OK so ive been working on a fic, which as of so far is untitled, for a small while now and finally finished what could be the first chapter. Since its been a very long time since i wrote any kind of fiction and ive never written any fan fiction yet i just thought i would post here first to see if it has potential to be continued. I would be using the Encyclopeadia Pokemonia as a basis for pokemon, portraying them in a real life context. The next chapter would introduce pokemon and introduce more characters and other things. Please keep in mind my English probably is not as good as you native speakers. So any constructive criticism and advice is welcome as im always up for improving my works. If its considered even ok i will post it in the fan fiction section and continue there. Thanks in advance and i guess sorry if this wasnt really needed, i can delete it if its not.
He lit another cigarette, the flash of the flame illuminating the surrounding darkness.
He exhaled…
The windless night allowed the smoke to billow and hang in the air encasing his hard focused features.
He inhaled…
The moon momentarily became uncovered by the cloud that persistently kept it hidden, distinguishing him from the darkness and revealing a strange red and white ball clasped tightly in his hand.
He exhaled…
‘Tonight would be different.’ he thought.
He inhaled…
‘Tonight I will finish what I started.’
He exhaled…
He inhaled…
It began to rain.
He exhaled…
He barely moved as the rain began to wash over his Stetson and black trench coat.
He inhaled…
‘I just have to be patient.’ he said aloud, as he stubbed the cigarette out on the grave he was leaning on.
It fell to the ground, the darkness surrounding it. Smoke rose silently for a moment before the rain had its way.
He exhaled…
The flare of a match chased the darkness away once more.
He inhaled…
Alex felt good. The sun was shining and the previous week’s rain was all forgotten. He was taking his time, trying to catch fleeting glimpses of the wild Pokemon scurry away, hidden from view, as he came near. He paused on the path for a moment, listening to the birds fill the woods with song. The dew covered leaves swayed as a breeze blew past, crisp and fresh, then gone. Alex smiled and continued down the well worn path.
The path was indeed well worn. The earth under Alex’s feet was dry and cracked with the occasional weed growing in the middle, lonesome. It looked old and well used, as if people had been using this route for centuries. At both sides of the path ferns, nettles and bushes, with the occasional close tree, grew, marking the boundaries of the path. So thick keeping anything strictly to the path and not beyond its borders, protecting the woods from any kind of harm.
The trees were not as thick here, morning light filtered down through the tree tops and catching on the dew making the plants sparkle. Alex was coming to the edge of the woods; he had walked this path so many times before that he could almost do it with his eyes closed.
As he stepped out of the shadow of the trees and jumped on top of a rock, the sunlight reflected in his brown eyes. His dark hair shone in the light making it appear a darker shade of brown than it really was, a breeze blew it into his face. It was getting too long and needed to be cut as it looked messy, but this was how Alex liked it best. Years ago his parents had kept telling him to cut it when it was this length, but now since he was 19 he hadn’t seen them in a couple years and could keep it the way he liked. He was average height and rather stocky. The bottoms of his blue jeans were all wet from walking across the grass fields before he entered the wood, his shoes tinged green at the toe. He was wearing just a white t shirt, emblazoned with the words ‘inhale’ and ‘exhale’, as it was nice and warm out.
Alex always seemed to be in a good and he generally took life as it came, not worrying too much about things, although this would occasionally cause him problems as he did not always plan ahead and was often behind schedule, rushing or trying to remember things at the last minute. His was a kindly face. He had an average round shaped nose and had bushy eyebrows, which came from his mum’s side surprisingly. He hadn’t shaved and so had stubble across his face. He preferred it like that as he thought it gave him more of a ‘man’s man’ look. He had a small scare under his chin, kind of oval shaped. When he was younger he fell out of a tree he had been climbing in this very forest and had disturbed a young Geodude which had then thrown pebbles at him. A sharp one had hit him on his chin and made him bleed quite badly.
He looked around sighting his destination.
‘God its good to be back here again,’ he sighed aloud to himself. ‘What’s it been? Like 2 years?’ Alex had moved out of his parent’s house to live in his own apartment in a close by town 2 years ago. He jumped off of the rock and carried on down the well beaten path which now passed through a field.
The farmer who had owned the fields and land had moved away long ago due to ‘local disturbances’ and so the fields were very discarded as the relatives the farmer had left the farm to were to nervous to set foot in the farm and its land. However Alex didn’t know any of this and had always known the fields to be as they were, since as long as he could remember.
Alex was now standing next to the gate. The gate was connected to a wooden fence that ran in an oval shape. Encircled was a cemetery. About 30 graves and head stones scattered about in several rows. There was no church nearby, nothing that would indicate why a cemetery would be in the middle of a field. Alex opened the gate and entered the cemetery. He hadn’t been here in 2 years. He made his way to his destination, his sister’s grave.
He passed the biggest grave in the cemetery. On a grey stone pillar the was a life size angel holding her hand in such a way that they created a kind of bowl, and indeed rainwater from last week was still being held in her hands. There were cigarette burn marks all over this grave. Hundreds of them. They had been there as far back as Alex could remember. He had often wondered who had put them there. He wondered, there seemed to be more of them now than there were since he was last here. He shrugged this off without a worry, thinking that he remembered wrong, it had been 2 years after all.
