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Pokeumans: The bronze bell Chapter 1 Part 2“Follow me kid! The headmaster, Derik, weird name, but oh well!” James said, he walked through a long corridor, so I followed, a bunch of Pokémon were staring at me, not as scary as last time, but a skiploom gang were laughing at me, a Pikachu was also. I wondered who the headmaster could be! Must be a big strong tough Pokémon, or possible a small Pokémon that can get quite mean at times. We got to a big door, every Pokémon on it, I know each number correctly and knew mine was near the bottom, I saw myself stuck in a stone, laughing at a Bronzong with a wig… who made this? The door opened… a giant… Cryogonal! “Welcome to the base” He said, his voice sounded auto tuned, maybe because his voice box must of changed a bit as well! “Now, do you know anything about this?” “My brother shouted a few months ago, but then appeared normal, I saw a second me! Is he here?” I said. A tear came from my ey
Dear Future Self,Dear Future Me,I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person andyou'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in thepast so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I evenneed to write it? If I don't write it
will that set off a chain of eventsthat lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insightabout your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and Idon't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiteratea couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.Alrighty, for starters:a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
To My Future SelfTo my Future Self, Breathe. You must be thinking, seriously, my teen self is acting like an old fart of a teacher telling off overstressed kids, but seriously, breathe. Stop. Pause. Listen. It's your heart beating. It's telling you, I'm beating so damn hard, I might just kill you one day. Okay, let's digest. There can only be two reasons for your heart to beat like that. One reason is because I wouldn't have changed- I would still be that overzealous, neurotic, depressed teenager with a penchant for word thieves, dream catchers and moment makers. The other reason would be just the opposite: it's beating with life, with purpose, with hope. I hope you'll be that second person. Because being that second person means being serenaded by Chopin in a boy's car, travelling down to Bondi Beach watching sculptures rear out of the sea and you're feeling like, maybe, love may finally find you at last. Being that second person means you just won't shut up talking to patrons
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) I worry about you sometimes.I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you. You see, the truth is and I am certain you remember this about me I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
Dear Adult Me.Dear adult me,I'm tucking this letter safely inside your favorite copy of 'The Dragonlance Series', where I'm sure you're going to find it. Page 241--your page. This book should be worn and weathered by now. I say 'should', because I'm frantically hoping that you're still reading it; because people change and you--we--are no exception.So, dear future self, it's definitely been a while since I last thought of you. The truth is, I'm afraid to. All those hopeless and overly irrelevant dreams I have right now are probably just a fade memory in your mind. Some of them you probably accomplished. Some others you probably don't even remember; not that I blame you, you probably thought that those ambitions were too ridiculous to realize.Did you finally manage to publish your book? This may sound funny to you, but right now, publishing our book sounds like an amazing and generally possible idea. Maybe, as time passed, the thought started becoming more and more untenable and, consequently, you
Dear Adult MeDear Adult me,Did you succeed in all those crazy plans you made? Every day I look at my to-do list and just say to myself "Not today." But what about you? Did you get off your lazy butt and actually do those things listed? Did you write those countless stories, play all of those amazing games, learn all the knowledge to satisfy you, listen to every song on those lists received, read every book suggested, and all the while still manage to do the chores at home and hang out with every friend?There's so much I want to ask you, but there's nothing you can say. I want to know if the life I've made now will be the life I have forever. Some days it feels like that's true. Other days it feels like everything I've lived through is a lie.Did you ever tell that guy how you really feel? That girl? Did you ever become a mother?As our sister traversed life along side us, we both know the things she went through, and a refresh on her history only strengthens it more. It's scary to think that you