Did you ever write any stories as a kid?

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.

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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 💀
 
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.
 
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.
 
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
 
I just remembered how in fifth grade, my teacher would occasionally have us read these cliffhanger stories where we had to write our own ending to them. The last thing in the pre-written story was something being revealed and the words “I couldn’t believe my eyes. Inside/I found/I saw” and that is where we had to finish the story. Well one of these was about this timid kid who was being bullied by a classmate pretty badly and then the class had this pet day and the bullied kid brings in his pet which was supposed to be a surprise that scared the bully. In my ending, I basically made the pet this huge amalgamation of a bunch of animals that included a dragon and was massively huge and the bully had a toy poodle that he tried to hide behind in the pre-written part of the story. I didn’t know what a toy poodle was and I thought it was a plushie and had the monsterous pet catch it on fire with its breath. My sister didn’t like that and I didn’t understand why at the time. Anyway, the bullied kid tells his “pet” to say hi to the bully and it roars very loudly in the bully’s face and he literally loses his sanity and goes insane on the spot and two men come in and take him away screaming in a straitjacket and the one comments on how the number of cases of people going crazy in the town recently has increased and that the bully is the fifth person they had to carry away that week alone. I found the edited version my sister typed up because I was bad at typing in fifth grade and she helped with it and that copy went into this file that was kept until I graduated high school. I’m actually impressed that I knew so much about mental hospitals in the fifth grade despite never going to one or even visiting one at the time. Plus it was pretty dark that I made the bully get locked up in an institution fit the rest of his life. And somehow I got an A for writing this dark ending and never questioned about why it was so dark.

Another one of these cliffhangers had the narrator climbing up a bean stalk and I said that I found Amelia Earhart up there being chased around by the giant who was madly in love with her while she didn’t feel the same way and then I left to “leave the two lovebirds alone.”

Then there was the time where I had to write a fairy tale in third grade and illustrate it and I clearly plagiarized Disney’s Beauty and the Beast with a single name change and a few made up details but it was basically the ending of the movie minus the mob and Gaston. I even drew Mrs Potts very accurately. I am surprised that I also earned an A for this story.
 
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wdym "as a kid" i'm literally writing one right now

but yes I also wrote stories as a kid
 
I used to make stories and comics a lot but it came to a point where they were ugly, unfunny, and embarrasing, so I tossed them all out. What if someone came across them though? I even put my name one them. I should have thought to use a paper shredder.
 
Yes, I guess so. I feel like I mostly did it as I was bored with the current mediums at the time. I was really imaginative and would think of stories pretty often.
 
I wrote a few stories when I was in primary school (I'd say between 9 and 11 years old)! I don't remember the content of the stories, but there are two stories I most remember the experience of writing.

The first was a sequel to Harry Potter (I can't recall all of the books in order, but it was a sequel to whichever book I was up to at the time). I remember carrying it around in a folder because I was proud of it. I never expected anyone to ask about it or read it, but the school principal asked to read it, and he then gave me a big, gold ribbon sticker that said "Principal's Award", which was very sweet.

The other memorable story involved a group of girls who loved music in some way, and my dad read it, and he was very complimentary and encouraging about my writing, which again, was very sweet.

These days, I only write non-fiction documents, but those are very nice childhood memories for me! It's a good reminder to me of the importance of being encouraging to people, since those memories have stuck with me. 😊💗
 
Omg I had a comic series called "The Dragon Slayers" about Stickman and Stickdude who lived in a camp outside the castle of King Drago to stop him from doing evil.

The running joke of the series is that no one ever slayed any dragons and at worst they got up to some perilous antics. There was a Wyvern and a Cockatrice who were ACTUALLY evil, but nothing ever went anywhere with their plot line? And Drago eventually had a daughter named Fury (he had been so evil because he was guarding her egg) who was ridiculously powerful but couldnt control it. And then there was a good alien named Zee and a bad alien named Eez (whos names i mightve flipped???). And a sentient bubble. And a cat called Crazy Cat who had weird amorphous abilities.

I still have some of the comics to this day. Idk where it is but I do know I have one stapled in a book somewhere. I revisit the characters from time to time cause they honestly got me through Elementary school.

I also like, roleplayed on the internet as a teenager. But we don't talk about that. 🤐
 
I once wrote a crossover short story with Pokémon and the Smurfs. Basically the main group’s Pokémon stumble upon the Smurf Village and then start playing with them like toys and being somewhat violent with them because they don’t realize that the Smurf’s are sentient and able to feel pain. Piplup and Pikachu were recreating the lotion scene from Silence of the Lambs and the Water Pokémon is stroking a toy dog while telling the Smurf, “It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the shocks again,” as Pikachu’s cheeks start sparking with electricity. Croagunk and Chimchar placed a couple of Smurfs into toy cars and were making them crash into each other. And Happiny was treating them like dolls and violently shoving mud pies into their mouths and putting them into tiny clothes. The humans don’t realize what is happening and at the end the Smurf’s were all frightened about the entire ordeal and noticed that Papa Smurf was missing and the story ends with him screaming from within Happiny’s pouch and Dawn asking her friends if they also hear the tiny screams and they dismiss it as being wild Pokémon.
 
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