Unoriginality OT - Mirror Unoriginality

Unoriginality OT - Mirror Unoriginality

Mirror Unoriginality 

Jeana chewed her cereal thoughtfully. Her attention was far away from her breakfast. Today the ten year old was finally going to get her first pokemon. She knew exactly what she'd choose. Bulbasaur. Plant-type pokemon were her favorites. Even so, she'd agonized over the decision last night, until she'd finally realized she was getting nowhere and gone to sleep.

She thought she'd be able to take good care of a bulbasaur, too. She'd been helping her mother in their little flower garden for almost two years now, after all. Under her expert care, she knew it would evolve into an ivysaur in no time.

Her father sat across from her at the rounded wooden table, eating scrambled eggs. He'd been a trainer too - not that it was something special, practically everyone had. And, like practically everyone, he'd dropped out quickly enough, returned home, gotten a job and a wife. Jeana, fantasizing about the victreebel she would catch wrapping its vines around Lance's dragonite and sending it flying into the stadium walls for a knock-out, didn't think about this.

"Okay, I'm done," she said, jumping up. "Bye!" Without waiting for a response, she swung her pink bag over her shoulders and rushed out.

The professor's lab wasn't too far from where she lived, but it was a long distance to run carrying all the supplies she'd packed. She was winded by the time she got to the front door and knocked.

It only took a few seconds for Oak to open the door. "Hello, Jeana. Right on time."

Jeana nodded, following him inside silently. Her heart was pounding. Finally, finally she would be a pokemon trainer.

They came out of the hallway into a room. There was a table with two pokeballs on it. "Hey, I thought you said I was on time?" she said.

Professor Oak nodded. "Yes, but there's always at least one trainer who's early. So, which pokemon do you want?"

"Bulbasaur!"

"Sorry, that one's been picked. Your choices are squirtle or charmander."

Jeana tried not to look too disappointed. I can always get one later, she thought. "Okay, then…Squirtle."

Oak handed her the pokeball on the right. "Here you go," he said.

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So in conclusion, it seems even when you try to avoid the explictly overdone, the story's still horribly bland. It seems there's no mirror originality here.

Boring as this is, I think it shows an important lesson. Even if you manage not to butcher the innocent English language, even if you avoid the more prevalent clichés, even if you try to make the events in the story reasonable, it's still uninteresting. Think for a moment and consider not writing a story about how the trainer gets their first pokemon from Prof. RandomName and begins their journey through MundaneRegion. If you've got a plotline, do your readers a favor and please, skip ahead. People will wade through thirty-plus chapters of plotless nonsense at times, but they may well kill you afterwards. So please, if you won't think of the readers…think of yourself and how you don't want to be beaten to death by your keyboard.