Did you ever write any stories as a kid?

[lasagne_of_death]

Aha! I found the Kane Chronicles fanfiction. Be prepared to cringe excessively at the story and grammar while I prepare to relive this story I am thoroughly embarrassed by.

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WELL I WAS HAVING A nice sleep in general, as in, no Sadie-chicken flying off into other places, until I woke up and saw some boy who looked suspiciously like Anubis sitting on a chair in my room. My first reaction was to grab my wand and shoot some fire at him, but when I saw the fire go right through him, I was in shock. He looked annoyed, not that I'd blasted him with fire, but that he wasn't injured slightly. I started slowly walking over to him. I know what your probably thinking; C'mon, Sadie, why are you walking over to the strange boy? Well, as I said, he looked like Anubis.

"Anubis?" I said. "Is that you?" the boy then looked up and said, "No. I'm not Anubis. Please don't confuse me with him." "Then who the hell are you? What are you doing in my room? How did you get past the defenses? Are you with the house of life?" I asked a lot of questions without waiting for answers, but he answered them all—well, most of them. "I am Nico Di Angelo. This was the only place in which I could enter the house. And no, I'm not with the House of Life."

"But how did you get in?" I pressed. The kid looked deathly pale, and so tired I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. I mean he was just after breaking into my house without anyone noticing. It was about ten minutes to breakfast, so I decided to go down early. I then said "May you please get out of my room while I get change?" Nico simply nodded, but as I turned to open the door for him to leave, he said 'bye' and when I turned around he was gone. All I could say was "This child is freaky."

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So uhh yeah that's the first page, I'm not bothered to type out the rest and it'd be a waste to delete all that after I sent ages typing so I'll just attach pics of the copy it's in.

Lmao sorry if you can't read that, the whole thing is in pencil and really difficult to get in a picture. You're probably better off not reading it anyway

 

[Giddy]

I don't know how it all started, but I remember glimpses of memory where I was writing stuff in English; as a child I remember in primary school we had to make a story from a picture, I remember it being a sort of abandoed sceience building or something, I don't remember what I wrote, but I remember the teacher being happy with what I wrote. And I liked that.

I remember writing stories to show people, mainly teachers and was happy to express myself and display the writing.

My doctor, who has known me since I was 5 said how I told him a story when I was really young; I don't remember this, hell even the assistant who was there at the time still remembers and sadly the only thing they remember was that my story involved two princesses.
Which intruged me so much more honestly. Wish I knew what the story was about. It least a little, then I could actually update it XD
I think the fact they remember more is because of how excited I was to tell it and really, that feeling I really try and use to push through and write more.

 

[BetsySundrop]

I wrote a story when I was 6 years old. In my mind, it was super spooky, about being chased by a vampire on a dark spooky night.

My mom found that story (she also found my old report cards from school), and it wasn't as good as I remembered. It was just a single paragraph, very simple phrases, like 'it was dark' 'i was scared', lol.

 

[aericell]

i used to write stories about my imaginary friend in second grade. my teacher gave us one of those yellow spartan notebooks to write whatever we wanted and i tried to make a chapter book about her. i even tried to illustrate some of the scenes. i still have it in a box somewhere