"I am going crazy. It's been three days- THREE DAYS. Still, I get nothing. Nobody… nobody's with me. I feel so alone. Pokémon, yes, why won't my Pokémon say anything? I stare at this screen and they say things. I hear them say things. Why doesn't anyone hear them say things? Doesn't anybody want to listen?
"I wrote a fan fiction three days and twelve hours ago. It had perfect grammar. Perfect punctuation. A good plot. I go look on the Pokémon fan fiction page, and I see all these new stories. Some of them are repeats of successful plots; some of them are a bit more original. Some of them are porn with no plot, or sometimes with one. Some of them are overflowing with OCs, and even more are written so terribly that it makes my eyes bleed.
"And then I look at the ones that have all the reviews, those who wrote 2,000 words in the first chapter and got over 20 reviews within the first thirty minutes. I wonder why they got all those reviews, all that attention, when I wrote a chapter with 3,000 words and got nothing for THREE DAYS. Is it… is it the plot? Do they have so many views because of THE PLOT? The story I wrote mixed every genre known to man! My other stories have gone through adventure, sci-fi, even western and got no appreciation. They were all original, ideas that nobody had ever thought of before!
"Tell me, my precious Pokémon, how is it that these stories about a bunch of kids going to school more popular than these stories with drama, action, and tear-jerking misery? Is it because they used OCs and the other didn't?"
The girl stared at the picture of the Meowth and Dratini in front of her, who stared back without saying a word. How could they? They were just pictures of pocket monsters created by a multimillion dollar company. The girl had locked herself in her basement to counsel with them in the dark, the only light coming from the computer screen. Her hair was messy and unkempt; she looked like she hadn't slept in days (Three days, twelve hours and thirty minutes, to be exact), and her hyperactivity had originated from the many soda bottles that littered the area.
"I don't know, Tabitha," The girl said in a high-pitched voice, trying to replicate a Meowth's vocal chords. "Maybe humanity isn't ready for your genius!"
"Oh stop it, you silver-tongued devil!" She replied, blushing a bit.
"But I'm serious, it's true! Right, Dratini?"
"Yes," She replied in a hushed voice, "This generation is far too young. They will never understand true geniuses like you."
"Aww, you guys really are my best friends!" The girl said happily, tears forming in her eyes. She stood from the chair and wrapped her arms around the computer, hugging her virtual friends. "I love you!"
"We love you, too!"
Okay, I am not insulting you. I'm insulting everybody, including me, that writes fan fiction- not only on this website, just fan fiction websites in general. We all know that there are bad writers and good writers (That includes trolls). In all honesty, this story is for all those writers out there, good and bad, who are overshadowed by successful writers. Granted, successful writers got where they are because people gave them a chance! Give everybody a chance or they'll end up like Tabitha!
Note- I apologize if your name is Tabitha.