Level Up! Complicated Lives: Revamped!

And so, I’m back from the grave. Many have asked, “When are you gonna write something new?” “What are you working on?” “You still doing your blog?” “Spider-Maze? What kinda name is that?” Well, it’s quite elementary my dear interrogators, the answer is simply “I have no fucking clue.” And I say that with a nervous laugh because that’s how honest I am. Except…for the Spider-Maze question. I started calling myself that because like Spider-Man I live a complicated life. Even a friend told me just last night that I’ve a shitty year. I wanted to argue with him, but he wasn’t all that wrong. Not saying the entire year has been shitty. There have been some good moments, some bad, some Pokémon, and some have been groovy as smoothies! It’s just that there has been a multitude of shitty moments. Events actually. Not fun. But the title of my autobiography is The Shitty Times, The Good Times, The Pokétimes, and the Groovy Smoothies for good reason. Anyway, back to the whole “Spider-Maze” thing. Not only has my life felt like that of Peter Parker’s, but I have been reading so many Spider-Man comics these past few months that one day I just introduced myself to someone as their friendly neighborhood Spider-Maze. My mind works in clever ways, I know. So I just decided to keep it. I introduced myself as The Doctor once and the girl I was talking to believed me for about 5 seconds. Needless to say, I feel that my new self-proclaimed title will catch on. And what I also hope will catch on is my writing focus. I wanna write so many things this summer and don’t have much time to accomplish that. I first wanna start out with a short story, I’ve been working on for a couple months now. A story I have written before, but have revamped with all of the writing skills and elements I have learned since the first time I wrote it. To put into geek terms, I have leveled up and want to test out my new writing skills with something familiar. Welp, that’s the end of my monologue and, as always, stay groovy as smoothies, friends.

P.S. I wanna give a shout out and thank you to Sam Sanchez for consulting on this story and validating the legality of certain criminal actions of the characters in this piece.


Complicated Lives: Revamped


Eliasaph Maze Anderson


This is a story of a dumbass. His name is Ezra Best. He lives in a nice two-bedroom apartment in Seattle, Washington. It has the usual apartment furnishings of the 21st century. An island style, granite kitchen connected to a living room furnished with a black microfiber sofa, a dinner table for four, and a TV. All the walls are painted with this kind of tinted sky blue instead of the generic white. This complex is a bit on the fancy side. It’s pricey that’s for sure. “What veggies do you want for dinner, Sammy?” Ezra asked as he lowered the temperature of the rice on the stove. “We have broccoli, cream corn, zucchini, and…” he trailed off because when he turned around from the fridge he found Sam holding his cat right in front of his face.

“Pet Captain Meow Meow,” Sam said with a huge smile on his face. For the record, her name was not Captain Meow Meow. Sam was one of Ezra’s best friends and had been his roommate for almost a year now. He’s a 23-year-old, blonde dork. And…a dumbass. He looked like an intelligent guy, which he was, but he also looked like one of those guys that you can tell was fully capable of leading a four-hour conversation with you about Pokémon before needing a drink of water. Ezra stared at Sam and his cat with narrow eyes. He turned Sam around and inched him out of the kitchen. “But kitty,” said Sam in a disappointed tone.

“I’m cooking dinner, Sammy, I’m not petting your cat.” Ezra started the cream corn. As they waited for dinner, Sam refilled his cat’s food bowl and Ezra took a seat at the dinner table. “Have you seen Kumo? I haven’t seen him since I’ve been home.”

“Oh, I got someone to walk him because he seemed sad being inside the house while we were at work,” he said as he took a seat at the table. Sam had an uneasy smile. Like he did something he shouldn’t have.

“Who did you get to walk Kumo?”

“Just one of the neighbors,” Sam chuckled and backed up into his chair. Ever since Sam and Ezra were kids, Sam couldn’t keep up a lie or a secret for too long. Backing away with a chuckle was how people could tell if he did something stupid.

Ezra leaned towards him. “Sam. Which neighbor?” There was only one neighbor they had that Ezra had a problem with and for good reason. Sam turned his head to the side, but constantly looked back towards Ezra. “You didn’t.” Sam shrugged his shoulders. “You can’t be serious. You actually let her walk-”

“Hey guys,” pronounced a woman at the front door. She had glimmering black hair that went to her shoulders and flowed as smoothly as a river. She wore a red tank top featuring Snoopy and Woodstock, black skinny jeans with small tears, and a pair of red Toms. Her tattoos were intricate. One of a majestic bird could be seen on her right arm while a dream catcher rested on the underside of her left arm. She walked through the door with a Husky the size of a couch cushion; which was trying to shake off its leash. “Okay, Kumo, I’ll take it off just give me a minute.” As soon as she did, Kumo ran over to Ezra and leaped up to kiss his face. Francine moved into the two-bedroom apartment right across from the guys two months ago. She was still looking for a roommate but did pretty well on her own. Mostly because she always came over to the guys’ place and ate all of their food.

“Hey, Francine.” Sam and Ezra greeted simultaneously. Ezra’s grudged welcome balanced out Sam’s elated one.

“What did you do to my dog?” Ezra said.

“Why do you think I did something? Look. Kumo is perfectly fine and loved going on a walk with me. Isn’t that right, buddy?” She stroked the Husky’s back as she sat at the table.

“Because you have a habit of doing idiotic stuff and I’m making sure you didn’t make my dog an unwilling accomplice to one of your schemes.” Ezra’s voice rose.

“Are you still mad about last week?! I said I was sorry like twenty times!” Fran said.

“You think that makes up for it?! We’re just lucky Nick pulled us over instead of some other officer!” Ezra exclaimed.

“Exactly! It’s not like it was put on record!” She retorted in a louder voice.

“We still spent the night in jail!” He retaliated. Ezra usually kept a level head and remained calm, however, Francine was one of those few people who made him loose his cool.

“Okay guys. I think we should just calm down. It’s time to eat dinner anyway,” Sam pronounced from the kitchen. During the argument, he had backed away into the kitchen to check on the food. Francine and Ezra got up and helped Sam set the table. As they started eating, Sam asked, “How was your day, Ez?” He was trying to get rid of the residual tension in the room as if Francine and Ezra were partners bickering at a counseling session.

Ezra tried to focus on Sam and push his problem with Francine to the back of his mind. “It was pretty good. I repaired a few cars that didn’t have any major damages, so they were fairly easy to fix. It was just some engine problems or a leaking gas pipe. There was one car that had a busted heater hose, so that took longer took fix, but I had help. And there was this ninja motorcycle that had crappy suspensions, so that took a few hours to fix, but yea, my day went pretty well.” He proceeded to scarf down more food.

“What was wrong with the suspension?” Sam asked. He was very curious in Ezra’s work because he received his degree in computer science and didn’t know much about the mechanics of vehicles. He also enjoyed any distraction he could get from his own work. It took a second for Ez to finish swallowing his food, so he could give a reply.

“It was very loose and squeaked every time the weight on it shifted. Clearly the owner was dumb enough to buy it in such a dangerous state or the bike was wrecked by someone. I was never told how it happened, but I really didn’t care as long as I got it fixed.” Francine abruptly spoke out as Sam was about to say something,

“You have a motorcycle, don’t you?!” She seemed really excited even though she’s known about Ezra’s motorcycle for weeks.

“Yep. Ez got it from his girlfriend,” Sam explained. As soon as he said that, Ezra gave him a stern look.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a girlfriend?” Francine was very intrigued now. She, as well as Sam, loved meddling in Ezra’s love life, however, he always shrugged them off whenever they wanted to talk about it. He sat back in his seat and sighed.

“You know I don’t have a girlfriend. I got that bike from my ex as a birthday present last year.” He was annoyed now, but there was nothing much he could do about it. They were curious about his life. Especially Sam. To him, meddling with Ezra’s love life was not enough. However, Ezra was not very forthcoming about his past. He hated talking about it. There were many depressing memories that he would rather not even think about.

“Wow. You two must have ended it on a good note, huh? I wish one of my ex’s continued to send me gifts after we broke up. Why’d she break up with you anyway?” Ezra gave her a look that he gave many of his friends at one point in time. The “You’re an idiot look”. His eyes narrowed into a glare and he tilted his head slightly. Sam started to laugh when he saw Ezra give Francine that look.

“Why do you automatically assume she broke up with me? You know what? Don’t answer that. She just gave me the bike as a farewell present or something.” Francine was about to say something else, but Ezra spaced out and was engulfed by a particular memory.

The memory was a bit of a blur. Like a TV channel that fizzes out while you’re watching a show. Ezra was walking out of a house, colored with numerous shades of brown, to the adjacent garage. The sun was shining brilliantly as it scorched the dry air. He slowly walked past the gravel yard into the garage to find a black Dyna Glide with a golden tribal print. On the headlight was an envelope with Ezra’s name on it. The handwriting was so beautiful that it was clearly from a woman. He opened the envelope to find a letter. Ezra’s eyes scanned over the parchment, “I want you to have her as a good luck charm. I love this bike and I know it would be better if you kept her. I love you with all my heart, happy birthday.” At the bottom of the letter was written: Love you, Natalie Moon. Ezra stared at the bike for a few seconds and then suddenly turned around. At that moment, he could hear Francine’s voice.

“Ez. Yo, Ezra, are you still with us? Did you listen to a word I just said?” Francine kept calling him as he slowly came back to reality. Sam started to shake his arm.

“Yea I’m fine,” he said as he removed Sam’s arm. “I just spaced out for a moment.” He turned to Francine. “And no, I didn’t hear anything you just said.” He went back to eating his meal.

“I said that you shouldn’t worry about her. If she wasn’t into you that much, then she’s not worth your time. People come and go, it happens. You should go try looking for another girl. Who knows, you might find ‘the one’.” Francine’s voice lowered in decibels as she spoke. She knew firsthand what it was like having people you trust walk out on you. She realized how sad Ezra was over this and wanted to help him move on, but she knew he wasn’t close to ready to do that. Ezra remained silent.

Sam pitched in, “that’s a great idea. Ez you should go meet some girls, maybe get a few numbers.” Sam nudged his friend. Ezra laid back in his seat, looked at Sam, and reverted his eyes to Francine.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have any luck finding ‘the one’ anytime in the near future.” Ezra said. Sam, excitedly, jumped into Ezra’s eyesight.

