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Hey, I've had friends tell me a lot about your Chronicles of Taras story and how awesome it is. I have to ask, where can I find it? I've been looking all over, but the only chapter/episode I can find is the first one. Sorry for the noob question, and keep up the (apparent) good work!

Oh, hey! I was working on re-doing it for a while because I wanted to fix a few things I didn’t like - the one that was originally up was a first draft, so to speak - and I kind of got caught up in a whole lot of other things. Thanks for the interest, though, it means a lot :D I have an editor going over a book I wrote (non-Taras related) and I’m trying to publish some short stories. If you wanna check out anything else I’d be happy to send it, I just don’t wanna post it because all the things I have now are in various stages of re-writing/in progress.

Thanks for the interest though! Much appreciated :D 

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Hello. I just read your story, Diggin' Graves, and I must say I rather liked it. Just a little constructive criticism, though. I feel it would have made more sense if the kids were around 16. A bunch of 12 year olds wandering around the woods by themselves strikes me as a little strange. There were also a few small errors in terms of the writing itself (grammatical errors, etc...), but overall it was very well done. I look forward to similar stories in the future.

Damn grammatical errors, always tripping me up…but thanks for enjoying my story though, I appreciate that my hard work is enjoyed! :D And I’ll take the ages of the kids into consideration. I actually did know people when I was around 10 to 12 who did go out camping and stuff, and I think in the past it was a little more approved of (We’re talking the mid-90’s, so almost 20 years ago) than now, so I’ll throw that around. But thanks for the interest, whoever you are, it’s much appreciated! 

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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

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How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

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