which had been mended clumsily by his owner with leftover pieces of a tattered skirt. It felt loneliness; a loneliness that came from being abandoned in a dumpster in an alleyway far from home. It felt resentment; a resentment that came from being junked and ill-treated by its cursed owner.

Fueled by these emotions, Banette raised its head for the first time without support. The motion was painful and the stitches at the back of its neck strained but warily, it stood up and threw open the steel lid of its cage. The metal piece flew through the air in a million tiny pieces before crashing to the ground in a heap. It was his frustration attack. Painfully, it climbed from the dumpster into the night’s darkness with only the dim light of a flickering street pole to see by. It didn’t know where it was going or how it was going to get there but it knew who it was looking for and why it was looking for him. Only one goal rested in its newborn mind, it was a craving, and not just any craving, but the strongest of all cravings, the craving for revenge.

As it crept along the empty sidewalk, it remembered with some difficulty the vague image of its existence prior to its birth. How it possessed a memory of this lifeless time it did not know. It remembered sitting, fresh and crisp, with no stitches or tears, in the bright toy store, watching the children run playfully down the aisles, picking up toys and hugging them, then begging their parents to make the purchase. It was all Banette had ever wanted. But it wasn’t like the newer dolls, like the stuffed Pikachus and Squirtles who we’re loved by many. So it was stuffed in the back of the shelf where it collected the Spinerak’s cobwebs, behind the newer dolls which disappeared daily.

But one day, a young boy about the age of six strolled merrily down the aisles, passing by even the Pikachus and the Squirtles without a backward glance. Banette’s heart swelled as the he approached, desperate for him to see it. But alas, he was still hidden behind the other plush and out of sight. Mustering all of its strength, although it had none, it nudged itself off of the shelf and toward the boy. It succeeded only in brushing the little boy’s cheek but it was enough. The child turned around to see what had brushed him when him eyes fell on the little rag doll with the zipper-lips which lay on the floor. He scooped it up in him arms and hugged it. But the friendship was not to last. Years past and Banette was soon junked by the boy, left tattered and torn in the dumpster.

Another wave of the vengeful emotion swept over the doll’s being. Its face curved for the first time into a wicked scowl. Suddenly, a man in a gray suit stepped out from behind a building. Seeing Banette, he stopped short and pulled a red and white ball from his pocket.

“This will make a fine gift for Cyrus! Honchkrow help me capture it!” The man commanded, releasing from the ball a dark-colored crow Pokemon. The Pokemon screeched in pompous indignation at being made to battle against such a sad excuse of a Pokemon but it did what it was told. By flapping its wings, Honchkrow created a mini-whirlwind and sent it sailing toward Banette. The doll Pokemon was taken completely by surprise and responded, purely by instinct, with the only attack it knew, Frustration. The attack’s immense power was too much for the bird and it was thrown unconscious into its trainer’s chest. But releasing the incredible attack exhausted Banette and it stumbled and fell to the ground. The grunt laughed triumphantly.

“Once again, I have managed to prove my heroics and bravery! Now to bring this rag to the boss and get my promotion,” He sneered, as he moved toward Banette.

But something stopped him. Banette couldn’t tell what kept the man back, but for a moment, he stood, paralyzed in mid-stride. Then the doll Pokemon noticed the glint of the ice that encased his attacker and as he fell with a crash to the ground, Banette noticed with wide-eyes the boy that had stood behind. He had sandy-brown hair and wore a red, leather jacket. Beside him a Froslass floated ominously. Recognition overcame it as it saw its old friend and playmate. Overcome by joy, it sprang toward the boys’ outstretched arms.

“Banette?” The boy said, “What happened to you?”

The words stung like icicles in its heart. It brought back memories of years of lying buried underneath mounds of garbage. The flame returned to its eyes, extinguishing the glittering tears that had fallen from them. It was time to satisfy the craving. Summoning all of its remaining strength, it summoned its frustration attack once more. The attack was met by the boy’s Froslass who responded with a Return attack. The power of the ice Pokemon’s attack proved that its bond was the trainer was strong, but Banette’s will for vengeance was stronger. Froslass was hurled to the earth, gasping desperately for the air that had been knocked from it. The boy stared in horror at Banette as the doll approached.

“Banette, how could you?”

Banette didn’t need time to consider an answer. For the first time in its existence, the battered and broken teeth of its zipper-mouth came apart and in its dry, menacing voice it croaked, “Vengeance.” With that, it prepared to unleash its Frustration upon the boy and to at last fulfill the craving. But something held it back, an emotion different from before. It was a memory; a memory of being rescued from being abandoned and left in the webby corners of a store shelf. It tried to hold back the power of the attack but it was too late. The craving had vanished but it was filled. The boy was hit head long and landed in a heap upon the cement.

Banette’s hands quavered as it moved closer. The boy lay motionless of the ground. Banette stared in disbelief at its own hands. The power of its own frustration it had used to take life. Tears streaming down its rag cheeks, it knelt beside the boy. At the boy’s waist, it found a red and white ball. Clicking the button in the center, it allowed itself to be absorbed by it. The ball clicked shut. An hour later, Banette awoke and was bathed in sunlight. When its eyes had adjusted, it found itself standing beside the boy and Froslass.

“I’m sorry that I forgot you Banette,” the boy began, “As I grew older, I began to focus more and more on becoming a trainer and I guess I decided that I didn’t have time for toys. But when I became a Trainer, I started looking for you again but I couldn’t find you. I want you to be my Pokemon.”
 
The dateline is June 11, i think, but you should wait for 42 chocolate's anwser...It started May 29th.
 
My story:

Raichu and The Nightsky

...Alone in a deep dark place a Raichu was crying because he was getting bullied. The Raichu had no friends so it would think negative about itself. This all changed when he saw something, the night sky... It saw stars, brightness, our little furry friend hasan't seen in 12 years due to hiding. He thought the Nightsky was his long time lost friend, as Raichu thought he could hear this poem:

All night there is cold,
All night there are stars,
All night the sky is bold,
All night you can hear the guitar,
All night you feel everyones altogether,
All night you should be happy forever...

Poor Raichu had sinister thoughts about the evil Geodude and Onix who bully him. Even though this was factural, he still had the nightsky to think. So he went out in the wild and then saw the bullies. The Geodude was going to tackle the Raichu but hang on, what was Raichu doing? Storing up energy, it was about to use Focus Punch! So, he got his wrist out and pummled the bullies. All the little wild Pokemon surrounded Raichu and all gave a big cheer.
 
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