“Not if you have me as a wingman. I’ll help you find the right one.” Sam smiled in a way that seemed almost devious.

“Coming from the guy who spent last Saturday night cuddling his cat while watching ‘Frozen’. Again.” Ezra smirked.

“Umm, excuse me, but Butterscotch loves it when I hug her,” Sam said as he picked his cat off the floor, “and I recall you watching the movie, too.” Sam stroked Butterscotch’s fur with his cheek.

“I only watched it with you because it was the only way to get you to watch ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’. I wouldn’t willingly watch ‘Frozen’, ever, let alone the sing-a-long version. Listening to you try and harmonize with Idina Menzel is like hearing Kanye West speak. What comes out of your mouth is so sad, that I can’t help but laugh.” Francine was trying not to laugh herself.

“Ez, you’re just jealous that I’m a better singer than you. And your stupid ninja turtle movie wasn’t even that great,” Sam retaliated. Ezra became wide eyed and placed his hand on his chest like he was having a heart attack.

“First of all, the hell you are. And second, don’t dis one of my favorite 90’s movies, ya jerk.”

“Okay, Ez, I’ll let you indulge yourself in your delusions for now, but you’ll have to accept the truth someday.” Sam laughed as Ezra glared at him.

“Alright, guys, we’ve gotten too far off topic. Let’s go to a bar and pick up some girls. It will be fun.” Francine stood as if she was a superhero bettering the lives of two single men. She was so excited by her own idea.

“You say that like that’s an easy thing to do. Do you know us? That argument alone should tell you how easy it is for us to get a girl’s number.” Ezra found the idea of him and Sam getting lucky that night absurd.

“It’s okay, Ez, she’s new.” Sam assured him. Ezra nodded in agreement.

“C’mon. With me as your wingman, you’ll both be scoring. Just imagine all the women we can get if we work together.” Francine tilted her head and gazed at the ceiling.

“What the hell is she doing?” Ezra whispered to Sam. They both searched the ceiling. Francine slowly recomposed herself.

“Hello?” Francine shook her head slightly. “Haven’t you guys heard of having a daydream moment?” Fran crossed her arms. “I thought guys as weird as you two would do something wacky like that.”

The boys nodded their heads in understanding of their friend’s weird gesture. “We used to. When Arthur was still a relevant show on PBS.” Said Ezra.

“Fran, I’ve got a question. Didn’t you mean to say wing-woman instead of wingman?” Sam asked.

“Oh, good question, I was wondering that myself. Most women nowadays prefer being called wing-lady or something odd like that. I’m all for feminism, but don’t care for unnecessary political correctness.” Said Ezra. Francine sat back down at the table.

“The term is completely unnecessary. Women pretend to helpful when they really just wanna have fun sabotaging guys while getting their drinks get paid for.” The boys laughed ecstatically.

“Wow,” said Ezra. Their laughter lasted for a few moments until Sam had come to a realization.

“Fran, why do you want us to help you get girls, anyway?” Sam asked. “You do so well by yourself.”

“Yea, we see a new girl do the walk of shame out of your apartment every morning.” Ezra chimed in. “Sam and I even started rating which walkout was the best. Most of the women come out strutting down the hall like models on a runway or like they just finished a business deal.”

“Some of them even dressed the part,” Sam added. “However, some walk out all hung over and trip down the hall, it’s pretty funny.”

“Oh yea, remember the one from last Thursday?” Ezra chuckled.

“With the one high heel and the bride of Frankenstein afro?” Said Sam.

“Yep.” They were both trying to hold it in, but neither of them could contain their cries of amusement. “That’s the one!” Ezra had his arms stretched out and mimicked the walk of Frankenstein’s monster.

“I don’t see what’s so funny. The last woman I saw walk out of your place was, Butterscotch. And she walked right into my apartment.” Fran said over the boys’ laughter. She didn’t know why she was being so defensive. She couldn’t care less about those women, but she realized how much she needed them. Not them exactly, but what they provided.

“No need to get hostile, Fran, we’re just joking,” Ezra said.

“Yea, sorry, but it was just too funny.” Sam said as he chuckled.

“I know, I didn’t mean to act like a bitch,” said Francine.

“It’s ok, we’re used to it,” said Ezra. Sam didn’t want to but laughed at the remark.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Said Fran. She stared Ezra down.

“I’m pretty sure you know what it means.” Ezra said as he matched Francine’s stare.

“Alright, settle down,” Sam said as he rose from his seat. “Ezra was just joking. Right?”

“Uh huh.” Ezra replied without diverting his eyes from Francine’s glare.

“See? Let’s leave it at that,” Said Sam. He picked up the plates from the table and walked off into the kitchen. “I don’t know what’s been going on with you two lately, if you just haven’t been eating breakfast or something, but you should work it out.” Francine and Ezra lowered their eyes. The tension within them dissipated and they sat back down in their chairs. The only sounds left in the room were the running water in the kitchen, the clanging of dishes, and Kumo’s paws shuffling as he readjusted his napping position beside Ezra.

“How about a movie?” Sam suggested after a brief moment of silence.

“Sure. Let’s watch Star Wars,” Fran announced.

“Ok. What else should we watch?” said Sam.

“Its nine o’clock and you want to watch two movies? Don’t you have work in the morning?” Ezra said. He was glad Sam wanted to have a movie night. Sam’s always so committed to his work that he never has time for anything else. However, tonight, Sam was trying to do anything to avoid his work. Even though he loved his job the amount of assignments he had to complete stressed him out.

“I do, but I got a lot done today, so I can relax a bit.” Sam reassured his friend.

“Alright, if you guys want, we’ll watch episodes seven and eight.” Ezra knew if his friend was over worked, he wasn’t going to stop the guy from relaxing a little. Sam and Francine agreed. As Ezra looked for the movies, the other two took comfort on the couch.

“So, what did happen to you both last week that you have to do community service tomorrow?” Sam said. Francine and Ezra looked at each other and back to Sam.

“Nothing for you to worry about, it was dumb,” Francine said.

“Yeah, nothing too crazy,” added Ezra. Sam nodded slowly.

“Uh huh. And what happened has nothing to do with you two fighting all the time?” Sam said. Francine stroked Kumo’s fur while Ezra took the first movie out of its case. “As I recall, you two were arrested for running a red light?”

“Yep. I told you that when I walked through the door.” Ezra spoke with an exasperated tone, “While you called every place I hang out at, asking where I was…”

“…I was concerned…” Sam said as he broke eye contact. And then reconnecting eyes, he asked, “How’d you not see that the light was red? You’re a careful driver.”

Ezra inserted the movie into the playstation and stood up. “I was distracted.” He glanced at Francine. She glanced at Ezra and bit the corner of her lip as she returned her attention to Kumo licking her hand.”

“You get arrested for running a red light?” Sam continued, “A ticket sure, but arrested?”

“Racism?” Ezra shrugged.

“You said Nick pulled you over.”

“Yes. And Nick still has a job to do.” Ezra contemplated for a second before continuing, “It’s not like if one of our friends worked at Gamestop they would just gave me free games. Nick can’t just not give me ticket or arrest me if I break the law.”

Sam mulled over Ezra’s analogy. “Why didn’t you just tell him it was your birthday?” He smiled.

“How?” Ezra’s voice rose. He paused and let out a sigh. “How does that possibly change anything? ‘Oh, hey Nick. Today’s my birthday, so could you just, you know, not arrest me for being a criminal tonight? Thanks, man, I greatly appreciate it.’ You can’t just do that a drive off willy nilly.”

“Willy nilly?” Francine asked, reverting her attention back to the conversation.

Ezra pointed towards her, “don’t you even start.” Butterscotch purred at Ezra from beside his foot. Only adding to the boiling pot. Ezra quickly shifted his head to the floor, “Don’t you start either!”

“You gotta start thinking about these things, Ez, if you wanna stay out of jail. Play the system a little bit.” Sam said. He clicked a button the TV remote.

Ezra’s hands transitioned from holding his shaking head to opening up their palms to the ceiling. Like watching a flaming flower bloom. “What are you talking abou-” Ezra started to ask, but Sam shushed him.

“The movie’s starting.” Sam had lost interest in his conversation with Ezra. Ezra gave a soft rawr behind pursed lips. An imitation of a cat holding in a purr. Remember when I said only a few people made Ezra lose his temper?


            Five minutes into Episode Eight of Star Wars, Sam fell asleep on Ezra’s shoulder. Kumo’s breathing could be heard as he slept on the floor in front of the couch. Francine reached over Sam to poke the top of Ezra’s head. He turned towards her and whispered, “What’s up?”

“Why don’t you want to tell Sam what happened?” Fran said. Ezra sighed.

“Sam loves his friendships more than anything else in the world. As you can tell, he’s a bit clingy.”

“You two do seem like a married couple,” Fran said.

“He has a big heart. A golden one. Anyway, I may not be fond of you, but he certainly is. If he found out about what happened, he’d be devastated. Probably wouldn’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

“I understand. Let’s not ruin what we’ve got goin’ here,” said Fran.

We don’t have anything,” Ezra replied.

“You’ll warm up to me,” Francine smiled. Ezra rolled his eyes.

“Once you start paying for groceries, sure. Or eat at your own place,” said Ezra. “Just don’t do anything to get us into more trouble, alright? Sam and I have been through too much already.”

“You’re not the only ones,” Francine mumbled. Her smile faded a bit.


So, here’s what happened between Ezra and Francine. Ezra agreed to drive Francine to a friend’s house, so she could drop off a suitcase full of clothes. However, the night was not as simple as either of them had intended it to be.


            “The light’s green,” Francine said. Ezra pressed on the gas. “Did you hear me?”

“Sorry, what did you say?” Ez took a quick glance towards the passenger seat.

“The light. Is green.” Ezra rolled his eyes at Francine’s comment.

“Very funny. I meant the other thing,” said Ezra.

“I said it’s okay to still be heartbroken after a year. You loved her, I get it. It takes time to acknowledge and accept that you won’t be getting back together. For some it’s a year, for others…maybe about a month.” Francine bit a corner of her lip. Her phone vibrated in the cupholder. She reached for it, reading the message.

“I never said I was heartbroken, I just – I don’t feel like dating right now,” Ezra replied. He took a right onto Queen Anne Avenue. “Do you mind skipping this song? I’m not really feelin’ “Hooked on a Feeling.” Fran continued staring at her cell.

