Writing Life of a Pokemon Freak-Here we go. The last chapter.

RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-Now with Chap 9

The name has just gone out of my head, because it certainly isn't nemonoics. Dang, that was awful spelling. Interesting development.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-Now with Chap 9

Wow, this actually inspired me to write my own 'memoirs' or whatever, but after mentally writing the first two chapters, I discovered it was boring. Like, really boring. But I might right something short about a Pokebeach School...
Really good writing aggs, and I'm glad you haven't made me sound evil (yet).
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-Now with Chap 9

No nabby, not yet~

Anyways, I have been away from laptop access for a while, so I will try to write a story as soon as I can. I have gained recent activities that might prevent this from happening immediately, but my pride will keep me to writing this.

Please have patience.

PS
Thanks Chiraami. I knew it was something like that...
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-Now with Chap 9

It's finally here...

CHAPTER 10!!!!

Guilt​
gilt
noun
a feeling of remorse for some offense, crime, violation, wrong, etc. Whether real or imagined.​

So, now that I am un-grounded, this chapter can be written. I have only one story that might actually interest you, seeing as how beyond school, all I was allowed to do was do my homework and go to bed. I didn’t do anything terribly bad, but I should have known better. It’s nothing worth talking about. I got grounded, so there you go.

On that cheery note, let the story begin.

Before I was grounded, there were two days before Thanksgiving Break that I basically just goofed on. I barely got any work from my teachers, and they let us goof off. The only reason we have the random extra days is so that we don’t have to add extra days due to the snow and ice storms that have been going around for the past couple of years.

So, I took this as an advantage to increase my photography skills. I took a few secret pictures of Annie, and when I told her, she freaked out and tackled me to get my phone out of my pocket. So, I reacted on animal instinct: Hissing.

So, I hissed, but apparently there was a bunch of saliva in my mouth because I actually ended up spitting in her face.

:C

Not good.

I immediately pushed her off of me carefully and apologized, but, I knew it was too late, Annie was mad. She’s going to get REALLY mad at me when she reads this, but I think I saw some tears in her eyes. I don’t blame her; I would cry too if a bunch of spit got in my eye. I decided to leave her alone and let her blow it off. I would be okay with her being mad at me, it’s her uber-awesome dissing skills I was worried about. I still felt mad though. I felt like my actions were reasonable, because COME ON. SHE TACKLED ME TO GET MY PHONE OUT OF MY POCKET! At least, that was the reasoning at the time. So, since I am a natural Smart-Ash, I said to her “Look, I’m sorry, but tackling people for their phones is bad!” Yep. I was being a pretty big Ash there. I left her alone for a pretty long time (at least to me). I don’t think I spoke to her beyond smart-ash comments for twenty-four hours.

I wanted Annie to apologize first. In all of our serious arguments (which I now realize is about a grand total of two…) I apologized first. In all of our goofy arguments (which is a grand total of a…sideways eight) I generally apologized first. So, why could she not do the same?

Unfortunately, I was the husband of this situation. My metaphorical wife was going to ignore me until I said something. So, the next day, I drew a chibi-version of myself crying (to appear humorous) saying “I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

Then, I stuffed it in her locker and waited for her to say something about it in class. So, next class, Annie is actually talking to me. That either meant that either I have hit the eye of a hurricane, or that she had read and accepted my apology.

“Did you read it?”
She laughed. “Yah, I did. Apology accepted.”
That’s probably not word-for-word, by the way.

Anyways, I was about .0001% concerned that she didn’t apologize back. Once again, Annie is my metaphorical wife, she will never apologize. Eh, okay. I can live with that.

Beyond that, I stayed home, worked on art skills (without a computer D: ), ate, and slept.

Exciting, isn’t it?

Also, I think the only reason that this story is so successful is because I am
1. Completely insane.
2. Very good at exaggerating things.

So, I hoped you enjoyed this delightful chapter,
Hobey ho,
aggs.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

Brilliant chapter, keep up the good work...

Also, I bet I'm more insane then you'll ever be...
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

I can't help but wonder if the "Hobey-ho" thing is a Pendragon reference.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

Holy Shellgon Aggs I really like this lol. can't wait for the next one. We should have like a Diary thread were we post things like this. It's very relatable.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

Kaiserchu-...
Possibly.
...

SA-Yes, why yes it is.

I_M-I wouldn't consider a diary, seeing as how I enter a bunch of nerd references just see if you can find them...(Like the Pendragon reference of Hobey-ho)
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

I can absolutely relate. I hate most of my core classes, and I am (along with three others) the sole percussionist in my band class. If only your idea of a Pokebeach school was real. LOL.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

Wow... um, ok, good job on the chapter, although I think you used the word 'goof' 'goofed' 'goofy', etc a bit too many times. Once again, I find this interesting but I have no idea why. Maybe I'm just really bored.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

I'm finding this interesting, as you know. That's strange as I usually don't find interest in other's lives, and am too rapped up in my own to notice other people.

But this is good enough.