He continued towards his sister’s grave. All of a sudden he stopped short. There was something in front of his sister’s grave. Alex continued closer. He realised what it was. It was a Pokemon.
* * * *
He lit another cigarette, the flash of the flame illuminating the surrounding darkness.
He exhaled…
The windless night allowed the smoke to billow and hang in the air encasing his hard focused features.
He inhaled…
The moon momentarily became uncovered by the cloud that persistently kept it hidden, distinguishing him from the darkness and revealing a strange red and white ball clasped tightly in his hand.
He exhaled…
‘Tonight would be different.’ he thought.
He inhaled…
‘Tonight I will finish what I started.’
He exhaled…
He inhaled…
It began to rain.
He exhaled…
He barely moved as the rain began to wash over his Stetson and black trench coat.
He inhaled…
‘I just have to be patient.’ he said aloud, as he stubbed the cigarette out on the grave he was leaning on.
It fell to the ground, the darkness surrounding it. Smoke rose silently for a moment before the rain had its way.
He exhaled…
The flare of a match chased the darkness away once more.
He inhaled…
* * * *
Alex felt good. The sun was shining and the previous week’s rain was all forgotten. He was taking his time, trying to catch fleeting glimpses of the wild Pokemon scurry away, hidden from view, as he came near. He paused on the path for a moment, listening to the birds fill the woods with song. The dew covered leaves swayed as a breeze blew past, crisp and fresh, then gone. Alex smiled and continued down the well worn path.
The path was indeed well worn. The earth under Alex’s feet was dry and cracked with the occasional weed growing in the middle, lonesome. It looked old and well used, as if people had been using this route for centuries. At both sides of the path ferns, nettles and bushes, with the occasional close tree, grew, marking the boundaries of the path. So thick keeping anything strictly to the path and not beyond its borders, protecting the woods from any kind of harm.
The trees were not as thick here, morning light filtered down through the tree tops and catching on the dew making the plants sparkle. Alex was coming to the edge of the woods; he had walked this path so many times before that he could almost do it with his eyes closed.
As he stepped out of the shadow of the trees and jumped on top of a rock, the sunlight reflected in his brown eyes. His dark hair shone in the light making it appear a darker shade of brown than it really was, a breeze blew it into his face. It was getting too long and needed to be cut as it looked messy, but this was how Alex liked it best. Years ago his parents had kept telling him to cut it when it was this length, but now since he was 19 he hadn’t seen them in a couple years and could keep it the way he liked. He was average height and rather stocky. The bottoms of his blue jeans were all wet from walking across the grass fields before he entered the wood, his shoes tinged green at the toe. He was wearing just a white t shirt, emblazoned with the words ‘inhale’ and ‘exhale’, as it was nice and warm out.
Alex always seemed to be in a good and he generally took life as it came, not worrying too much about things, although this would occasionally cause him problems as he did not always plan ahead and was often behind schedule, rushing or trying to remember things at the last minute. His was a kindly face. He had an average round shaped nose and had bushy eyebrows, which came from his mum’s side surprisingly. He hadn’t shaved and so had stubble across his face. He preferred it like that as he thought it gave him more of a ‘man’s man’ look. He had a small scare under his chin, kind of oval shaped. When he was younger he fell out of a tree he had been climbing in this very forest and had disturbed a young Geodude which had then thrown pebbles at him. A sharp one had hit him on his chin and made him bleed quite badly.
He looked around sighting his destination.
‘God its good to be back here again,’ he sighed aloud to himself. ‘What’s it been? Like 2 years?’ Alex had moved out of his parent’s house to live in his own apartment in a close by town 2 years ago. He jumped off of the rock and carried on down the well beaten path which now passed through a field.
The farmer who had owned the fields and land had moved away long ago due to ‘local disturbances’ and so the fields were very discarded as the relatives the farmer had left the farm to were to nervous to set foot in the farm and its land. However Alex didn’t know any of this and had always known the fields to be as they were, since as long as he could remember.
Alex was now standing next to the gate. The gate was connected to a wooden fence that ran in an oval shape. Encircled was a cemetery. About 30 graves and head stones scattered about in several rows. There was no church nearby, nothing that would indicate why a cemetery would be in the middle of a field. Alex opened the gate and entered the cemetery. He hadn’t been here in 2 years. He made his way to his destination, his sister’s grave.
He passed the biggest grave in the cemetery. On a grey stone pillar the was a life size angel holding her hand in such a way that they created a kind of bowl, and indeed rainwater from last week was still being held in her hands. There were cigarette burn marks all over this grave. Hundreds of them. They had been there as far back as Alex could remember. He had often wondered who had put them there. He wondered, there seemed to be more of them now than there were since he was last here. He shrugged this off without a worry, thinking that he remembered wrong, it had been 2 years after all.
He continued towards his sister’s grave. All of a sudden he stopped short. There was something in front of his sister’s grave. Alex continued closer. He realised what it was. It was a Pokemon.
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