“Feeling’s are your problem. You mull over them too much. Learn to enjoy life at face value.” Francine continued to text as she spoke. The car slowed to a stop at an intersection.

“Fran, could you skip- you’re not even paying attention.” Ezra narrowed his eyes at Francine. “And you wonder why I only talk to Sam about those feelings I apparently mull over too much.”

“You know, that special someone is out there for you, don’t stop searching.” Fran put her phone back into the cupholder and returned her focus to the streets of Seattle. With the all so rare Starbucks on her right and the Mezcaleria Oaxaca fading past Ezra’s window.

“Sure, if you believe in that sorta thing,” said Ezra. “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys began to play. Fran looked to Ezra with glossy eyes, but his focus was on the road.

“I do. And I bet you do too,” Fran said softly. Almost to herself.

The speakers sing, “If this feeling flows both ways?”

“Once upon a time, maybe,” Ezra shrugged.

“Baby we both know,” trails off in the background.

Francine slowly leaned over the console. “That the nights were mainly made…” She cupped his head in her hands. Their faces inched closer to one another. Eyes locked. They could feel each other’s lips separated by what seemed like a canyon when it was just by a hair. “Been wondering if your heart’s still open…” Francine glanced out the windshield. “The light’s red!” Ezra pulled away from Francine, eyes as wild as a child afraid of heights on a rollercoaster he swerved around a car crossing his lane. No other vehicles dared to step into Ezra’s path. He sped through the light. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” is sung through the silence. The song continues, “…I’m constantly on the cusp-”

“Holy shit! Why the fuck did you do that?! Are you trying to get us killed?!” Ezra combed his hands through his curly hair. “You know we could’ve died, right?!” Ezra turned to Francine for an answer.

“Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.” Francine stared out onto the road for a moment before facing Ezra. “Well, it could’ve been worse.” She gave a weak smile. Suddenly, flashing red and blue lights appeared behind them. Ezra smacked his head against the top of the steering wheel.

“God dammit. I just can’t catch a break,” Ezra mumbled. He pulled over in front of The Thai Kitchen restaurant. Nick appeared at his window. Ezra rolled the window down.

“Hey, Nick. Sorry about the red light. I was distracted.” Ezra said.

“Hey, Ez.” Nick greeted. “Everyone alright?”

“Yeah,” Ezra started to speak, but Francine abruptly spoke out.

“More than fine, officer. We’re just enjoying our cruise.” Francine spoke quickly. Both guys looked at Francine bewildered.

“Anyway,” Ezra continued, “We’re ok, just rattled. I should’ve been paying attention. How much is the ticket going to cost me?”

“I’ll let it slide this time but be more careful, said Nick. “In a city like Seattle, many accidents end up with someone in a body bag.” Nick looked around the car. He saw the suit case in the back seat partly unzipped. “No Sam?” He asked as he squinted his eyes to the back of the car. Francine blinked from Nick to the back seat.

“Nah, he’s busy working,” Ezra replied. Nick noticed a suspicious plastic bag with a white substance peeking from the suitcase.

“Hey. I’m gonna need you both to step out of the car,” Nick said. He moved back from the door. Complying, Ezra and Francine stepped out into the breezy night air. “Could you take the suitcase out for me?”

“Yeah…sure.” Ezra said. He had no idea why Nick wanted to see the suitcase. Nick witnessed Francine’s worried face. Ezra grabbed the suitcase and noticed the same thing Nick had. He opened it up. His eyes slowly grew in circumference. He rose from the seat, glaring straight towards Francine. “What did you do?” Francine was about to speak but dropped her head instead. You could see her bite the corner of her lip before her hair veiled her face. The car cuts the silence wants again as it sings, “Do I wanna know?”


            Ezra and Francine continued to watch Star Wars with the thought that that night would be the most of their worries. Unfortunately, that night would be the start of their complicated lives.







Stay Tuned

So I know I haven’t written anything in a while and that is for good reason. Many good reasons actually. Within the past few months I’ve had to deal with seizures, surgery, adjusting to a new job, minor crises, and slap a slab of spoiled, stress inducing probably not kosher meat called school with it all and one would say that these past few months have been more chaotic than normal for me. For the record, that is precisely what I am saying. So, I’ve been MIA from more than just my blog. And unfortunately, I will be for a tad bit longer while I sort some things out and decide on which story I’d like to publish next. In the meantime, I have one very special birthday poem for my readers. Stay groovy, gang.

When You Wanna Write
Eliasaph Maze Anderson

When you wanna write, but you got nowhere to go
Nothing is fueling your flow
Got no motivation
What an abomination
You’re letting down your entire nation

Wait, that’s me
When you can’t write, you can’t see
And when I’m down I get myself high
My spirit rides the wind like a kaleidoscope kite
But I don’t need to smoke.

There are better ways to walk amongst the clouds without the dope
So, don’t assume I’m just another writer with a wonderland inside my mind
Because I am
But having an addiction to cope with the system isn’t necessary
I broke the system and had it cope around my true self, not the canary
Found the mute button on that chatty raven pulling my strings
In this realm I’m no prince, I’m king

That revolution was not televised
My demon’s still around so I don’t let people gaze into my eyes

My shadow’s as curious as I am
In the worst way
He opens the doors you keep chained up
Doors that open just a crack and send tremors through your pores

We’re on certain terms though
He will aid in my flow
As long as my dreams are a free zone
So sometimes I don’t sleep.
And I wanna write, but the stress of college and my reaper blood keeps eroding me
Trying to consume my existence like Venom and Carnage
I know I’m close to a level up, but I wanna eject this cartridge

It’s just so much

And I wanna write.
And soon I will.
I need more time to calm my soul from a lightning storm back to a static feel





The Amazing Spider-Maze Will Return


Ladies and Gentlemen,
I implore you
To explore the inner workings of my head
For this is what you’ve been waiting for
For me to wake from my bed
–  Eliasaph Maze Anderson

I am fully aware that I have been slacking on updating my blog and I deeply apologize, however, as a future professional writer I have become much more serious on how I want my writing to sound and look and to be read. Therefore, I take more time to write stories I would usually write in a day for the shits and giggles. So stay tuned for those wonderful treats because I am finishing up last edits on many projects as well as starting many more. However, today is all about poetry. Most of these poems I wrote at the beginning of this year while the last two I wrote in the past week. I wrote these in many different styles, moods, and degrees of “abstractness.” Also they vary in how well they’re written. The first was written to be terrible, so have fun with that. And my poem “Fools” can be read with the title as part of the poem or without, which is why I didn’t put the title in bold. Alrighty, no more disclaimers, have fun reading, friends. Be back soon.


Deliciously Bad Poem: Sanctuary

Coffee & coffee how I love thee
Books & even more books, so many to read
Movies all day satisfy me
And chili cheese dogs are thy feeds.
Groovy smoothies and rad tunes can be had in the kitchen
Gaze at the stars through the spectacular, amazing skylight
Which has been dubbed bitchin’.
I can do whatever my heart desires
I can forget all of my worldly troubles
For I am the key to my own wicked inner sanctum
My Sanctuary



Belonging wraps her arms around them


Sparks twitter around the clouds

Lightning yearning to dance


Broken fragments of red glass occupy sacred ground

Cuts are inflicted, but no scars show


Rogues howl to their goddess for providence

Only to have a shadow’s breath whisper by


Men scurry through the wilderness into the clearing

Wolves waiting


Happy Days

The wheels turn on the rainbow road

My soles keep pushing clockwise

My will refuses to slow down and take a breath.

Cars zip through the Sahara as I follow

With my body seventy percent evaporated.

At long last, a decline appears and my body freezes in the plastic negative

My brain’s natural helmet rests on the bars of the metal ram

The tumbling rumble of the rumbling tum would not cease like

A lie being swished around a building of spies

You have reached your destination, my internal gps

One small step for man, though man has had one too many drinks of low spirits, man leans over towards the grass.

Red waterfall spews from my mouth with white chunks of mystery meat.

Vile as it may be, it smiles as it droops toward the sidewalk. I smile back, sincerely. The first one in months.

Up, once again I vomit

Joyful cries of children

Visions from childhood days of pancakes made by mom and naps in grassy fields

To feel bliss like that again makes this a successful day


To Feel

After months of submitting to the monochrome motions of the escalator of life, I have been able to run up and down the stairs. Laughter that lasts longer than NCIS, a zip tie wraps around the already swirling whirlpool in my stomach, slowly closing the knot upon itself, I might just die, as long as I continue to feel. Darkness begins to consume the periscopes attached to my face, but the care-free bliss that toasts my heart and sets my mind at serenity lets my soul fly alongside the musical notes of high-larity.

A mystical jewel rolls down my face as I remember that the funniest joke in existence…

Is me


Tiny Encyclopedia

I see you wave at me from afar and Technicolor embers burst out of my eyes

That dopey U appears.

As I sit at the table with a sixteen ounce cup of dark brown bean water, working on my new story, I find it trying to not gaze at those brilliant rays of light emphasizing your finely sculpted features. Two spoonfuls of sugar. A smidge of cream.

Burnt cocoa locks cascading down your white mocha shoulders

Rose gloss enticing your victims to lean in for their last meal

Even those bronze plates you use to glare at me when I make a jester’s joke shifts to gold in the right light

You don’t find me funny          but my foolishness amuses you

Talking to you is like speaking to the Mexican Sandy Olsson with more Sriracha

You catch me mesmerized by this elegant painting and tell me

You’re flattered but not interested in an unusually familiar deep tone

Blink and blink but Eugene’s clone is still in view        Pupils roll toward the sky

The mirage is gone

I glance at the tiny fluorescent screen and see you’re still waving



How are we different

You and I?

I call and you come running, you call and I’m already there.

We both walk side by side without a chain to keep us from going too far, no matter what fabric it’s made out of

You could take a trip to Siberia and back if you desired and I wouldn’t mind

As long as you returned to me, I wouldn’t even need a souvenir, I just want you

Near, beside me, on the couch watching TV

I trust you and hope you trust me. I suppose you do because your grey and black fur is the infinite evidence that proves you lie with me at night

To protect me

From pain.

I may have bought you but you are not my slave or pet, you are my friend

In the truest sense of the word

You’re my

Wingman, but you’re getting all the numbers

You rigged the game, you mixed-eyed bandit

Change it back, so I can bask in fame.

