Yknow I've done a handful of random updates. I mean, this is a random book. Sometimes I wish my life was so extravagant that I could update more.

Only sometimes though.

First, a little address. I have more ideas for pokéfics. So many that sometimes I don't know what to do with them.

I've asked around and given people the small preview of a story description I'm looking to use. It's given below:

Across the first six regions, when everything else seems to slow down, one thing seems to keep up the pace. With specific roads tailored to them in Kanto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh, the bicycle is a key item that makes traveling on foot faster.

Between all the other festivities of various regions, one event no one ever hears about is hosted: the annual Cycling Cup. Taking place on the sloping course of the hosting region, it's the one meeting a year between two of the bicycle kings in the Pokémon World: Rydel and Rad Rickshaw.

This year marks the ten year anniversary of the Cycling Cup. Rad and Rydel, both stunned after being defeated by an outsider prodigy from Kanto the previous year, look for redemption in the event they believe they are supreme in.

Everything is on the line to determine the ruler of cycling in the Pokémon World. Who will reign as the master of cycling? Who will inevitably fall flat on their face?

A Pokémon Short Story
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Originally, I felt like some story element is missing. I believe I've figured out what it was and hopefully I'll remember it and integrate it.

Anyway more serious talk here. I've been thinking. Reflecting. So much that I'm practically a mirror.

I have plans to update that poetry book (Selected Poems I believe the name is) that I haven't updated in forever.

So here's an excerpt that brings us to the topic of today

And I'm on my knees
Searching for that answer
Am I still human
as I romance her?

It may not make much sense. And that's one of those things poems are good at. Being abstract yet have a deep meaning.

So to explain myself, I just want to admit it. I'm a monster. A big, scary, menacing, ugly monster. I'm sour. I'm rotten. I'm cynical. I insult people.

I'm a monster. And not the cute kind. The ones who scare children at night to collect their screams for the Monsters Inc. power plant. Those kinds of monsters.

I'm a monster. I creep people out. I scare them. I'm unexplainable. I don't understand it either.

But I can't seem to find my humanity. It's gone somewhere...and I don't know where it's gone. Will a flyer help? Perhaps filing a police report?

I don't feel human. I feel like a monstrosity. I've changed myself to tailor to others. And I think I lost myself somewhere along the way. Because am I human?

This complex mixture of emotions...all I can call it is humanity. Something I don't know where I have it (I assume I just don't have it).

Where am I supposed to go to become more human?

And as I settle down and start to overcome 500 words, I honestly don't get understand. I don't even know what to think with it.

It's a charade. It's fake. I'm deluding myself and others.

But now...I can't anymore. Because I don't know. I like to have all the answers...but that's something a human would have.

I'm starting to feel more and more like the thing I never wanted to escape from within. The beast inside...the part of me I wish I never was...it's clawing its way out. And it's been slashing from the inside so much, it's starting to tear me open. And it hurts. It hurts a lot. I can't stop it from escaping. I can feel it start to open me and pull me apart so it can leap out and roam free.

And that monster is going to hurt people. And hurting people is the last thing I want to do.

So what am I? Am I still human? Or have I changed myself so much that it has gone too far past the point of no return?

-GT