Arumus
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I've been meaning to do some sort of writing since I left school a couple of years a go. I'm not much of a reader, but I do have an interest in this forums creative section (role play, writing, pixel projects, etc). So I thought I'd just have a go at writing something that would interest me and hopefully someone else.
This story isn't based on a Pokémon journey, but a journey through a Pokémon world. It's focused on a character named Sam through his journal. I'm using 'titles' as chapters and I aim to post regularly. It isn't a short story, but a continuous journey for this character. As soon as I stop enjoying writing it, I'll find a way to finish the journey. But that wont be any time soon, as I am already very interested in writing further. I was thinking about where I should write in the ways of describing everything, such as character descriptions (Clothing, mannerisms, etc). But, I thought I'd bleed all of that into the story rather than getting all of it done in the first paragraph. For example, the character Sam. I didn't bother describing his appearance right away, as it doesn't keep me interested. I'd rather make it feel like a journal, like this character is speaking to you.
A little about myself.
I'm writing this journal for anyone in the next five, to thirty years who somehow comes across it. I don't where I will be in the next few years. All I hope for is that this journal shows someone in the future that there are things in this world that you can learn from, hopefully I will show that to whoever is reading this.
My name is Sam Foster, I am a sixteen year old male. I grew up in a small village outside somewhere between Johto and Kanto, just a place no one has ever heard of. It's quite remote that unless you have purchased a navigational system in the last five years, you'd have to be quite lucky to come across it.
It was a village where everyone knew everyone, the law enforcement was run by just the one man who was married to the one baker, who's one daughter was married to the one pub owner who's one brother was engaged to the one shop keeper, my sister. But you get the point by now, everyone knew everyone.
Myself on the other hand. I somehow found myself so distanced from this group of people that I couldn't connect to their everyday life. The same routine, the common phrases and use of language. It was all so stale, perhaps like an old sit-com a few generations back where everyone was happy in this same lifestyle that had no spontanious decisions. I was different. Maybe everyone felt threatened by my values, clothing style, interests, dislikes, hobbies, everything about me. I say maybe, I think this was for definate. I shouldn't judge these people, or dislike them for what they are, do and how they live. But, it wasn't me, I was the big fish in the small pond. There's a bigger world out there and I need to find my place in it.
World, prepare for my arrival.
I decided to leave my birth place, it didn't feel like home. I spoke to my mother and father, who were quite understanding which surprised me. Out of what I disliked in the village, they were the main stereotypes of it. My father was the village representative, if that's a title you can use for such a small place no one has ever heard of. My mother was the village bicycle, before she settled down with my father. But I still hear rumours that she continues, which goes to show that this village isn't so perfect as it seems. My father insisted that I would wait a few days before I go so he could capture a Pokémon for me to start with on my journey, but I didn't see this as a Pokémon journey, but an escape. So I declined.
The following morning, I left home. Only with the essentials for travelling, and my life savings which wasn't much, but enough for perhaps a year if I spent it wisely. For the first time in my short life, I felt a sense of freedom, adventure and the chance to make my own decisions for better or for worse. It felt good, yet absolutely terrifying. One thing you can learn from this for whoever is reading. Take chances, be spontanious and live for the moment. I had a lot of doubt about my decision to leave, but I wasn't happy and if your not happy, you change something to fix it, right? This was my change, and wow it was a change.
I traveled a number of miles through open fields and village roads before I was left with a decision. I was hoping by now there would be a sign to make the decision for me. But sadly, there was two. Ahead of me there stood two signs on this village road, with three directions. Go straight ahead to North, which led to no where in particular. East, which led to Johto and West which led to Kanto.
I didn't know to much of Johto, but Kanto didn't really appeal to me. Which is why I hoped for a decision to be made for me somehow, like you see in them television shows. Where some sort of sign just comes from no where to help the main character, but everyone knew where the character would go anyway. Sadly, I had to make a decision. So I relied on my compass to make the decision, like flipping a coin. If it lands on it's front, I'd go to the Kanto region and on it's back I'd go to the Johto region.