Though I paid for you and you’re free to leave

Do you stay out of respect or obligation? Fondness or pity?

Am I your master or are you mine? Is anyone in control?

You bark for me to muzzle it as you stare at the vast and endless array of clouds

You’re fascinated by Mother Nature’s coloring of the floating cotton balls you love to eat so much. The navy blue splashed on top of the orange shmears accompanied by the pink accents.

Even you can’t look away from the visually delicious buffet of the world.

You’re right, there is no difference.


There’s a Difference


Eliasaph Maze Anderson

I want you
Not need you
That’s the difference

If I needed you, I wouldn’t care for you
Carry you
That’s the difference

I wouldn’t feel for you
Feel with you
I’d be bare with you
High with you, not driving by for you
Not being there when you want me to
That’s the difference

If I didn’t want you, my dreams wouldn’t involve you
Our bond wouldn’t be anywhere close to true

That’s the difference


Pay No Mind


Eliasaph Maze Anderson

How can I advert my eyes when you look at me like I am the only one at the bar?
A spotlight emphasizes my importance to you as if you are the only one to take the time to relight my spot on the chandelier.
I sit and stay and stare at the door after you leave me to myself,
Though my tail only flutters for the one I adore.
Clocks will tick, phones won’t ring,
Imagining angels appear in the audience as you sing.
My head drops down to the floor the same way a student sits their head upon their desk

My mind delves into what it deems best.

You pay me no mind like a free month subscription to Spotify premium
Chilling with friends and they ask you, what do you see in him?
You tell them, you don’t know
If you knew then you would care enough not to disrupt the flow
The flow of electricity you and I get to see and lose ourselves to while our souls travel across dimensions to a sanctuary
No one knows
Where I can be alone, but not with you
You may like the view, but nothing else
And it may not be what you’re thinking, but you’re also not speaking
‘Cause you pay me no mind
And it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken, yet you’re unable to tell me real quick that you’re feeling broken,
So go away
Or that you’ve been spending time with friends drinkin’
Can’t talk today

I want you to be blunt
Let me know it’s gonna be a few months
So I should sit back and keep smoking my blunts
Have my friends sit me in a corner and place on my head a hat that reads dunce
More than once
Spend the time thinking of how hard I fell for your magic like a romantic for Shakespeare’s tragics
I was warned not to let the idea of you into my bed, is what they said
And if I looked around and listened
I could hear other sweet sounds that make my eyes glisten
And like a clown, I smile
Send you a text and star gaze at the Nile
Check my phone and find my message idle

I could be in a tomb, solving a mystery with Scooby-Doo, unlike the rest of the gang, I’d continue to think, where are you?

Because I refuse to see the clue
Right in front me
I’m unable to set my mind right
But I have to see
‘Cause in hindsight
The thought of you makes my heart bite
Yearning to be held tight
And I get other calls
But I wait for yours
Because I’m patient
And hesitant to close doors
Especially, one so fantastic
It’s authentic, not plastic, I know for sure

Though your impending goodbye scares me
My world is not asunder
Like an Egyptian cat, I’ll shake it off and continue to be legendary
But you pay me no mind and that drifts me to wonder



Where Were We?

Groovy smoothies, gang. It’s finally time for me to get back into the swing of things. I know I haven’t posted much lately, but for good reason. I couldn’t. For the past few months, I couldn’t feel to post anything, if that makes sense. I did write, but all the stuff I wrote, I didn’t like and therefore, had no place out into the world. However, my trip back East taught me plenty of things and being back home added on to that epilogue-teaching-chapter of my life. Now with the start of a new chapter of my life, I have realized that I have a ton of work to do and need to get serious about my life and my life’s work. Well, just a scoch. I’m not a particularly serious person. So, on the road to success, I’ve got plenty of projects that need my attention and many stories to share on this blog. Thank you all who are still reading and giving my writing a chance. Have fun reading part 2 of my Pokemon adventure.

 Pokemon Generation Neo

Episode 1 part 2:

The Escape

Watching from the sidelines as Umbreon and Espeon were about to be tortured made me sick to my stomach. I was powerless. If only I had a Pokémon partner of my own to help them. “Start the procedure, Doctor Sargon!” A man from the balcony above called out. He wore a white suit with a black dress shirt and belt. His hair was spiky and blue and he had the most malevolent grin I have ever seen. Beside him was the girl I saw earlier. The one with the long, black hair. She stood out from everyone else because she was the only one wearing street clothes instead of a uniform. A woman wearing skinny jeans, sandals, and a red and white striped tank top didn’t scream out “Team Rocket” to me. Well, maybe the tank top did, now that I think about it.

The doctor seemed all too happy to turn on the machine. The platform grew yellow and electricity flew from the surface. I’m not an engineer, but I’m pretty sure a machine that spewed electricity wasn’t safe for anyone. The goon carrying my new friends threw them onto the frightening platform one after the other. At first, they tried to run off the stage, but the electric field around them kept them from moving, forcing them to fall to the floor. My heart started to race and my mind flooded with thoughts. I didn’t know what to do. How to save them. My head fell in defeat. “Human. Please…help us,” uttered Espeon. She was still fighting. Struggling to stand up. I felt her determination and my mind flashbacked to the moment I saw her eyes for the first time. Those white pupils and deep purple eyes showed her will. Her strong will to be free. Closing my eyes, I cleared my head of everything except for one thought. Saving Pokémon.

Surveying the room, I came up with a few strategies. My first plan was to get to the controls and shutdown the machine. There were less people on that side of the room, so there wouldn’t be much interference. Before I put my plans into motion, I took pictures of the moment with my Pokégear. “Hey! What are you doing over there?!” I looked back at one of the security guards talking into his earpiece. Probably alerting his pals.

“Snapcakes,” I sighed. Nothing was going my way. I had to act before it was too late. The guard was headed towards me, yelling out “intruder.” Will he shut up? He’s blowing my cover, I thought. I saw as many of the people in the experiment room were looking my way, some started running towards me as well. “Well, screw it. Here I go,” I said as I dashed into the room. Headed straight for the control panel.

“Capture that intruder!” screamed the doctor at the controls. The mad scientist’s glasses shook as he moved and his long, brown hair, which was tied up, whipped around the air. He knew exactly what I was trying to do. He stared me right in the eyes as his face darkened, glasses glared and his smirk turned into a sinister smile. That pissed me off so much I wanted to punch that guy right in his stupid face. Unfortunately, I had to take a raincheck on that because the doc and the control panel were guarded by over a dozen Team Rocket stooges. And I was more than halfway there. I had to switch to plan B. I pivoted to the left side of the room, going after the crystal on the front of the huge platform. Which also wasn’t possible because there were numerous Rattata, Arbok, and Zubat blocking my path along the platform to the other side of the room.

“Fine, then. Plan C it is,” I muttered to myself. As I slowed down, it felt like the entire world slowed down even more. Like I entered a plane of existence where everything was in slow motion. My adrenaline kept pumping and I could hear my heart beating through invisible headphones. Left, right, all paths were taken up except for one. I tripped as I veered left toward the stage. I knew what was coming. The field of electrical sparks bouncing across the stage. Too late to turn back.

It only took one foot after leaping onto the stage to make me strongly regret my decision. Before my foot even connected to the physical surface of the platform, a few million volts of electricity ran up my leg and spread throughout my body. The shock paralyzed me for a second and I slowly began to fall backwards until I realized that the pain I was feeling was miniscule compared to the pain Umbreon and Espeon was feeling at the center. Compared to what their entire family had to endure for who knew how long.

Forcing my body to move forward, I could feel the jolts burn my skin. The rhythm of my heart picked up tempo and I continued to run across the platform. I wanted to scream in agony, but kept my mouth sealed. If I screamed, I would have been giving in to the pain and showed Espeon that I was too weak to keep my promise to her. However, I couldn’t keep running. I was starting to collapse. I looked at my friends and saw Umbreon glare at me. I couldn’t talk to him like I could with Espeon, but when our eyes locked, I felt like there were no need for words. Everything that needed to be said was obvious. Umbreon looked up at the ceiling and back towards me. I knew I didn’t have enough energy to escape, so I gave my body one more push towards the black fox.

While Umbreon struggled to pick himself up, I scooped him into my right arm and quickly twirled to my left and thrust him into the air. My body collapsed onto the stage, letting the electricity eat away at me. Exhausted, the tempo of my heart slowed and my eyesight blurred. The last thing image I witnessed was Umbreon pounding the stage with a glowing tail and broken bits of the platform flying into the air.

When I opened my eyes a moment later, everyone was in a panic. The platform I was on was shattered and on fire. The personnel were putting out the fire on the control panel while others were clearing out the rubble from the damaged wall next to the stage. They tried to salvage what was left of the damaged computers and other machinery. I stood up, Espeon beside me. “You alright?” She nodded. Suddenly, Umbreon came out of the smoke cloud in front of us with the crystal from the pedestal peeping from his mouth. However, it was different. The crystal glowed from red and purple to black and yellow. He placed the crystal in my hand. It felt…warm and pleasant. I could tell that it had a ton of power inside of it. As I stared at it, my mind went blank and all I wanted to do was look at the shifting colors.

“Snap out of it, human.” Espeon nudged my leg, breaking my concentration. “We need to leave right now.” I noticed her eyes weren’t blue as she spoke.

“Pull yourself together, idiot, before we get caught again.” That was a new voice. A male voice. Umbreon’s voice. Why was I able to hear him? His eyes didn’t change color either. I nodded to them. As we reached the entrance to the hallway, the woman with the black hair walked into our path. A Buneary creeped from behind her leg. Now that we were on the same ground, I realized how short she was. Her height almost made her serious look laughable. Almost.

“That crystal belongs to Team Rocket,” said the woman. I looked at the jewel in my hand and back at her.

“Yea, I don’t think so. Finders keepers and all that.” I was not letting them have that crystal no matter what.

“Foolish boy. So be it.” She spoke with such nonchalance.


“Buneary, use high jump kick,” the girl said, barely audible. The little brown bunny vanished from the area. Espeon and I looked around and couldn’t find it.

“From above!” Umbreon warned us. From wherever he was hiding. We looked up and caught the tiny hairball falling toward us with one leg extended. I had my hands on my knees to keep me standing and my eyes swirled. I knew I had to move, but my body wouldn’t act. Buneary’s attack would have landed on my face if Espeon hadn’t leaped in front of me to counter the move with her iron tail.

