Posts Tagged ‘ Memories ’

In Memorium: A Bacon’s Tale

Many of you may not be aware of the recent tragedy of the Bacon community when a truck driver transporting 40,000 pounds of our beloved ambrosia crashed on the highway. The Bacon was celebrating it’s third day of emerging into this world when the semi hit the median, spilling him and all of his brethren onto the pavement.

They were killed on impact.

Rest in Peace

The Bacon was a fun, family loving strip, always ready to help a friend in need. With the dreams of someday starring in his own reality show he participated in several videos within his time of development, steadily climbing the ladder of fame.  He was loved by many and shall be missed by all donuts, skillet, sandwiches, Wendy’s, and unorthodox platters. The nation shall grieve for the loss and will always remember this day. The rest of the numbers shall be forever be etched in remembrance by a memorial being built at supermarkets everywhere.

The Bacon is in a better place now.

Into The Past: The Lost Files

After contemplating on what my next blog post should be I found myself digging in the thousands (okay, not literally…) of notebooks I had collected over the years and found a small passage in the middle of all the blank pages.
A work of fan-fiction that I was working on and completely forgot about, so I figured I should inject life back into the piece by sharing it for everyone to see.

My first badge glistened in the warm sunlight. A bright grin reflected off of the gold facing that was owned none other than me. My happiness wasn’t so much about beating my first gym it was more of the fact that the Mudkip I found was the perfect candidate to make it happen. The small blue Pokemon hopped onto my lap and showed his unique interest in the small medal.
I handed it to him, gripping it inbetween his small paws as best as he could. He sniffed it, licked it, bit it; generally trying to figure out what funtion it served or why it was in my possession.
“Hmmm, good job.” A female’s voice said from behind. It was Roxanne with arms crossed and wearing her usual look of skeptism. “You worked hard today, I had a good match.”
“Thanks.” I said. It was odd to be conversing with a Gym Leader I just defeated.
“I’ve met a few trainers like you and there’s a similar trait I’ve noticed.”
“Like what?”
“The way you treat your Pokemon.” She said with a nod.
I looked at my Mudkip who grinned happliy back. “How I’m I different?”
“Well,” Roxanne said in thought. “You have a connection with them, It’s difficult to explain, but it’s stronger than anything I’ve known. It’s a special privilege being a trainer, you have a form of freedom we Gym Leaders could never have. We constantly have to watch the levels of the Pokemon we use and if they go past a certain level we have to go and catch a new one, one that qualifies for use in being a punching bag for young trainers like you.”
I almost felt guilty of doing so as her expression showed a form of humility. “You just had to make me feel bad, huh?”
Roxanne laughed. “No, just letting you know that you don’t want to become a Gym Leader. I heard what you said to the guide at the door, you are meant for more than that.”
I pondered at what else I would want to become. Nothing came to mind, then I remembered the Elite Four and the invitation that Sidney gave me. “The-the Champion? Of all Hoenn?”
Roxanne shrugged. “I don’t know, you’ll figure it out.” She then turned around and walked back into the gym building without a word more.

I’m not sure if I should be proud, upset, embarrassed, or even inspired. Either way it was interesting to find something of my past that showed my dedication to writing even as a young lad.