Pok?mon Master Denny
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Okay, you guys are probably thinking, "Oh, it's a stupid trainer fic that has no meaning. Talk to Breezy. She reviews my story on the Serebii.Net Forums, and this fanfic over there is a FIVE-STAR STORY! Dragonfree reviewed it, as well.
This story is very well written in both cases, yet Dragonfree was a little more in depth, and I can't remember anything! So, this story is about a kid named Trevor...who...well, I'm not telling you a thing! Read for yourself and find out!
Please, since it is common courtesy, please read it and review it! I get nearly 2000 views and yet only 103 posts, and most of them are my own! So, please, as in "ghetto" terms: "Don't be Hating, Go be Rating!"
~ PMD
I now bid you the Prologue of a new story here on Pok?Community. Life of a Trainer begins now...
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Prologue
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There sat a man, very old aged, around his mid fifties to sixties in his dark blue velvet chair. His light gray hair matched the exact color of his bookmark's text, which stated: Samuel: Pok?mon Researcher, beside it, a picture of a Charmander smiling right at the old man. Wearing his dark crimson-red robe, he arose to a yawn, his blue-and-white striped pajama pants shown after his standing. He slipped his feet into what looked like a Snorlax's mouth slipper.
He trudged over to a table and grabbed a pipe and a dusty old book from the bookcase. The room was quite huge, mind you. It had golden statues of rare Pok?mon and some golden Rhydon statues. Books upon books upon books were inside, containing information that all professors in the country rely on. His captured Pidgey from Johto was chirping sweetly, "Dwoo dwoo! Dwoo dwoo!"
He trudged back slowly into his chair and sat down. That man, was Professor Samuel Oak, famous Pok?mon researcher in all of Kanto. He was holding that dusty book and blew all of the dust particles off the cover and book jacket. He turned his head left and looked puzzled. To him, it looked like if he was being watched.
"Oh, hello there! I haven't seen you there! Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Professor Samuel Oak. I am a Pok?mon researcher for the region of Kanto. You caught me at the best time. I was about to read one of many stories of trainers that I made-up, but personalities are exactly similar to those you know and have seen probably. This story is called, 'Life of a Trainer. This is actually Volume One of the entire series, which is a pretty lengthy collection. Well, let us turn to page one, and start reading...," he said, while turning the thick, leather-covered cover of the first volume.
Professor Oak wept a tear from his eye as he read the dedication. He then turned the page to see a sketch that he drew when he was a boy who time-traveled to the future to meet Ash Ketchum, one of his top trainers. It was a marvelous sketch of Pikachu and Celebi laying their backs on one another.
He grinned at that picture, and soon, he turned the page, and there in neat handwriting, it read: Life of a Trainer. Before he could even start reading, Tracey, after sweeping the floors, walked over to Samuel Oak and asked while pointing at the leather-covered book, "Say, Professor, what is that book you're holding?"
Samuel Oak smiled and responded, "Well, Tracey, it's a book I've worked on while I was meeting trainers. You see, I made-up my own Pok?mon trainers, but used the traits and personalities of trainers that exist. So, using that information, I made a pretty darn good story here, Tracey. It's separated into volumes, each one based on different regions, including those never heard of or seen before."
Tracey's eyes widened in awe and amazement. "Wow, Professor, that is so interesting! May I listen to it?" he suggested.
"Sure. I've always wanted an audience around now and then. Sit down beside me and I'll start," Samuel replied.
"Okay, but first, I'm going to grab a mocha latt? at the Caf? La Pall?. Do you want anything, Professor?" Tracey asked, putting on his blue jacket.
"Yes, some macadamia nut cookies and a decaf coffee if it isn't too much trouble, Tracey," Samuel replied.
"Okay," Tracey chuckled. "I'll be back in a flash!" he said. Slam! The door closed, shaking a few books in the bookshelves. Professor Oak waited, skimming through his book. A few chuckles were all it took before Tracey returned with Ash Ketchum, Gary Oak, Samuel Oak's grandson, Misty, Brock, and Ash's mom, Delia. All were excited about what Tracey had told them about placing trainers' personalities into books and novels.
"Ah, what a surprise. The gang's all here!" shouted Professor Oak. He closed his book and placed it on the table nearby. He walked over to Tracey, and Tracey handed him a brown paper bag with a Caf? la Pall? logo on it. A small picture of Professor Oak's lab and the Pall? Caf? insignia were stamped on the bag. He took out two macadamia nut cookies, which were just the right amount of cookies, and grabbed the coffee cup. It was hot, so Professor Oak kept tossing it to each hand all the way up and right to the table saying, "Ooh, ah, hot, hot, ooh, ah!" repeatedly. Everyone laughed a lot. He looked so humorous in the way he was moving his body.
"Okay, are we all ready for our exciting adventures?" Professor Oak asked.
"YEAH!" shouted everyone as they sat down with a clenched fist thrown in midair.
"Oh boy, I hope there's a personality like mine in there!" Ash said excitedly.
"Yeah, stubborn. That's one," Misty said cruelly. She gave Ash a smug look. Togepi chirped, "Toge-toge-prri!" happily. Pikachu was playing with it, as it sat atop Ash's Pok?mon League cap.
Professor Oak turned to the first chapter of the first volume of the story "Life of a Trainer", and began reading, while everyone else waited patiently for the introduction.
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Author's Notes
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Well, what did you think of this? Bad, good, terrible? Well, I accept all reviews! Since I went all the way to Chapter Nine, I will post Chapter One up in a few days, because I want to get some new readers.
