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This is my very first story, one that I started at age 10. I'll try to post it chapter by chapter, but I need to reach the word minimum. I'm fairly sure that this is one of the most abstract stories ever, and it's not related to pokemon.
Honestly, I expect this to be terrible. It is always good to be prepared, though. In the event that this story is good, please do the following.
If you want me to post chapter 2: Vote: Chapter 2
If you want me to post chapter 3: Vote: Chapter 3
If you want me to post chapter 4: Vote: Chapter 4
Chapter One
Jorge had Dark Lord Steven pinned to the cliff’s edge. Jorge lunged, and Steven parried. Jorge took a quick step back and took one last lunge to send the Dark Lord over the cliff and... my mom turned the TV off. “Jake, we’ve been at the pet store for over half an hour and all you’ve seen moving are your favorite TV characters,” my mom said.
I began to object. “But it’s Thursday and it’s the new episode!” I complained.
“Let’s go look at the hamsters,” she said, brushing off my comment.
“They’re probably boring,” I muttered.
When we reached the hamster section of the store (which took virtually two seconds because the whole store is the hamster section), I found that a few of them weren’t doing much. When a store worker passed by, my 5-year old sister asked, “Why the hamsters lazeee?”
The store worker turned around and said, “Those three are named Effort, Initiative, and Motivation. Here at Hamsterdam, we name all of our Hamsters after Life skills.”
All of the hamsters seemed to be acting strange. Then I saw it. Two hamsters, in side-by-side hamster wheels. Running at the same pace. It was as if... they were trying to hypnotize me. Then I fainted.
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When I came back to my senses, I seemed to be in a cage of some sort. A saw a very curious face peering over me. It took me a moment to realize it was my sister. And beside her was…me! It appeared that when I fainted, I had switched consciences with the Hamster called Curiosity, because my old self was curious in what he had been in for, maybe 2 years. What happened next was strange. I—I mean my old self—pulled his pants down and pooped. Right there, in the middle of Hamsterdam. It made me so sick I threw up. As it turns out, the body I was now accompanying had eaten (and only partly digested) celery for breakfast. Annoyed that I had ruined my light brown fur with vomit, I decided to go take a bath in the nearest source of water, the water bowl. When I felt I was presentable for my fellow hamsters, I leapt out of the water dish I had bathed in and shook myself until I was dry. Scanning the section of the huge cage I was currently in, I found the two hamsters who earlier tried to hypnotize me still running on their wheels, but at a slower pace. I trotted over, hoping to fall down unconscious, and wake up as myself with senses that told me "I smell… vomit?"
Instead of “I think I smell, see, and hear the next meal already! Yum!” Unfortunately for me, it didn’t happen. I kept trotting and... I was right in front of them. The one on the left noticed me first. He said “Hey. New guy. What’s your name?”
I shot back at him, “What’s yours?”
“Sense of Humor.” He replied.
The one on the right now cut in. “You’re in curiosity’s body, right?”
“Yes. My name is Jake, though. Wait... What? I don't seem like a normal hamster?”
Avoiding the question, he said “First, let me give you a tip. Here at Hamsterdam, for some unknown reason, none of us shows our life skills, except at select moments where adrenaline turns them on. Otherwise, we do the opposite. My name’s Friendship, by the way.”
Well, that explains it. Friendship is a bully, and wanted to be mean. Sense of Humor thought hypnotizing me would be a funny joke, and of course, it wasn’t. “HEY, Space Cadet!” Friendship shouted.
Oops! I was thinking too long. “Time for lunch.”
Lunch was quite rowdy. Some, like Common Sense, played with their food. I watched him, knowing he was bound to do something stupid. As it turns out, he did. He went over to the water bowl and threw his celery into it. Then he tried to jump on it and surf. Unfortunately for him, celery is too light for even a small, light hamster like Common Sense. Then he tried to stand on it, but he was sinking quickly and he said, “Help! S.M.C!”
At the time, I had no clue that that was an Acronym for Save My Celery, so I said back, “You’re Slipping on Your Celery?”
He said something like “No. Save My Celery. But I am slipping on my glubburrugb…”
The last part was muffled by Common Sense going under water. He didn’t know that there were still chunks of vomit in the water. It was another four seconds before Common Sense realized he could let go of his celery and he could stand on the bottom and his celery would float to the top. I decided to leave him to his eating because I wanted to explore. My brain still thought I had eaten lunch, and I still felt like I was very full. After all, a Hamster stomach is a lot smaller than a human’s is. I moved on to the village-looking section of hay houses, where one was made of wood. I scratched at the door of the wooden one, and an older-looking hamster with a hat made of celery fibers greeted me. Not knowing what to say, I replied by saying, “How long did it take you to make that hat?”
