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« Thread Started on Aug 27, 2006, 5:48pm » | |
First chapter, I guess.
The Magical Marshmallow
Everything was happy and swell in the Forest of Happilyhood...The Tailow were cawing, the elderly Pokemon were wheezing, schoolchildren were dozing...All would seem fine and comfortable to the average, seasoned passerby...
But it is excitement and adventure that young Pokemon crave most, and not peace and tranquility. So thus, on this fine day, our protagonist was left with nothing to do. He, a Spoink whose name has long ago been lost to the annals of history, was overcome with restlessness, boredom and a slew of other unconstructive emotions.
There was, after all, no one with whom to talk to or do anything with! The ones older than him were too caught up in their not being well and other arbitrary affairs, whilst the ones younger could hardly focus on looking at him and breathing at the same time for any period of time legnthier than a few minutes. The Pokemon throughout that vast void were few and far between, and our protagonist, whom we shall hereon refer to as Freiderich, generally regarded them as snobby and conceited.
So due to his undesirable predicament, he had developed the habit of conversing with himself. Because when there are no real persons with whom to socialize with, what better cheap imitation is there but one's own imagination? What could be better than spending hours on end exploring one's sane limitaitons?
But of course, there is a point where the possible liveliness with which one can talk with himself just...well, stops. There is only so long that one can talk to himself about premium steel-cut oats before pondering the possibility that amputating your arm with that sthingy over there would be a better option...
I wonder what I could do today...wondered Freiderich.
I could amputate my leg with that tree branch...said a voice, slightly higher than the previous one.
Hey that's a thought...wait, what the? GET OUT OF HEAD YOU INFIDEL! screamed Freiderich, knocking over his glass of beetroot juice in a fit of fear and trauma, the crimson liquid ambrosia staining the forest floor in a wonderful supernova of the brightest hue of red that Freiderich could imagine in that one point in time.
Here lies a rift in the continuity of our wonderful fable. We may only speculate of some of the events that served as the motivation for our tale. We may only guess the event that prompted our hero to his legendary acts of high adventure, the events having been eroded by time, fantasy and poor speechcraft, but it must have gone something like this...
Hey, beetroot juice...beetroots are red. And red starts with "R". "Rotten eggs" starts with "R"...Rotten eggs smell like gasoline, and gasoline burns as long as equal amounts of...marshmallows? MARSHMALLOWS!!!
The force of the revelation sent him physically reeling. An adrenaline rush, composed of half determination and half sugar, surged and saturated to the edge his whole person. He now had a purpose! An intention! A destiny that would manifest itself in front of him! He would find the Magical Marshmallow!
And so, with the courage and determination that one would find on a poorly directed soap opera, his face branded with the distinct hue of a champion, his expression one that would put the journeymen of looking stupid to shame, his brisk stride stirred on by the highest tier of cheesy Pokemon Colloseum music that could be afforded by the narrator, embarked the Spoink on an epic journey, one of gigantic proportions, one that would lead him to-
...about ten feet away. It turns out that he Magical Marshmallow is one of those fantastical legends that are in fact real, whose catchy name sticks but whose creators did not even have the decency to make up anything about. How thoughtless of them...
Scratching his head, Freiderich sat down on the stump of an undoubtedly once-mighty oak, and, in fantastic Winnie-the-Pooh style, began to think...
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« Reply #1 on Aug 30, 2006, 2:25pm » | |
I love the voice this is written in. And the fact that it's a Pokemon fic. Even if I hate Spoinks.
Your word choice is refreshing, full of variety and it all flows together well. The way you write is a bit quirky; makes me want to keep reading... And the last four paragraphs are hilarious. Especially the bit about the Colloseum music. XD
The amputation with a tree branch bit is little wacky, but I think it works.
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