Take care guys,
PMD
This story is very well written in both cases, yet Dragonfree was a little more in depth, and I can't remember anything! So, this story is about a kid named Trevor...who...well, I'm not telling you a thing! Read for yourself and find out!
Please, since it is common courtesy, please read it and review it! I get nearly 2000 views and yet only 103 posts, and most of them are my own! So, please, as in "ghetto" terms: "Don't be Hating, Go be Rating!"
~ PMD
I now bid you the Prologue of a new story here on Pok?Community. Life of a Trainer begins now...
=======
Prologue
=======
There sat a man, very old aged, around his mid fifties to sixties in his dark blue velvet chair. His light gray hair matched the exact color of his bookmark's text, which stated: Samuel: Pok?mon Researcher, beside it, a picture of a Charmander smiling right at the old man. Wearing his dark crimson-red robe, he arose to a yawn, his blue-and-white striped pajama pants shown after his standing. He slipped his feet into what looked like a Snorlax's mouth slipper.
He trudged over to a table and grabbed a pipe and a dusty old book from the bookcase. The room was quite huge, mind you. It had golden statues of rare Pok?mon and some golden Rhydon statues. Books upon books upon books were inside, containing information that all professors in the country rely on. His captured Pidgey from Johto was chirping sweetly, "Dwoo dwoo! Dwoo dwoo!"
He trudged back slowly into his chair and sat down. That man, was Professor Samuel Oak, famous Pok?mon researcher in all of Kanto. He was holding that dusty book and blew all of the dust particles off the cover and book jacket. He turned his head left and looked puzzled. To him, it looked like if he was being watched.
"Oh, hello there! I haven't seen you there! Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Professor Samuel Oak. I am a Pok?mon researcher for the region of Kanto. You caught me at the best time. I was about to read one of many stories of trainers that I made-up, but personalities are exactly similar to those you know and have seen probably. This story is called, 'Life of a Trainer. This is actually Volume One of the entire series, which is a pretty lengthy collection. Well, let us turn to page one, and start reading...," he said, while turning the thick, leather-covered cover of the first volume.
This series of volumes are dedicated to my best friend ever,
Delia Ketchum...
Delia Ketchum...
Professor Oak wept a tear from his eye as he read the dedication. He then turned the page to see a sketch that he drew when he was a boy who time-traveled to the future to meet Ash Ketchum, one of his top trainers. It was a marvelous sketch of Pikachu and Celebi laying their backs on one another.
This series of volumes are also dedicated to her son, and great friend of my grandson, Ash Ketchum.
He grinned at that picture, and soon, he turned the page, and there in neat handwriting, it read: Life of a Trainer. Before he could even start reading, Tracey, after sweeping the floors, walked over to Samuel Oak and asked while pointing at the leather-covered book, "Say, Professor, what is that book you're holding?"
Samuel Oak smiled and responded, "Well, Tracey, it's a book I've worked on while I was meeting trainers. You see, I made-up my own Pok?mon trainers, but used the traits and personalities of trainers that exist. So, using that information, I made a pretty darn good story here, Tracey. It's separated into volumes, each one based on different regions, including those never heard of or seen before."
Tracey's eyes widened in awe and amazement. "Wow, Professor, that is so interesting! May I listen to it?" he suggested.
"Sure. I've always wanted an audience around now and then. Sit down beside me and I'll start," Samuel replied.
"Okay, but first, I'm going to grab a mocha latt? at the Caf? La Pall?. Do you want anything, Professor?" Tracey asked, putting on his blue jacket.
"Yes, some macadamia nut cookies and a decaf coffee if it isn't too much trouble, Tracey," Samuel replied.
"Okay," Tracey chuckled. "I'll be back in a flash!" he said. Slam! The door closed, shaking a few books in the bookshelves. Professor Oak waited, skimming through his book. A few chuckles were all it took before Tracey returned with Ash Ketchum, Gary Oak, Samuel Oak's grandson, Misty, Brock, and Ash's mom, Delia. All were excited about what Tracey had told them about placing trainers' personalities into books and novels.
"Ah, what a surprise. The gang's all here!" shouted Professor Oak. He closed his book and placed it on the table nearby. He walked over to Tracey, and Tracey handed him a brown paper bag with a Caf? la Pall? logo on it. A small picture of Professor Oak's lab and the Pall? Caf? insignia were stamped on the bag. He took out two macadamia nut cookies, which were just the right amount of cookies, and grabbed the coffee cup. It was hot, so Professor Oak kept tossing it to each hand all the way up and right to the table saying, "Ooh, ah, hot, hot, ooh, ah!" repeatedly. Everyone laughed a lot. He looked so humorous in the way he was moving his body.
"Okay, are we all ready for our exciting adventures?" Professor Oak asked.
"YEAH!" shouted everyone as they sat down with a clenched fist thrown in midair.
"Oh boy, I hope there's a personality like mine in there!" Ash said excitedly.
"Yeah, stubborn. That's one," Misty said cruelly. She gave Ash a smug look. Togepi chirped, "Toge-toge-prri!" happily. Pikachu was playing with it, as it sat atop Ash's Pok?mon League cap.
Professor Oak turned to the first chapter of the first volume of the story "Life of a Trainer", and began reading, while everyone else waited patiently for the introduction.
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Author's Notes
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Well, what did you think of this? Bad, good, terrible? Well, I accept all reviews! Since I went all the way to Chapter Nine, I will post Chapter One up in a few days, because I want to get some new readers.
Take care guys,
PMD