Surprisingly, he replied by saying, “That’s the spirit! You must be the one we switched with our old Curiosity. He was going mentally ill and he had to go. You still seem to have curiosity!”
That explains him pooping in public, I thought. “So? Does that mean anything?” I asked. “Absolutely! I have a plan to break out of here! The old Curiosity was our only weak link. We break out in a week. Why don’t you go round up the other hamsters? Tell them Elder Flexibility needs to see them in the town rectangle left away!”
Before leaving, I told him “A few things, sir. It’s actually right away. In addition, it’s the town square. Rectangles are squares, sir.”
“Bah, humbug! I’ve never been any good at fractions anyway!”
With that, I left the old hamster in need of a geometry class to round up the other hamsters for him.
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When I returned to the town square, Flexibility was ready for us. He began his speech when we were settled. “We break out in a week. I have it all planned out for our escape. The rest we leave to Curiosity. He should know his way around.”
So I would be the leader! Suddenly I wished I had looked up from my DS more on the way here. I guess I’d have to look for places I knew, like GameStop. “In the meantime, get to know more about each other. Be here at 1:30 in a week. Agreed?”
A roar of hurrahs came from the 18 attending hamsters (including Flexibility) that to our cage keepers probably sounded like “Aaah! Snake! Run for your celery!”
Over the next few days I gathered information about my fellow hamsters. Here’s what I got about each of them. Remember that they will show life skills when adrenaline kicks in, a process called skilling.
Sense of Humor has no sense of it. Thinks hurtful pranks are funny, but can be quite creative.
Perseverance is a skilled worker, for about five minutes. Only make him work in dire times.
Effort puts forth none unless activated. When skilling, will work until exhaustion.
Problem Solving usually leaps into action without thinking first. When skilling, will think of very complex Rube Goldberg-like plans.
Common Sense leaps into action much like Problem Solving. When skilling, will give you advice that could save your life.
Integrity is not trustworthy to keep quiet when captured. Skilling will make him tell the truth even if he doesn’t know it. If he is asked where the secret base is, he will say without even knowing.
Confidence is even afraid of ripples in the water bowl. When skilling, will do things no one else even dared to think of.
Caring is mean and ungrateful, and kind of annoying. When skilling, is a great doctor.
Cooperation keeps to himself and isn’t helpful. When skilling, will do anything asked of him.
Flexibility is not a good fighter and cannot move quickly. When skilling is an insane gymnast and can change plans for the better easily. He’s the hamster leader.
Patience is always the first one to do something, even if it’s very dangerous. When skilling he will wait for the perfect moment to try it.
Initiative is unpredictable if he will get into action or not unless skilling.
Motivation is slow to get going unless skilling, but a good fighter when ready.
Organization keeps everything in a mess, and is hard to steal anything of value from. When skilling, knows exactly how and when to attack.
Friendship is a bully and a good fighter. Good at convincing others when skilling.
Teamwork does everything solo but is a good leader when skilling.
That’s all the hamsters in the group. Now at least I have something to work with. The meeting’s tomorrow. I’m going to bed.
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“In precisely one hour, we will all go and shove the water bowl. Motivation, get your legs warmed up now. Sense of Humor and Friendship, each of you shove Effort and Initiative over there now. I’ll tell you more when we’re there. Disperse!”
Before leaving, I walked over to Flexibility and asked “What if something goes wrong?”I questioned.
I wasn’t expecting his reply of “Then I hope it’s a life-or-death situation and all of us can start skilling!”
I was actually expecting a backup plan. I wandered around for the next hour observing everyone preparing for the trip. Mostly all anyone did was gather food and go to the bathroom. After watching 15 hamsters gather food and 5 of them do their business, I walked over to the water bowl.
Many of the hamsters were there. The missing hamsters all arrived at the same time. Flexibility was one, and the group quieted and faced him when he turned to them. “Now, everyone gather around me, and listen for further instructions.”
Along with the group, we trudged over to Flexibility. “On three, we push! One, eight, four, nine, celery, three!”
Everyone shoved the bowl to the side, sloshing water everywhere. Underneath was a giant hole! “Now, everybody! Collect bedding and throw it down for a cushioned landing!”
Immediately, hamsters and bedding were scattered, but only the hay bedding fell down the hole. After a few minutes of this, Flexibility had us fix up the bare spots on the cage floor. When the cage looked normal, no one could contain themselves. Everyone was itching to go, and some hamsters, like me, were actually itching their flea bites. Some hamsters wanted to give a yell of thanks for all of the celery, but that would get them noticed so Flexibility vetoed it. One by one, the hamsters lined up by name, except for a few like Patience who just had to go first. Confidence went last.