Unfortunately, she was also too weak to give it her all and the force of the kick was too much for her to handle. She was knocked back and flew towards me. I caught her in my arms and we both flew to the ground. Espeon was unconscious. Her eyes looked like poorly drawn spirals. My eyes felt as heavy as bricks. I failed. My body was battered and bruised and my head felt like it was being pounded by a Donphan.

The girl walked so close to my face that all I could make out were her legs. She knelt down and shook her head. “That was the most pathetic battle I have ever seen,” she complained, “not even worth being called a battle.” She plucked the stone from my hand and stood back up. “Take these losers to the cells,” she ordered a few grunts as she walked away. I wanted to reach out to stop her from leaving or call out to her, but my body wouldn’t let me. The exhaustion washed over me and I drifted into darkness.

“Maze…Maze, wake up. Maze!”

            “Espeon?” I said as my eyes slowly opened to a space surrounded by metal bars. I felt the cold and rough surface of a wall on my back. My body still ached like I spent a few hours lifting and then had the dumbest idea to go on a hike. My clothes were torn and singed. Espeon laid beside me with concern on her face. Her fur was sullied with grime and burn marks. She turned her head to a figure standing on the other side of the bars.

“The idiot’s finally awake,” said the short woman with a serious attitude problem. Really, what was her deal?

“I wouldn’t say ‘idiot,’ more like ‘concerned citizen’,” I replied.

“You’re a complete dumbass. Thinking that you can just walk in here and stop a Team Rocket operation by yourself? You don’t even have any Pokémon. You’re not even a trainer. You’re more than just a dumbass. You’re pathetic and weak, too.” The woman scoffed at me like I was a waste of her time. My head fell down in shame. Ouch. That was harsh, but she wasn’t wrong. I was a dumbass. Always have been, my friends can verify that. As for being pathetic and weak. Couldn’t deny it. I’m not particularly good at anything and not as smart as most of my friends, but I am capable, so I’m not all that pathetic.

“Wow, you profiled me pretty well,” I laughed. Staring her right in the eyes I told her, “Sure, I may be weak and pathetic…and an idiot and I won’t officially be a trainer until tomorrow, however, I make up for those things by learning, obtaining new skills, and making friends I can rely on wherever I go. Isn’t that right, Espeon?” I winked at my battered friend. I knew Umbreon was around here somewhere just waiting for his moment to free us. Actually, I didn’t. I had no idea where that asshat went, but I knew he’d have to come back for us at some point.

“Pokémon as friends?” She gave a soft chuckle. “Don’t make me laugh.” I think I just did, I thought. “Pokémon are nothing but tools. A means to an end to resolve human conflict. They’re nothing but slaves to humankind and just like how humans don’t give a damn about Pokémon, they don’t give a damn about us.” She folded her arms and gave an unyielding stare just waiting for me to challenge her beliefs.

“How could you say that? Aren’t you a trainer? Do you not care about your own Pokémon? It’s because of them that this world is a more peaceful place and that more people are free of pain and suffering.” I was distraught. I couldn’t wrap my head around how she could say such things. Her Buneary peeked from behind her leg. Its face full of disappointment. The little furball confirmed its trainer’s feelings on Pokémon relations. And by the way that lady had talked to and treated her Pokémon, their relationship was purely master and subordinate, nothing more.

“What do you know of pain?” Her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth clenched, and her fiery eyes stared me down. “You don’t even know what real life is like! How cruel and heartless it can be! You’ve been protected in this quiet and cushy town all your life and never had to face the terrors outside your little bubble. I know pain. I’ve lived with it my whole life! Pain and suffering is all there is in this world and it will continue to prosper whether Pokémon exist or not!” And with that said, she walked away.

“Wait.” I said softly with a bit of anger in my voice. “Who are you?”

She stopped and said, “like that’s any of your business,” and walked out the room. Buneary remained in front of the cage, staring at me. I smiled at it so it wouldn’t worry. “Buneary, let’s go!” The trainer shouted from the hallway. The scruffy rabbit jumped up out of sight. It dropped a card on the floor in front of the cell as it ran off. I had the look of someone who heard a joke they didn’t understand. Espeon had the same look. We couldn’t explain why, but our captor just gave us the I.D. card we needed to escape. Surprisingly, the card had the angry trainer’s photo on it. Apparently, her name was Breanna Gushiken and was twenty-two years old. We shrugged it off. Espeon used Psychic to surround the card in a blue energy and lift it off the ground. It floated to the card slot on the cage door and inserted itself, unlocking the door. Using the card, I unlocked all the other cells, freeing the entire Eevee family. They all kept their distance from me, except for Espeon. She tried to reassure them that I could be trusted, but she only calmed them down slightly. They weren’t as tense around me, but they still watched me with fear as they followed me through the facility. We snuck through each corridor to try and reach the upper floor. Suddenly, I felt a presence coming from around the corner.

“Do you feel that, Maze?” It was like Espeon and I were on the same wavelength.

“Yea, I do.” I stopped for a moment. “Wait. How do you know my name? I never told you what it was.” She just smiled at me. Her eyes turned blue.

“I do not know, however, it is nice to refer to you as something other than, ‘human’.”

“This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. Even for me.” The figure that made my vibes act up got closer. I felt like my lungs were building up pressure. As Umbreon approached us, I let out a huge sigh. “Finally. Where have you been?” He completely dismissed me and spoke to Espeon instead. “You irk me,” I told him. He looked up at me and nodded his head down the hall he just came through. He led all of us to a bright, white room full of crystals on their respective pedestals. They all had the same oval shape, but each one held a different color. Some, were fiery red, others were leaf green, or ice blue. Some were just broken into pieces with no life in them at all. These had to be the results of the experiments, but what they were for, I had no idea.

“Maze, look!” called Espeon. She had found the purple and black crystal from earlier inside a glass case. Even through the glass I could feel a connection to it. Unlike the other crystals, that one glowed more prominently and it drew me towards it. Umbreon and Espeon also felt the call as we stared into the glass.

“Hey! You shouldn’t be in here!” One of the flunkies found us. He spooked the Pokémon so much that Leafeon grew sharp leaves from its body and flung them in a barrage at the guard, sending him flying out of the room. Another flunky peeked into the room.

“Code red! The prisoner and the test subjects have escaped. I repeat, the- Aaaghhh!” His message was interrupted as Glaceon hurled chunks of ice at him. Both of the terrorists were knocked unconscious in the hall.

“We gotta go now!” I shouted. Red lights flashed everywhere and a loud alarm siren came on. If we didn’t leave right then we were goners. Crack! I turned to find that Umbreon had broken open the case the glowing crystal was in. “Seriously!?” He shrugged at me is if to say, “What? I wanted it.” I just shook my head. “Whatever, let’s just go.” It took longer than expected to get to the ground floor because of all the Team Rocket goons that tried to get in our way. They didn’t consider the fact that Espeon’s siblings would attack them without hesitation. Shadow balls, pink gusts of wind, streams of fire and water, and many more attacks made the narrow hallways into dangerous battlegrounds. On the upper floor, many of the scientists were already evacuating with as much paper work, computer hard drives, and lab experiment tools that they could carry. A row of guards with their Zubats and Rattata were waiting in the huge lobby. The room was still full of rubble and had a huge hole in the wall. We turned to face the front entrance, but more men and women and their Pokémon ran up to block our escape. Umbreon handed me the crystal, knowing we’d have to fight our way out. He crouched lower to the ground, ready to pounce. As soon as I touched the jewel, I felt my whole body vibrate. It was like I drank five energy drinks. My body was rejuvenated and on high alert. Umbreon, Espeon and I faced the opponents in the lobby while their siblings prepared to take on the blockade behind us.

“I’m ready when you are, Maze,” Espeon said.

“I will fight with you,” Umbreon growled. As I repositioned my beanie and rolled up my jacket sleeves, I announced calmly and with confidence,

“Alright, gang. Let’s give them hell.”

“Espeon dodge and use psychic! Umbreon stand your ground, then use payback!” Espeon sidestepped from a barrage of yellow orbs and hit Zubat with a mental blast, dropping it to the ground. confuse ray? Seriously? I hate that move. Not far away, Umbreon took the brunt of a Rattata’s tackle. As he stood their absorbing the hit, a purple aura surrounded his body. He dashed straight for the Rattata and hit it right on its side. The purple rat laid unconscious a few feet from where it was hit.

“Return!” The goons said simultaneously. The Pokémon were absorbed by red beams and went back into their Pokéballs.

“You’ll pay for this, punk!” Proclaimed one of the terrorists.

“You’re going down next time!” Chimed in one of the others as they all ran away. Finally, the path to both exits were clear. We caused such a mess that the entire facility was falling down around us. Flames were engulfing everything from the ground to the crumbling ceiling and explosions were consistent. It looked too dangerous to escape through the lobby with even more risk to get caught in the blaze and stopped by even more people, so we ran towards the entrance.

“Use shadow ball!” I heard a woman’s voice shout from behind. The already fragile ceiling crumbled down in front of the doors to the outside. Umbreon, Espeon, and I stopped before the debris crushed us while the other Pokémon were lucky enough to get out just in time. I turned toward our pursuer. She was a bit shaken up. Clothes were a little singed and had a few cuts on her arms and legs, but she was well enough to want to fight some more.

“This woman sure is persistent,” Umbreon said.

            “I like her admiration, but she is really starting to annoy me,” Espeon said with a sigh. Their voices were in my head, but neither of them were using the move, psychic. I looked at the crystal in my jacket pocket. It was glowing brighter than before. As if I turned it “on” somehow.

I think she just really hates me, I thought. That time the two could hear me.

“I doubt that’s the only reason,” Espeon reassured.

“I believe it.” Said Umbreon.

“I hate you so much, kid.” Bre heaved as she stopped at the end of the hall.

            What I say?

“You have got to be kidding me.” Espeon looked at me.

“You have thwarted Team Rocket’s plans plenty for one lifetime! Because of you, our research is set back by months! Now, I’ll be taking back that stone and neither you nor your little friends will leave this place alive!” That chick was angry for sure, but she still showed little expression in her face. As if it was normal for her.

“Let’s take her out,” Umbreon said.

