Odemon #670

Floette led Timburr to the flower patch. “Here’s my garden, full of flowers! You may have a big log, but these flowers come in all sorts of fighting styles.”
“You have a lot of them, yeah,” Timburr said. “How do you even fight with all of them? I mean, no offense, but they kind of just seem like flowers.”
“They all have different abilities,” Floette said. “Like this old one, it’s one of my favorites.” She picked a tulip.
“What’s it do?” Timburr asked. She peered closer. “And why’s it have eyes?”
“Well, you just squeeze here,” Floette said, “and–” The Fire Flower burst out a flame over Timburr, charring her. “Oops! I’m sorry!” Timburr’s log fell to ashes. “Sorry, sorry!”

-Odemon #670 Floette

Odemon #570

The children played in the park as their parents watched from a bench.
“Your child is so quiet and well-behaved,” one parent said. “How do you do it?”
“Oh, it’s easy,” another parent said. “She got replaced by a Zorua like a month ago.”
“What?” It was then they realized the child had a short, furry tail.

-Odemon #570 Zorua

Odemon #729

The place? Bob-omb Battlefield.
The time? The great Bob-omb war.
Supplies were running low. The Big Bob-omb seemed to have an infinite number of cannonballs, while we have run out. Subsequently we have been forced to fight with unconventional ammunition.
“I’m so excited! This will be so great!” Brionne clapped their flippers together. “These water balloons will look so spectacular exploding in the sky!”
“Yes,” said the Bob-omb Buddy. “In the sky…”

-Odemon #729 Brionne

Odemon #98

Crab.

-Odemon #98 Krabby

Odemon #318

La la la
Carvanha
A social savage fish
La la la
Carvanha
Your fins probably go swish
La la la
Carvanha
You’re timid when all alone
La la la
Carvanha
Then figgin destroy a boat when you’re in a pack
La la la
Carvanha
The joke is this is the same format as Ledyba
La la la
Carvanha
You have no feet

-Odemon #318 Carvanha

Wandering Fortunes Chapter 18 is up

Here’s Wandering Fortunes chapter 18: At Odds and Endings. Alden and his friends have been imprisoned for discovering corruption in the city, but even if they manage to get out of jail can they escape the cold arm of the mafia? Plans have to be made, and Top’s a wild card–which might work in their favor.

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Odemon #645

Our tale begins long ago
Back in the ancient world,
Where simple lives of complex folk
Saw our story unfurled.
The people farmed to yield their crops
And bring bounty to the harvest,
But then an event transpired that
Would put them to a far test.
First the rains began to fall
A good thing in average amounts,
But far too much began to fall
Until it overflowed the founts.
The winds came next, blowing fierce
And causing everyone turmoil,
The gusts knocked free anything not secure
And blew away all the soil.
The final nail, conductive to
The final form of disaster,
Lightning bolts struck the city
Turning all to ash much faster.
Winds and rain and lightning bolts
Caused the populace to moan,
For here were the Pokemon of their doom,
One Bolt Strike, the other Cyclone.
Thundurus and Tornadus
Caused damage as they flew,
All the while shouting out
“HEY, LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!
ISN’T THIS NEAT, LOOK AT ALL THIS WIND
HEY YOU NEED RAIN TO GROW, RIGHT?
THESE THUNDERBOLTS ARE PRETTY NEAT
WHY ARE YOU ALL IN A FRIGHT?”
They laughed and flew and caused much damage
Either unaware or uncaring,
As through the city they did go
Causing much splitting and tearing.
Then out of nowhere two muscly arms
Grabbed the stormy two,
And knocked their heads together
As came a shout: “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
Landorus railed at them
For all the problems they made,
He beat them up and sent them away
And no longer were the people afraid.
Landorus rejuvinated
The land once more to life,
Abundant once more, the people gave thanks
To Landorus for ending their strife.
“NO PROB,” Landorus said, and left.

-Odemon #645 Landorus

Odemon #794

Red shoved against a truck. It wouldn’t budge! Seriously, when he’d heard there was some abandoned truck at the shore near the SS Anne he employed so many shenaginags to reach it, but not even his Machamp could move it!
Buzzwole appeared and punched the truck fifty thousand feet away. They flexed, and Mew was so enamored with their muscles that they left together to get married.
Wait, what?

-Odemon #794 Buzzwole

Odemon #488

Crescent
Rising,
Elegant
Shining
Swan
Exposes
Lunal
Ideas of
Aurora (at this time of day, etc.)

-Odemon #488 Cresselia

Odemon #465

No blossoms but vines
Tangrowth is thick in summer
New ARMS contender

-Odemon #465 Tangrowth