This is my very first story, one that I started at age 10. I'll try to post it chapter by chapter, but I need to reach the word minimum. I'm fairly sure that this is one of the most abstract stories ever, and it's not related to pokemon.
Honestly, I expect this to be terrible. It is always good to be prepared, though. In the event that this story is good, please do the following.
If you want me to post chapter 2: Vote: Chapter 2
If you want me to post chapter 3: Vote: Chapter 3
If you want me to post chapter 4: Vote: Chapter 4
Chapter One
Jorge had Dark Lord Steven pinned to the cliff’s edge. Jorge lunged, and Steven parried. Jorge took a quick step back and took one last lunge to send the Dark Lord over the cliff and... my mom turned the TV off. “Jake, we’ve been at the pet store for over half an hour and all you’ve seen moving are your favorite TV characters,” my mom said.
I began to object. “But it’s Thursday and it’s the new episode!” I complained.
“Let’s go look at the hamsters,” she said, brushing off my comment.
“They’re probably boring,” I muttered.
When we reached the hamster section of the store (which took virtually two seconds because the whole store is the hamster section), I found that a few of them weren’t doing much. When a store worker passed by, my 5-year old sister asked, “Why the hamsters lazeee?”
The store worker turned around and said, “Those three are named Effort, Initiative, and Motivation. Here at Hamsterdam, we name all of our Hamsters after Life skills.”
All of the hamsters seemed to be acting strange. Then I saw it. Two hamsters, in side-by-side hamster wheels. Running at the same pace. It was as if... they were trying to hypnotize me. Then I fainted.
◊◊◊◊◊◊
When I came back to my senses, I seemed to be in a cage of some sort. A saw a very curious face peering over me. It took me a moment to realize it was my sister. And beside her was…me! It appeared that when I fainted, I had switched consciences with the Hamster called Curiosity, because my old self was curious in what he had been in for, maybe 2 years. What happened next was strange. I—I mean my old self—pulled his pants down and pooped. Right there, in the middle of Hamsterdam. It made me so sick I threw up. As it turns out, the body I was now accompanying had eaten (and only partly digested) celery for breakfast. Annoyed that I had ruined my light brown fur with vomit, I decided to go take a bath in the nearest source of water, the water bowl. When I felt I was presentable for my fellow hamsters, I leapt out of the water dish I had bathed in and shook myself until I was dry. Scanning the section of the huge cage I was currently in, I found the two hamsters who earlier tried to hypnotize me still running on their wheels, but at a slower pace. I trotted over, hoping to fall down unconscious, and wake up as myself with senses that told me "I smell… vomit?"
Instead of “I think I smell, see, and hear the next meal already! Yum!” Unfortunately for me, it didn’t happen. I kept trotting and... I was right in front of them. The one on the left noticed me first. He said “Hey. New guy. What’s your name?”
I shot back at him, “What’s yours?”
“Sense of Humor.” He replied.
The one on the right now cut in. “You’re in curiosity’s body, right?”
“Yes. My name is Jake, though. Wait... What? I don't seem like a normal hamster?”
Avoiding the question, he said “First, let me give you a tip. Here at Hamsterdam, for some unknown reason, none of us shows our life skills, except at select moments where adrenaline turns them on. Otherwise, we do the opposite. My name’s Friendship, by the way.”
Well, that explains it. Friendship is a bully, and wanted to be mean. Sense of Humor thought hypnotizing me would be a funny joke, and of course, it wasn’t. “HEY, Space Cadet!” Friendship shouted.
Oops! I was thinking too long. “Time for lunch.”
Lunch was quite rowdy. Some, like Common Sense, played with their food. I watched him, knowing he was bound to do something stupid. As it turns out, he did. He went over to the water bowl and threw his celery into it. Then he tried to jump on it and surf. Unfortunately for him, celery is too light for even a small, light hamster like Common Sense. Then he tried to stand on it, but he was sinking quickly and he said, “Help! S.M.C!”
At the time, I had no clue that that was an Acronym for Save My Celery, so I said back, “You’re Slipping on Your Celery?”
He said something like “No. Save My Celery. But I am slipping on my glubburrugb…”
The last part was muffled by Common Sense going under water. He didn’t know that there were still chunks of vomit in the water. It was another four seconds before Common Sense realized he could let go of his celery and he could stand on the bottom and his celery would float to the top. I decided to leave him to his eating because I wanted to explore. My brain still thought I had eaten lunch, and I still felt like I was very full. After all, a Hamster stomach is a lot smaller than a human’s is. I moved on to the village-looking section of hay houses, where one was made of wood. I scratched at the door of the wooden one, and an older-looking hamster with a hat made of celery fibers greeted me. Not knowing what to say, I replied by saying, “How long did it take you to make that hat?”