“Nope. Espeon and I got this. Isn’t that right?” I looked down at her with a smile on my face. She smiled back.

“This time, we’re gonna win.” Umbreon saw the fire in our eyes and sat patiently beside me.

“You actually think you two can beat me? You’re both so weak. You had no chance against me before, do you actually think you’ll defeat me now? You’re not even a trainer.” Bre spoke with confidence. She overestimated me and Espeon and that’s what we were gonna exploit in order to win. I knew Espeon knew exactly what I was thinking and was on board with my plan. “Fine then. Buneary, destroy them. Use high jump kick.” Buneary was a blur the next instant. I laughed.

“You think we’d be defeated so easily by the same trick as before?! Give us some credit! Espeon, iron tail!” Espeon nodded and jumped into the air. Her tail turned from purple fur to a shiny metallic skin. She swung her tail and made contact with the sole of Buneary’s foot. The impact caused the air around them to waver, causing the flames to flutter. For a second, it looked like Espeon was being pushed back by Buneary, but she put more force into her tail and pushed her opponent back to the other side of the hallway. Bre furrowed her brow, displeased.

“Go! Use quick attack!” she ordered. Her partner moved so fast that it was hard to keep track as it bounced side to side, moving closer.

“Let’s move, Espeon.” She immediately sprang toward the yellow and brown ball of fluff. She was even faster than I imagined. She moved so fast, she left split second after images behind. Buneary stopped in fear when Espeon appeared right in front of it. The bunny was head-butted right in the gut and was sent flying towards her baffled master.

“Get up, you weakling! Get up and fight, right now!” Her injured and tired Buneary struggled to its feet. “How is this possible? A novice like you?”

“Who told you I was a novice? I know I didn’t,” I laughed. “My parents have been teaching me how to battle since I was a kid. I train with their Pokémon all the time. That and the fact that Espeon is just a kick ass partner.” Espeon glanced back at me with a smile. Bre’s face did not look as cheerful. Her eyes burst into flames themselves. “You may have beaten us last time, but we’re fighting at full strength this time around. And you underestimating us doesn’t help you either.” I protected the back of my head as an explosion went off right behind me. I didn’t realize it until then, but the pathway behind Bre was almost completely engulfed in flames and blocked by debris. “Look! We don’t have any more time to waste! All of us are going to die here!” The girl lowered her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Team Rocket will never be defeated. My life is of no consequence. At least I’ll be free of the pain once and for all.” I couldn’t believe what she was blabbing on about. As if she’s been waiting to die all this time. Well, I wasn’t ready to die and I wasn’t going to let her die either.

“Screw you!” She looked up at me. “You’re not dying here and neither are the rest of us! Not before I live out my dreams, dammit!” I was motivated. Nothing was going to stand in my way now. “And what about this!?” I asked as I held up the stone. You’re just gonna give up on it?! Just like that?!” Another explosion went off right behind Bre.

“Of course not. The organization will take that from your corpse later.” Snapcakes, that’s just messed up, I thought.

“Really now? Well, they can’t do that if there is no stone to get, can they?” I dropped the stone on the ground and smashed it with my foot. That dumbfounded look on the woman’s face gave me pleasure, however, it didn’t last long for I became dumbfounded myself. The power within the stone burst out and spread through the air like an aurora borealis that shifted in colors matching Umbreon and Espeon. We stood in awe. After a moment, the enigmatic energy found new homes by forcing itself inside of Umbreon, Espeon, and myself. The force of the event made us kneel on the ground. I was groggy for a moment, but started to regain my awareness. I couldn’t feel Umbreon or Espeon’s presence in my head anymore, nor could I hear their voices. My body felt heavier and sorer than a moment ago.

“You idiot! Without the power from the stone you’ll never win! And now the organization has nothing to further its research!” Glasses regained her vivacity. “I’m fed up with your stupidity. I’ll end you here and now! Buneary, finish this with shadow ball!” Buneary was hesitant. It looked deeply upset. “Now!” Buneary focused and made a sphere of black energy. It let the ball fly once it locked on to me. Not two seconds later an explosion erupted right beside the pair and was about to swallow them both. Espeon jumped into the path of the black orb. I didn’t want her to get hurt anymore, I couldn’t let her. I also had to save Bre and her Buneary. The rage of everyone dying at that moment and failing to keep my promise to save Umbreon and Espeon built up inside of me. I was not going to fail!

“Espeon! Use icy wind!” Without hesitation, she spewed a gust of chilled air from her mouth. It was so powerful that the move knocked the shadow ball backwards and exploded in front of the already oncoming explosion. The shadow ball combined with the might of the chilly wind contained the blast in a smaller radius. The duo got knocked unconscious by the aftershock. Unfortunately, the cold air didn’t reach past the hallway. The flames were too close for comfort and gave off a boiling heat that made my body start to melt and caused my blurry vision to increase as I walked towards the hole in the wall. Espeon did her best to move any troublesome rubble in our path, so that I wouldn’t trip and drop Bre. She was asleep in my arms with my jacket covering her to keep her from being burnt or suffocate from the smoke. Umbreon trudged behind me with Buneary lying on his back. Each step was harder to make as my energy dropped. When we get out of here, I am gonna drink so much water. And eat. I am starving. Bre shifted in my arms, removing my jacket from her face. As her eyes slowly opened, she asked me,


“You’re gonna have to be specific,” I told her. I knew exactly what she meant. She struggled to speak due to her exhaustion.

“Why…are you saving…me? You have…no reason to.”

“I have no reason to let you die either.” I looked at her and gave the best smile I could. “And you were in my way when I tried to get out, so it was easier to just bring you along.”

“I…hate you.” She said weakly. Oh, so that she can say, but not a simple “thank you” or something?

            As we finally stepped through the hole to the outside world I told her, “You know, you don’t have to die to get rid of the pain. You should live and figure out how to eradicate the suffering in your life. Buneary has been trying to help you for a while. How about letting her?” When I looked down, Bre’s eyes were closed. After setting the pair in the grass far from the destroyed facility, Umbreon, Espeon and I headed towards New Bark Town guided by the light of the beautiful full moon. I’m not sure, if Bre heard me or not, though, it didn’t matter. I knew she’d figure it out sooner or later. At least, that’s what I hoped. What made her so heartless and reserved in the first place? Who knew?

“What was that all about?” Espeon asked. She wore a face of concern.

“It’s nothing,” I told her. “Just some crap I learned years ago.” We sat on a hill closer to town with a view of the burning Team Rocket hideout. The police had shown up with a bunch of firefighters and emergency medical personnel. As the firefighters and their water Pokémon tried to tame the fire, some policemen shuffled cuffed Team Rocket members into armed trucks. I heard shuffling grass from behind me. I watched as brown, pointy ears popped up from the grass. Eevee and its siblings had found us at last. Umbreon and Espeon basked in joy with their family. They jumped up and down, ran around, and petted each other’s faces. I smiled as I sat a few feet away. While they were having fun, I decided to slip away into the night. I walked all the way down the hill and was on my way to town when Espeon roared from behind me. Albeit, a weak roar, but a roar nonetheless. She ran up to me with everyone else close behind.

“Why are you leaving? I still haven’t thanked you for all that you have done for us.” Her glowing, blue eyes almost hid a looming tear. I knelt down.

“There’s no need to say anything. I was just passing through, that’s all. And you and your family are free now. You can head back home, you don’t need me anymore.” I wiped the tear from her scruffy, smoke covered face. She nestled her face against my palm.

“I don’t want to leave. Not yet. You’re the first human in so long that I have learned to trust and respect and I want to stay with you for a while.” My eyes widened. Umbreon sat beside his sister and nodded towards me as if to say, “me too.”

“You both want to travel with me?” They nodded. “But why?”

Because you said you wanted to live out your dreams, correct? Well, you helped us live out ours, so we’ll help you with yours.” Espeon smirked. With a huge smile, I hugged them both.

“I’d like nothing more than two have you around.” I looked at Umbreon and scoffed. “He can come too, I guess.” He just scoffed back. “What about all of you?” I asked the Eevee clan.

“They’re going back home, but they wanted to give you a gift to say thanks, first.” Espeon said. Eevee held a rectangular box in its mouth. I accepted it and opened the mystery box. I laughed when I saw the two colorful stones inside with a note that said, “To Professor Elm.” All of this for this stupid box. I will never do another favor for the doc, ever again.

The three of us said our goodbyes and trekked home as soon as Umbreon and Espeon’s family ran off into the woods. Returning to the place they call home.

Explaining what happened to my parents was difficult and not fun in the slightest. I kept out some things like the encounters with Bre and the fact that I almost died that night. Needless to say they were furious and worried and all those annoying parental feelings that kids just never want to deal with. They did take a liking to my new partners, which was great. They also gifted me with a new Pokégear to replace the one I lost in the fire. By two in the morning, the events of the last several hours had dissipated and life was back to normal. Umbreon, Espeon, and I were all cleaned up, fed, and were enjoying the peaceful sounds of the night out on the lawn. “Well, you two, it’s time we officially became partners,” I told them while holding two red and white Pokéballs in my hands. Looks of approval filled their grinning faces. They nudged the balls with their heads, letting themselves be absorbed inside them. I waited patiently as the balls shook in my hands. Shake one. The red light of the button turned on. Shake two. I was even closer to catching not one, but two Pokémon. Time seemed to slow down tremendously. Those few seconds seemed to have lasted a lifetime. Shake three. The red light turned off, the ball made a clicking sound, and it remained still. Uhh, did it work? I think it worked. Kinda anti-climactic, though. I was expecting tiny fireworks to pop out or some tiny virtual stars would come out. “I choose you,” I said and Umbreon and Espeon landed safely onto the ground in front of me.

“From this point on, we will protect each other, and always be with one another no matter what. Agreed?” Espeon vowed.

“You betcha,” I replied. Umbreon shrugged. As we gazed up at the moon, my face unconsciously smirked as I thought of all the amazing adventures we’d have in the near future.

If We Were Having Coffee: Leaving Home

Is it strange to be missing a home you haven’t even left yet? That’s the question I thought to myself at 2 am this morning as I packed for my trip back to Virginia. I’ve only lived in my new apartment in Tucson for four months, but I already consider it home. Why would I believe such a thing? Because of all the great times I have had there so far and because of the people that made it home. Like my roommate and friend, River Ludington. Strange guy, pretty groovy, lover of hiking and biking and all that jazz. He also has a knack for building random contraptions and brewing beer. We’re basically complete opposites in personality and activity wise, but we fit together well. The icing on the cake is that we work together at the Raging Sage Cafe and it’s tons of fun.