This story isn't based on a Pokémon journey, but a journey through a Pokémon world. It's focused on a character named Sam through his journal. I'm using 'titles' as chapters and I aim to post regularly. It isn't a short story, but a continuous journey for this character. As soon as I stop enjoying writing it, I'll find a way to finish the journey. But that wont be any time soon, as I am already very interested in writing further. I was thinking about where I should write in the ways of describing everything, such as character descriptions (Clothing, mannerisms, etc). But, I thought I'd bleed all of that into the story rather than getting all of it done in the first paragraph. For example, the character Sam. I didn't bother describing his appearance right away, as it doesn't keep me interested. I'd rather make it feel like a journal, like this character is speaking to you.
Sam's Journal
A little about myself.
I'm writing this journal for anyone in the next five, to thirty years who somehow comes across it. I don't where I will be in the next few years. All I hope for is that this journal shows someone in the future that there are things in this world that you can learn from, hopefully I will show that to whoever is reading this.
My name is Sam Foster, I am a sixteen year old male. I grew up in a small village outside somewhere between Johto and Kanto, just a place no one has ever heard of. It's quite remote that unless you have purchased a navigational system in the last five years, you'd have to be quite lucky to come across it.
It was a village where everyone knew everyone, the law enforcement was run by just the one man who was married to the one baker, who's one daughter was married to the one pub owner who's one brother was engaged to the one shop keeper, my sister. But you get the point by now, everyone knew everyone.
Myself on the other hand. I somehow found myself so distanced from this group of people that I couldn't connect to their everyday life. The same routine, the common phrases and use of language. It was all so stale, perhaps like an old sit-com a few generations back where everyone was happy in this same lifestyle that had no spontanious decisions. I was different. Maybe everyone felt threatened by my values, clothing style, interests, dislikes, hobbies, everything about me. I say maybe, I think this was for definate. I shouldn't judge these people, or dislike them for what they are, do and how they live. But, it wasn't me, I was the big fish in the small pond. There's a bigger world out there and I need to find my place in it.
World, prepare for my arrival.
I decided to leave my birth place, it didn't feel like home. I spoke to my mother and father, who were quite understanding which surprised me. Out of what I disliked in the village, they were the main stereotypes of it. My father was the village representative, if that's a title you can use for such a small place no one has ever heard of. My mother was the village bicycle, before she settled down with my father. But I still hear rumours that she continues, which goes to show that this village isn't so perfect as it seems. My father insisted that I would wait a few days before I go so he could capture a Pokémon for me to start with on my journey, but I didn't see this as a Pokémon journey, but an escape. So I declined.
The following morning, I left home. Only with the essentials for travelling, and my life savings which wasn't much, but enough for perhaps a year if I spent it wisely. For the first time in my short life, I felt a sense of freedom, adventure and the chance to make my own decisions for better or for worse. It felt good, yet absolutely terrifying. One thing you can learn from this for whoever is reading. Take chances, be spontanious and live for the moment. I had a lot of doubt about my decision to leave, but I wasn't happy and if your not happy, you change something to fix it, right? This was my change, and wow it was a change.
I traveled a number of miles through open fields and village roads before I was left with a decision. I was hoping by now there would be a sign to make the decision for me. But sadly, there was two. Ahead of me there stood two signs on this village road, with three directions. Go straight ahead to North, which led to no where in particular. East, which led to Johto and West which led to Kanto.
I didn't know to much of Johto, but Kanto didn't really appeal to me. Which is why I hoped for a decision to be made for me somehow, like you see in them television shows. Where some sort of sign just comes from no where to help the main character, but everyone knew where the character would go anyway. Sadly, I had to make a decision. So I relied on my compass to make the decision, like flipping a coin. If it lands on it's front, I'd go to the Kanto region and on it's back I'd go to the Johto region.