Surprisingly, he replied by saying, “That’s the spirit! You must be the one we switched with our old Curiosity. He was going mentally ill and he had to go. You still seem to have curiosity!”
That explains him pooping in public, I thought. “So? Does that mean anything?” I asked. “Absolutely! I have a plan to break out of here! The old Curiosity was our only weak link. We break out in a week. Why don’t you go round up the other hamsters? Tell them Elder Flexibility needs to see them in the town rectangle left away!”
Before leaving, I told him “A few things, sir. It’s actually right away. In addition, it’s the town square. Rectangles are squares, sir.”
“Bah, humbug! I’ve never been any good at fractions anyway!”
With that, I left the old hamster in need of a geometry class to round up the other hamsters for him.
◊◊◊◊◊◊
When I returned to the town square, Flexibility was ready for us. He began his speech when we were settled. “We break out in a week. I have it all planned out for our escape. The rest we leave to Curiosity. He should know his way around.”
So I would be the leader! Suddenly I wished I had looked up from my DS more on the way here. I guess I’d have to look for places I knew, like GameStop. “In the meantime, get to know more about each other. Be here at 1:30 in a week. Agreed?”
A roar of hurrahs came from the 18 attending hamsters (including Flexibility) that to our cage keepers probably sounded like “Aaah! Snake! Run for your celery!”
Over the next few days I gathered information about my fellow hamsters. Here’s what I got about each of them. Remember that they will show life skills when adrenaline kicks in, a process called skilling.
Sense of Humor has no sense of it. Thinks hurtful pranks are funny, but can be quite creative.
Perseverance is a skilled worker, for about five minutes. Only make him work in dire times.
Effort puts forth none unless activated. When skilling, will work until exhaustion.
Problem Solving usually leaps into action without thinking first. When skilling, will think of very complex Rube Goldberg-like plans.
Common Sense leaps into action much like Problem Solving. When skilling, will give you advice that could save your life.
Integrity is not trustworthy to keep quiet when captured. Skilling will make him tell the truth even if he doesn’t know it. If he is asked where the secret base is, he will say without even knowing.
Confidence is even afraid of ripples in the water bowl. When skilling, will do things no one else even dared to think of.
Caring is mean and ungrateful, and kind of annoying. When skilling, is a great doctor.
Cooperation keeps to himself and isn’t helpful. When skilling, will do anything asked of him.
Flexibility is not a good fighter and cannot move quickly. When skilling is an insane gymnast and can change plans for the better easily. He’s the hamster leader.
Patience is always the first one to do something, even if it’s very dangerous. When skilling he will wait for the perfect moment to try it.
Initiative is unpredictable if he will get into action or not unless skilling.
Motivation is slow to get going unless skilling, but a good fighter when ready.
Organization keeps everything in a mess, and is hard to steal anything of value from. When skilling, knows exactly how and when to attack.
Friendship is a bully and a good fighter. Good at convincing others when skilling.
Teamwork does everything solo but is a good leader when skilling.
That’s all the hamsters in the group. Now at least I have something to work with. The meeting’s tomorrow. I’m going to bed.
◊◊◊◊◊◊
“In precisely one hour, we will all go and shove the water bowl. Motivation, get your legs warmed up now. Sense of Humor and Friendship, each of you shove Effort and Initiative over there now. I’ll tell you more when we’re there. Disperse!”
Before leaving, I walked over to Flexibility and asked “What if something goes wrong?”I questioned.
I wasn’t expecting his reply of “Then I hope it’s a life-or-death situation and all of us can start skilling!”
I was actually expecting a backup plan. I wandered around for the next hour observing everyone preparing for the trip. Mostly all anyone did was gather food and go to the bathroom. After watching 15 hamsters gather food and 5 of them do their business, I walked over to the water bowl.
Many of the hamsters were there. The missing hamsters all arrived at the same time. Flexibility was one, and the group quieted and faced him when he turned to them. “Now, everyone gather around me, and listen for further instructions.”
Along with the group, we trudged over to Flexibility. “On three, we push! One, eight, four, nine, celery, three!”
Everyone shoved the bowl to the side, sloshing water everywhere. Underneath was a giant hole! “Now, everybody! Collect bedding and throw it down for a cushioned landing!”
Immediately, hamsters and bedding were scattered, but only the hay bedding fell down the hole. After a few minutes of this, Flexibility had us fix up the bare spots on the cage floor. When the cage looked normal, no one could contain themselves. Everyone was itching to go, and some hamsters, like me, were actually itching their flea bites. Some hamsters wanted to give a yell of thanks for all of the celery, but that would get them noticed so Flexibility vetoed it. One by one, the hamsters lined up by name, except for a few like Patience who just had to go first. Confidence went last.
