Hello! This is my story. I think it is very good. Hopefully you think the same about it too! If I could rate my story out of ten, I say it would score 27773!!!!!
[size=xxxxx-large]PROLOGUE
It was a rainy morning. The clouds over Saffron City were dark and gray, and hid the sun completely. A rather odd-looking man, stood with a large cat near a window in his office, high above the streets, contemplating. His face was unreadable.
The man sighed, and sat back down in front of his desk. He twirled his pen between his fingers, stared at the sheet of paper before him, and tried to organize his thoughts. There were so many things to think about and consider... where should he start? He pulled himself together, and wrote a title on the page.
He reflected upon his past. A year... a whole year of his life, dedicated to fulfilling one single goal. The eradication of The Boy. Oh, how he loathed that child! How he wished he could just wipe him from existence! But no matter how hard he tried, the man simply could not seem to dispose of The Boy.
This had to stop, no more failures would be tolerated. The Boy had to be killed. The man continued to look at the paper, and a sick and twisted idea began to grow in his brain. He allowed himself a smile. Yes... Yes... This is it! This plan will succeed! He bent over the paper, and scribbled down his plans furiously.
After 30 minutes of writing, the man leaned back and admired his work. Truly, it was a stroke of genius. No one would suspect a thing.
The Phantom Baby Stealer smiled. This was going to be a good day.
he then grabbed the cat and ate it
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I find writing very fun, but it's also rather tiring. Therefore, I hereby grant Heavenly Spoon and PMJ permission to write their own chapters to this story!
[size=xxxxx-large]PROLOGUE
It was a rainy morning. The clouds over Saffron City were dark and gray, and hid the sun completely. A rather odd-looking man, stood with a large cat near a window in his office, high above the streets, contemplating. His face was unreadable.
The man sighed, and sat back down in front of his desk. He twirled his pen between his fingers, stared at the sheet of paper before him, and tried to organize his thoughts. There were so many things to think about and consider... where should he start? He pulled himself together, and wrote a title on the page.
He reflected upon his past. A year... a whole year of his life, dedicated to fulfilling one single goal. The eradication of The Boy. Oh, how he loathed that child! How he wished he could just wipe him from existence! But no matter how hard he tried, the man simply could not seem to dispose of The Boy.
This had to stop, no more failures would be tolerated. The Boy had to be killed. The man continued to look at the paper, and a sick and twisted idea began to grow in his brain. He allowed himself a smile. Yes... Yes... This is it! This plan will succeed! He bent over the paper, and scribbled down his plans furiously.
After 30 minutes of writing, the man leaned back and admired his work. Truly, it was a stroke of genius. No one would suspect a thing.
The Phantom Baby Stealer smiled. This was going to be a good day.
he then grabbed the cat and ate it
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I find writing very fun, but it's also rather tiring. Therefore, I hereby grant Heavenly Spoon and PMJ permission to write their own chapters to this story!