The Sage is also part of why I consider not just that apartment, but Tucson, home. My place is only a 15 minute walk from work, which is fantastic because I can just cruise down the street on my electric skateboard, Genie, and be enjoying some coffee and delightful conversation with my work friends. I’d love to say more about them, however, I don’t have the time. The North Carolina airport WiFi is about to run out and then it’s back to playing Pokemon for me.

Anyway, I know my visit to see my family in Virginia will only be for a month, but during that time, I won’t be working or napping in the back of cafe or watching Community with River and another friend of mine, Talya. I won’t be riding my skateboard or be sleeping in my own, comfy bed. And I won’t be able to hang out at my favorite place with the eccentric characters that have brought me joy these past 8 months while sipping a hazelnut cubano. It’s a little sad to think about, however, I am also pretty excited to enjoy a White Christmas in good old and crappy Winchester.

Pokemon 20th Anniversary!

Yo, readers. I’m returning to blogging in a spectacular way with an amazingly crazy story. A Pokemon fan fiction. And before you lose interest because you think Pokemon is for kids and dumb and whatever, I suggest giving my spin on one of my childhood favorite games. I am not only writing this fanfic to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Pokemon, but to also share what I have learned from my life in a world unfamiliar, meanwhile, similar to ours. For those who don’t know me, I am a realist. Therefore, this story, all though meant to be light and kid friendly is going to be written in a more young adult type of way. So, its’ more like rated pg-13 than pg. And to clarify, I am writing this more for myself than others because I love Pokemon. And because of that, I am throwing out all the rules to whatever writers follow and putting not just myself in the story, but everyone I know as well. Where and when a person from my life will appear in the story and how they will affect it will be more or less random. There’s not really a set plan with this one, I’m mostly making things up as I go along. That also means the writing style may change a teensy  bit throughout the work because I have 2 editors helping me create a more riveting narrative. My first editor is one of my best friends, Breanna Gushiken, while my second editor is my eldest sister, Elisha Frazer. So far, I’ve completed the 1st episode, which is 27 pages long, so I am gonna split the episode into small parts for easy and quick reading. Ok, I’m done rambling. Have fun reading.


Pokémon Generation Neo:

Episode I

The Adventure Begins

Part 1

            I ran up the hill to Professor Elm’s lab as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe my parents let me sleep in late! They knew how long I’ve been waiting for this day. This very dehydrating day. I slowed down as I stared up at the nearly cloudless sky. The summer sun was baking my body. Sweat rolled out of my beanie. I saw the guys in front of the lab as I arrived at the hilltop. My friends were sitting in the grass with a Cyndaquil I had never seen before.

Damn, I think I’m too late. I ran to them and put my hands on my knees. “Did…I make it?” I could barely breathe.

“No, bro. You’re thirty minutes late. There are no more starters for you to get,” Brett said as he gave Cyndaquil a pat on the head. The others just shook their heads in disapproval.

“Nice, Maze. You had one job,” Andrew laughed.

“Yea, Maze, we called like four times,” Sam chimed in. Jose just sat there and laughed. My friends suck sometimes. I sat down beside Brett.

“I overslept. I went to bed late last night and, and, well this happened.” I was mad at myself, but at the same time, I just didn’t care. I always ended up messing things up for myself that I became used to it. Even now, I continually screw things up. “Sorry, Brett, I guess we’ll be leaving town tomorrow instead.” We’ve planned this for over a year. Brett would finally graduate high school and we’d travel the world as Pokémon trainers. I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t you get your starter when you turned ten? Well, it’s because the laws were changed years ago.

You see, the generation before my friends and I was called the “hero” generation because they solved so much of the turmoil that started occurring in the world. The numerous world threatening events caused the governments of every region to change the trainer age from ten years old, to fourteen. However, many parents saw the raise in age to force their children to finish high school before being trainers, just like my parents. I know, my life sucks, but not after today.

“How about you spend the night at my house, Maze, so we make sure you wake up on time.” Jose was almost always helpful. It was a good idea though.

“Yea, then we can play games and watch movies all night.” Sam didn’t understand the point of us hanging out tonight.

“No, you idiot, we don’t want Maze to stay up all night because then he’ll be late again.” Andrew understood, but he didn’t need to be so harsh. I just laid down in the grass and watched the clouds go by. I was in no mood to argue with them today. After a few minutes, I saw the professor looking down at me. I swear that guy’s wardrobe is filled with the same outfit. A green dress shirt, brown khakis and loafers, and his lab coat. The five of us turned our attention to him.

“Hey, doc. What’s up?” I said. He pushed up his glasses.

“Hey, guys. Maze, I was sad to see you didn’t show up today. Are you alright?”

“Yea, I just overslept, everything’s groovy,” I reassured.

“Oh ok, then I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow to get your Pokémon, right?” I nodded. “I’ll be here as early as eight in the morning, so you’re welcome to stop by then.”

“Will do.”

“Very good. Now, to the business at hand. I wanted to ask you all a favor.” We all gave him questioning glances. Cyndaquil was also paying attention.

“Okay…” Brett said. It wasn’t very often the professor would ask us a favor.

“Sure, professor, whatever you need,” Sam said. If any of us wanted to back out before, it was too late now. Thanks, Sam.

“Great. You see, I lost a small black case in the woods this morning and don’t have time to look for it until tomorrow because I have a ton of research to do today. I’d be grateful if you could search for it.” The professor gave us a smile. The five of us shared shrugs and nods.

“Yea, we’ll look for it for you. Which part of the woods did you lose it?” Brett asked.

“I lost it somewhere near the path that leads to Tohjo Falls. Thank you guys so much for your help. Just let me know if you find it or not,” Professor Elm said as he walked back into his lab.

“I know what I’m not doing today,” Andrew pronounced. We just glared at him. That behavior was expected from Andrew. He was always too lazy to do anything helpful, but in the end, he helped anyway. “I’m joking, I’m going, don’t worry.” And good thing he was helping because I sure couldn’t.

“Well, have fun with that, I’ll catch up with you guys later and help,” I said as I got up.

“Where are you going?” Brett asked. Cyndaquil was eating an Oran berry from his hand.

“I’ve got work at the café until six. I’ll search after, though, I promise.”

“You better, we’re not searching on our own!” Brett yelled as I walked down the hill. There’s four of them and a Cyndaquil, so I didn’t understand what he meant by ‘on their own,’ but whatever. I just waved and went off to work.

Later that night, I went off into the woods. I was pretty tired, but I said I would look for that mysterious case, so I had no choice. I called Jose right after work and he told me him and the others were taking a break from searching, so I went searching on my own.

It didn’t take me long to reach the area that the professor told us about, however, I could not find that case for the life of me. The area near Tohjo Falls was big. The trees grew so high that for many of them, it wasn’t possible to see the top. And this wasn’t one of those bright green, nicely cut grass type of woods, it’s one of those woods with the semi-tall grass and leaves of shades of brown and dark green covering the ground. I spent an hour and a half looking and decided to take a break. I just decided to go exploring and hang out with the Pokémon in the area. Pidgeys and Spearow flew over me while Caterpie and Rattata scurried through the grass and climbed up the trees. As I walked randomly through the forest I had come across the weirdest phenomena ever. Not really, but it was weird. A guy in a black uniform with a giant red ‘R’ on his chest was walking several feet in front of me until he just disappeared. It was like he walked through space time because the entire space he walked passed rippled like a pebble in water.

I was shocked for sure, but I was more intrigued than anything else. Have you ever had that moment when you are surprised by something and should be scared and question everything, but instead you are like, ‘cool! How’d that happen?’ That’s exactly how I felt. I ran up to the spot where that guy disappeared and investigated the area. Nothing seemed wrong. The grass was grass, the trees were trees, and the leaves were definitely leaves. I stretched my arm out in front of me and part of it went through the ripple in space. Like when Alice and Eevee went through the looking glass only this was even trippier. My success in finding this anomaly made me smile. I walked into the ripple and was surprised to find on the other side…the same stupid forest. Like no space station or different part of the world, no, I was still in the same place. Except now, there was a two story red and white building that wasn’t there before. I looked to the sky to find a huge grid-like field surrounding the area above the building that spread to the ground. It must have been what I stepped through to find this place. And what was being used to keep this place a secret. No wonder no one had ever seen this random building in the middle of the stupid woods before.

I spotted the guy I saw moments before go inside the building. I tried to follow him in, but I needed to scan an I.D. badge at the door. Like I was gonna get one of those. Instead, I snuck around, looking for another way inside. I looked through the windows to see what was going on inside and found even more people wearing black uniforms. I couldn’t place where I saw that ‘R’ logo before, but right at that moment, I remembered. It was the Team Rocket logo. A bunch of them were running around with vials of colorful fluids, huge cables, and stacks of papers. Some of them even had lab coats on. The inside was well kept too. It had the same messy but organized layout as a hospital. Sparkling floors, sterilized walls, and random computers and tech at one side of the room. I didn’t know what the heck these weirdos were up to, but I knew I had to find out.

As I lurked around to the back of the building, I caught a glimpse of a girl with long, black hair enter the hideout. I caught the door before it closed and held it ajar just a tiny bit so that it looked closed from far away. I walked right in after seeing no one in the hall. I was really proud of myself for obvious reasons. Who wouldn’t be happy about successfully sneaking into some place you obviously shouldn’t be entering. I didn’t need a bunch of signs reading ‘Danger’ and ‘Do not enter’ to know that I was doing something extremely stupid and dangerous, but, you know, yolo. Anyway, that hallway had nothing in it, except for one entryway to the basement level. Like I was going to do something as dumb as go down into the creepy basement. I just decided to observe the rest of the place and get evidence to show the police later.

I knelt down as I snuck a peak into the main lobby. It wasn’t really a lobby as it was just a huge area with tons of computers and crap, but let’s just call it a lobby. So, this lobby was the same room that I saw through the window earlier. What I didn’t see earlier was this big red and white platform in the middle of the room with the random pedestal on one side of it. Above the platform was this metal frame-worked indoor balcony that made up the second level. Several Team Rocket goons were setting up video cameras that were looking down at the stage. Apparently, they were getting ready for some kind of show or experiment or something.

