So I've tried to write a full fic before, lost it after the first chapter. So now I'm just going to write sixteen different chapters, each about a different pokemon, and each with a different story.
Since each is a different story, please do critique my writing style so I can make the later ones better, but know that I've already written three chapters so far. I'll post number two after the first one is read for a bit.
I've spellchecked it, so you shouldn't find many spelling mistakes. Also, let it be known that some will be longer than others.
That's the intro, now please enjoy story number one.
Rating is G for this story.
Bugs are flying around you, but you aren’t worried.
Even if you can’t see much through the silk covering the weedle made last night to protect you from the rain, the bugs you hear can only be the mature beedrill patrolling around the home tree.
“It’s a simple life I live,” you think as you lie against the tree trunk. “I stay here all day as the young weedle bring me food, and don’t even have to worry about other pokemon disturbing me with the beedrill standing guard.”
You’re not lazy, you know that. You did all your hard labor as an immature weedle. Waking each day in your tree-top nest, checking to make sure the kakuna were fine, then going out to forage for edible things. First to feed yourself, then to feed the kakuna back at the tree. No need to hunt for the beedrill, since they did they’re own hunting during the day.
You also know that when you get strong enough to become a beedrill your life still won’t be easy.
Having to be alert at all times, checking everything that comes close, be it pokemon, human, or hailstone.
Not being able to rest, having to fly around, buzzing your wings so fast they start to hurt sometimes. These are not things lazy pokemon do.
As a weedle pushes some berries toward your mouth, you think of actually being able to see those berry bushes again. Since, when you’re a beedrill you won’t have the time, and it’s something you may not get to do again, you think nostalgically of crawling over to them and picking berries to bring back to the tree.
At the time you disliked the labor, since you couldn’t figure out then that it’s important to keep your home kakuna happy. But now, relying on the same labor you loathed, you understand why you had to do it oh too well.
Not being able to move has really changed how you think about work. You now wish you could have crawled that path to the berries a couple more times before spinning your cocoon to evolve.
But, time for those kinds of wishes has fled. Now you’re left with wanting to evolve again so you can at least see all the stars, instead of just the few you can see at night between the tree limbs.
You used to sit at the top of the tree for hours, on days when you weren’t too tired, just watching the stars come out.
A light rain is falling, and the weedle rush to cover your sensitive shell again with thread, so you think of this duty as well.
You hated having to rush back to the nest to cover the kakuna, having to drop everything to get back here. But, again with maturity, you understand the need of this duty to be performed.
For without this cover, your shell would get wet, and a wet shell is not a happy shell.
A wet shell can get fungus, and it’s hard to scratch it sense you can’t move at all. Also a wet shell takes energy to keep warm in, and that energy could go instead to evolving into a beedrill.
Darkness begins to fall, along with the rain, and you see the weedle come back from the outside world. No beedrill make an appearance though, since they flew in through the top of the tree and you’re at the bottom.
As they climb past you into the tree top, the weedle check you over to make sure you’re okay.
Being immobile you can’t check for scrapes in your shell each night, but that’s another job the weedle are good at.
Full night comes, and with the rain you can’t even see the stars come out.
With nothing to do, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of berry bushes and the path over to them…..
So that's story number one, please tell me what you thought.
I'll be posting story two tomorrow or later today, depends on how many read this first.