shadow-chameleon

     I, as a shadow, have the ability to do what most others can't yet would wonder about, what would it be like to be a shadow? For me, as a shadow, I'm able to see things in another perspective, and see what is like the wall between two worlds.      It was a glorious night in my hometown of Vassar, I feel like I'm nocturnal, so after my parents fall asleep, with them knowing I do this, I exit my home to wonder the city at dimming of night with mysterious moonlight giving it's ray of mystic light in the streets, as I walk down them, counter the moonlight with my own tail light, I walk in the

Night 1:      The night has fallen, the lights are shinning, the snow is falling, and two friends meet on a familiar road in Deviant City. They were Tisserove, the oddly colored and jacket wearing lucario, and Shadow the black charmeleon. Their last encounter has been awhile, so they greet each other with an old high-five. To catch up in style, the two head into the only café in town they knew, and always visited too.      Tisserove and Shadow enter regularly like they always have done, and plop onto the bean bags as if it was their bed. They look around the homely café and keep wa

 ‘Another year winds down’ The lone charmeleon thinks with a frown, passing along the roads of his town; more like dragging, as his toes dig along the pavement with each slumping step, ‘and yet, it’s still the same, another holiday season, and stress and depression remain.’ His zombie like slump eventually drags him to Shadow’s cafe, where he tries to keep his attention to himself while heading to a barstool, awaiting for Shadow himself to appear. As he looks around, he finds a few of his friends, Bri piplup, Wambu jolteon, and Conor floatzel, huddled around a few bean bags as they tell jokes, and Bri her

I’m ready, life, Hear my cry, I am born. -- Here we are, The final mission, From the beginning. -- Up the stalk, Through the clouds, Dreams fly on. -- Building self esteem, Accepting constructive criticism, Friends helping friends. -- “Stop the killing!” “Stop the bloodshed! A nurse’s plea. -- Millions of words, Countless possibilities, Starting with hello. -- A new year, Adventures to come, Memes to create. -- Fantasy versus Reality, Truth versus Ideals, Console versus PC -- Glorious Internet regime, Posting cat videos, No one survives. -- Tree of life, Casting it’s sha