“Help us…”

            The feeling of anxiety washed over me after I heard the disembodied voice. It was like it came from my own head, but I know I wasn’t thinking it. Deciding to just brush that incident as nonsense, I took a few snapshots of the lobby with my Pokégear.

“Please…help us.”

            There it was again. At that point, I started to get some very eerie vibes that I just couldn’t ignore. I had to figure out who was calling me. Unfortunately, the place where I thought the voice was coming from was the creepy basement I was trying so hard to avoid. But, you know, fuck me, right? The voice called again and I whispered, “I know, I heard you the first two times. Just hold on, alright? Geez.”

The basement level was just as haunting as I thought it would be. There was light in the halls, but it was dim and blue, making it possible to see down them while retaining the ‘beware-of-jump-scare’ vibe. That disembodied voice could’ve been behind anyone of the many doors down there, but I didn’t want to take the chance to open a door and be caught by a bunch of Team Rocket nerds. The further I walked through the halls, the more my vibes grew. It felt like my body knew where to go without explaining why. I guess that’s what they call instinct. One hallway I walked down felt strange. Like I was close to something important. That feeling got stronger the closer I reached the door at the end of the hallway. I reached for the doorknob when it suddenly turned on its own. Out of fear, I jumped into an open room behind me and hid behind this huge bookshelf. I listened to the echoed footsteps go past the room and I slowly peeked down the hall. The woman walking down it had an empty cage in her hand. Whatever that thing was used for must be in that room, I thought.

Creeping closer to the source of my wonky vibes felt like one of those points in your life when you think to yourself, If I do this? How could it possibly affect my life? And then you do the thing in question and realize, How could it not?

What I saw in that room was the worst thing I had ever witnessed firsthand. At first, I couldn’t see much because one light was barely on in the center of the ceiling, so all I saw were tuba sized cages with small, glowing eyes in some of them. All those eyes staring at me made me incapable of moving my legs.

Over here,” the voice reached out. I hesitantly crept further down the aisle of cages. I heard a soft purr coming from one cage and went toward it.

“Are you the one I keep hearing?” I asked as I peeked inside the cage. The glowing brown eyes seemed to get a bit closer and then in an instant, they appeared mere inches from my face and the creature bearing them would have clawed my face if I hadn’t jumped back and fallen on my ass already. “Okay, groovy, not you. I won’t bother you anymore.” That’s when I recognized the creature in the cage. It was an Eevee. An angry and defensive one at that. It paced around, keeping eye contact with me. A few Pokémon in the other cells started to purr as well and it was in that moment that I realized Eevee and all of its evolutionary forms were being held against their will by Team Rocket. But for what?

Glad to see you found us, human.”

            I looked around at the icy blue Glaceon, to the blazing Flareon, and to this colorful Sylveon that laid in a corner of its cage licking off a wound on its arm. Then I felt a cold chill at the back of my neck like I was being watched. I turned around and in the cage to the right of the sleeping Umbreon were the piercing purple eyes of an Espeon. I looked through those unblinking eyes and felt empowered as if this ball of light purple fluff was determined and confident. In what? I had no idea, but I knew that I wanted to do whatever was in my power to help it. I just needed to know one thing. Standing in front of its cell, I asked it, “Are you a boy or a girl?” Espeon’s eyes shifted from seriousness to curiosity. “Your voice sounded female, but it’s really hard to tell with most Pokémon, so I thought I’d ask.” Espeon gave a smile as I heard it chuckle in my head.

“You are a very amusing human. Yes, I am female, but I do not know how that matters at all.”

“I don’t know. I was just curious.”

“More curious than knowing about this dungeon? Than knowing what this place and what my siblings and I are here for?”

“I mean, those were definitely gonna be my next few questions,” I said. It was strange. This Pokémon wasn’t as jumpy and ferocious as the others. She was calm and kind. “So, what is Team Rocket doing to you and your siblings?” I took a seat. Espeon’s eyes turned blue before she spoke.

“About a month ago, we were brought here as the humans’ test dummies. You call them, ‘Team Rocket’?” I nodded. As she told me her story, images of her and her family being captured and caged up by Team Rocket appeared in my head.

            “To test what?”

“I’m not sure. However, we are put on a stage of sorts and our energy is drained into different crystals that the humans study.” More images surfaced. I could see an Eevee and a Sylveon be chained to a round stage and electrocuted until they fell unconscious. I also witnessed a few of Espeon’s siblings being tossed into the kennels with fresh, bleeding, wounds on their bodies. The images were so graphic and depressing, that I started to tear up. I could not believe what had happened to these Pokémon.

The platform I saw upstairs must be what she’s talking about, I thought as I wiped my eyes. Though, that didn’t explain any of their behaviors. “How is it that you’re so calm while your siblings are…?”

“Hostile? Mistrusting?” She knew the exact words I was thinking of using. “The experiments affected each of us differently. At first, the fatigue was bearable, however, after so long, most of us have lost hope and have grown spiteful and melancholy. I, on the other hand, still remember what it was like to be free and remain hopeful for my family’s sake.”

            “You still trust humans? And why me of all people?” Why did she ask for my help?

“I know that not all humans are terrible. And it’s not like I chose to have you help us. You were just the only person to hear my voice.”

“Oh, so I was just a lucky coincidence, huh?” I muttered. A bit disappointed in the fact that I wasn’t chosen for any particular reason.

“Yep, that’s basically it,” she said with a laugh.

“You don’t have to agree with me,” I snapped. I felt offended, but Espeon’s smile made it hard to be too hurt, so I just laughed along with her. Though, I knew that it was not the time to lollygag. I had to find a way to free all of those Pokémon. I stood up and investigated the cage. A card reader was positioned as the lock of the cell. I had to get my hands on an I.D. card. “I’ll have to grab a Team Rocket I.D. to open this cell.” I was speaking to Espeon, but I could swear that the Umbreon beside us scoffed at me. “What? Do you have a better idea?” I asked it. It just looked at me, looked at Espeon, growled something to her, and went back to sleep. Like, I was standing right there and was completely ignored. I’m pretty sure it insulted me also. Espeon turned to me.

“My brother means well. He just doesn’t believe in you like I do.” That did not make me feel any better. I had to stick it to that Umbreon.

“Well, I’ll just have to prove him wrong. I’m gonna get the key and I’ll be back as fast as I can.” I walked back towards the hall and as I passed Umbreon I said, “And you can suck it.”

Creeping through the hallways was easy, the hard part was finding empty rooms with an I.D. card randomly in it. The best way for me to get my hands on an I.D. was to snatch one off someone. I found one woman who had her card swinging off the side of her skirt. I clung to the wall as I followed her down the hall. She went from room to room collecting papers from scientists, so I guessed she was just an assistant or something. Finally, she stopped to answer a phone call from her boss. As she stood still, giving a progress report of the work being done, I tiptoed behind her, carefully snatched her card, and snuck back towards Espeon and the others. Unfortunately, I was a little late.

            While staying in the shadows, I witnessed a guy walk past me with two small kennels. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Umbreon and Espeon inside them, trying to break free. I couldn’t let them get their energies drained again. They couldn’t suffer any more abuse. I didn’t know how, but I was going to stop Team Rocket’s experiments.

To be continued…

I’m Still Awake

Hey, Everyone. To those who still read this blog, I am here to say…I’m ready. I’m back, I’m alive, and I’m ready to get back to what I love doing. Writing fun stories. I have spent all summer on one giant and epic story that will probably run till the end of time. It’s the story I’m choosing to make my return with because it’s about life. Not just life, though, but my life. I’m going to share with everyone what I learn and have learned from life from my perspective with everyone that I know, have known, or come across on my journeys. Couldn’t I just write journal entries on my life? Yes, whoever is asking that question, I could, but that’s a little more personal than I would like and my way is more fun. Also, I already write about my life in a journal, so that would be redundant.

Anyway, I would like to tell everyone where I am at in life and it’s sort of a weird place. Albeit, it’s my apartment, but it is also a place of peace. I am going to school, earning my creative writing degree, working at my kick-ass job, the Raging Sage Cafe, as a barista, and paying bills for my cozy and cheap condo with my 2 roommates and I am sincerely happy. I am at a happy and nervous and exciting place in my life and I honestly don’t know what to do but to keep walking and explore. This condo I’m living in is officially my first apartment and I ended up in a very nice place for how cheap the rent is. It became even nicer after finally got a bed after the first month here. And then it became even better after my roommates and I bought a kitchen table and a second couch. I like to refer to my new couch as my napping couch because, well, the obvious. Ever since we got the couch, I made it my mission to nap on it as much as possible. When I come home from class, sleep on the couch. Come home from work, sleep on the couch. Finished homework at four in the morning, I might as well sleep on the couch because I got class at eight.

Speaking of which, it’s 2 a.m. and I’m still awake. Why? Because one of my roommates had a barbecue today, which turned into a party that lasted until 12:30 and my place was a mess. I’m not mad or anything. I had a ton of fun, actually. I finished work late, so I missed the BBQ, but I enjoyed the party. We watched Pokemon on Netflix and played drinking games – with the good beer, thank the gods – and played volleyball and Cards Against Humanity. I had a blast. It was the first college party that I didn’t regret going to. That wasn’t just a waste of time. My roommates goofy friends and the laid back and geeky atmosphere of the party reminded me of hanging out with my friends back on the east coast and our laid back, geeky activities. But without the alcohol. After everyone finally decided to leave, so I could sleep, the apartment was a mess. chips and dip all over the table and counter; Cards and various empty beer and vodka bottles on the floor; leftover lettuce and tomatoes on the kitchen counter and dirty dishes lying around. But guess what? We had one roll of paper towels left; a swiffer and wet jet, but no pads; no broom or dustpan; and we were out of trash bags. So, being the only sober and conscious person, I walked down the street to the grocery store and bought all the cleaning supplies we needed. Needless to say, my apartment is clean once again and I can now go to sleep without any worries. The best part is is that all the food and drinks leftover is mine to devour for the next week. And no, not the booze, I mean the sodas.

Anyway, after all of that, I successfully received the notes of edits on my latest story from my second editor and am ready to publish part one on here. However, before I just come out with my story, I wanted to make a not so brief introduction. This was all just to let the world know that I am still awake.