OFF-TOPIC: And that, my friend, is 1000 posts. I am no longer a n00b.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

Okay guys, I took a break over x-mas break. I will be writing chaps again soon.
 
RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-IT'S FINALLY HERE! CHAPTER 10!!!

So, here we go.

End
To "end" something is to exterminate it's existense.​
You know, this actually had a pretty good run.

My story had twelve whole chapters! And, I think that would summed up to around a sixty-page chapter book. For a goofy eighth grader, that looks pretty good. This chapter should probably be about something important. I’m not sure what, but something important.

How about the way I think? No, that would create a thick book. Not really “chapter” material.

I know! I’ll talk about Henry.

So, Henry was born with a bad heart. I didn’t really know what was going on as I waited in the emergency room. Mom said it was going to be alright, but was it? Not really. For three months, all Henry did was sit in an incubator and just…survive. Sad? No, not really. Just a joggle in my life. I was only six, and bad and good didn’t exactly click right away. I was actually fine with my brother being in there. I liked the hospital. I enjoyed the smells, the food, the nurses. I still do.

I remember walking by myself to the playroom to try out the new Playstation 2. My brother and I would argue over who would be “Player 1”. That’s all I really remember.

Henry hanged around the hospital until he turned five and got a heart transplant. Things suddenly turned for the better. Now, Henry barely ever goes to the hospital. Only for monthly appointments.

Well, now that you know about Henry, I’m not sure what to say next. I don’t want you guys to feel sorry for me, no. Maybe I should explain why I’m ending the story.

I’m tired of writing about my life. To you guys, it may seem exciting. But to me, it seems dull and uninteresting. I never thought the story would get this far. I never thought anyone would respond to it. I thought this would be a “one chapter swing-around” and then I would be done.

That didn’t happen. You guys loved it. You guys loved how I had my funny brother Henry, my friends, and my wonderful sense of humor. I don’t know why, but you did.

So, it actually made me pretty sad. Is my life really that great compared to others? Do you guys really not enjoy your friends as much as I enjoy mine? Do you not over-exaggerate things to laugh every once in a while?

No, I’m not blaming you guys, I’m just worried. When I look at other kids, I realize that I really do tend to get along better than they do. With other kids my age, they fight about stupid things constantly. And sure, I have my arguments, but I’m not serious about them. Most of the time I’m just joking around. Annie, Madeline, Ian, and Eric do the same. So, why in the world would you be so serious about losing a pair of shoes? Lipstick? Bag of chips? Why would you need those things so bad?

Maybe people don’t look at the big picture as often as others.

You see, I know that every decision I make somehow matters. Eventually it will all sum up to something big. But that doesn’t mean that a few bad decisions on the way will screw up the universe. Most likely none of my decisions will affect the universe. Stars will still shine, planets will orbit, black holes will still suck, and gas will still float around a lot.

Nothing of mine is going to affect that. So, why do I care so much? Why do I need that bag of chips? Why do I need to have that lunch? See that friend? Draw? Live?

Yes, I realize many people would be sad if I died. But, if I did, it wouldn’t matter to the universe.

No, I am not planning on commiting suicide anytime soon. I just know that I don’t really…matter. I know that most people don’t. But I do know that somehow we all affect a small part of the universe, and that part cares. The universe is a big place. To be the center of it would be ridiculous.

So, now that you have endured my nagging on vanity, what should we do next? We’ve covered Henry, why this is the end, vanity, and the universe. That leaves…Oh, right. The conclusion.
So, I may start this up again during the summer, but what would I write about then? My days of being home with siblings?

I don’t think so. I am going to use this opportunity to work on my real aspiration: fiction.

I didn’t get much support with fiction, so I’m not going to bother anymore. I will do it the normal way. Work with it on my own, then send it off to an editor. That seems to work for everyone else.

This is the end,
Aggs.
 
I'm not sure if you ran this across a mod or something, but this is too short. Hasn't really been up to par with the 1,000 word minimum, with quite a few of your chapters at that. I'm surprised this hasn't been noticed before, as I'm counting off just 500/600 words for some chapters :/ Also, twelve chapters isn't the equivalent of a sixty page book when each chapter is a page long. There's quite a few grammatical errors as well- for instance, "hanged" should be "hung". No offense, but I can't necessarily get captivated by this story/journal/thing. This may be the end, but it looks like you still have some work to do.

Edit: To my understanding- this is eleven chapters, not twelve.
 
Meh. It's doesn't really matter. And I think I mentioned chapter-book size pages. Anything to say about the actual story?

*EDIT*
I don't go by the 1000 word limit. I go by the two-page limit.
 
See, if you re-read my comment, you'll find that I actually mentioned something about the story. Of course, I could expand upon it if you'd really like.
 
It wasn't ment to be offensive or anything, seriously man.

Anyways, saying it didn't really "captivate" you is...well an okay comment.

Thanks for the comment.
XD
 
Well, I meant that in the sense that you didn't really take advantage of figurative language, being descriptive, "show, don't tell", etc. If you used those to their full potential then you'd have an installment that is much more of an interesting read for your audience.
 
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