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What were your first written stories about?
I don’t know exactly what my first handwritten stories were about. That was much too long ago, and my parents are probably saving them somewhere secret. But I do remember everything past when I first tried to use my dad’s computer. So when I was seven.
I used to tell my younger siblings the fantastical tales of Rose, Violet, and Daisy, three detective girls who perpetually unraveled mysteries. I kept adding clues without knowing the answers. Also, I didn’t know beans about geography. My longest running story with the three girls took place in ‘Europe,’ in a ‘European hotel.’ And all the guests were either British or French. XD But this story was the first time my dad allowed me to type on his adult-finger-sized keyboard. (Wow!)
There was another story about a young man named Elliot, who gets in a car crash when a monster rushes across the road. Elliot doesn’t dare tell anybody because he wants to keep his single mother and siblings happy. (Responsible!)
The next story was about a boy named Richard who ran away to a hollow hill full of fairies. If I recall correctly, he met a cool fighter fairy named Twinkle, a baby dragon, Toggle, and a fox hybrid girl, Kathleen. (Unique!)
And finally there was a sequel to that, about orphan Jeffery who is adopted along with two other children by a rich book collector. They fall through a magical book and end up in the same universe as Richard. They train with their pet dragons to fight against the evil teenager Ash. (Scary teenager!)
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The first stories I remember writing were 2nd grade assignments. In one, this group of ducks, Helen, Joy, Valentine, and Lulu, were at home being babysat by this really cool babysitter (I think her name was Lila, and she was both a police officer and a princess) who was taking them out to go toilet paper people’s houses. I’d just found out that that was a thing from my dad, and I thought it was awesome. After that, I didn’t really write stuff other than essays; I just made stories up in my head.
Except at one point in 6th grade I really enjoyed my essays, and so I decided to write a short story based on an IEW essay I had to write about George Washington. The essay was boringly factual, so I wrote a fictionalized story of the events leading to GW deciding to become president. If I remember correctly, John Adams fell down George’s chimney and landed in a boiling pot of oatmeal. Things culminated when 3 Founding Fathers, I think Adams, Jefferson, and Hamilton, dressed up as ghosts to haunt Washington into taking the job, and Washington, frustrated and furious, gave up. And THAT is how America got its first president.
When I was 12, I started writing again, and it was this saga about the ducks who had overthrown the humans several years prior, but one of them had started a rebellion which had to be put down, and he was sentenced to have his hair dyed with glitter and wash all the palace dishes “except the knives. He can’t be trusted with them.” Unfortunately his friends invaded the palace in an attempt to break him out, and that’s about as far as I got because there were about 20 POV/Main characters, and this was supposed to be a sequel to the first series about the ducks overthrowing the humans, but I couldn’t keep track of anyone and I’m pretty sure some were supposed to be dead. I did love that story though, and someday I’d like to go back to it.
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If I remember correctly, John Adams fell down George’s chimney and landed in a boiling pot of oatmeal.
Oh my word, I was laughing out loud when I read this! And this:
but one of them had started a rebellion which had to be put down, and he was sentenced to have his hair dyed with glitter and wash all the palace dishes “except the knives. He can’t be trusted with them.”
Oh the horror of the glitter dye! Lol!
Anywayyyy… my first stories were not quite so dramatic. The first one I actually remember writing I did on paper when I was about six, and I roped my brothers into helping me. We basically created characters based on ourselves, and I let them name their characters, which maybe wasn’t the brightest idea, but it’s kinda funny. The three MC’s were Elizabeth, Ben, and Gummy (my youngest brother was like 2 at the time). Essentially, someone started leaving clues for them to follow, sort of like a treasure hunt. I don’t remember what the end of the treasure hunt was, or if I even finished the whole story. It was supposed to be a chapter book, but my chapters were like three paragraphs, if even that, lol.
I think I had a handful of other short stories that I never completed, but as I got a little older, I started writing stories based on my family’s vacations, with fictionalized characters based off my own family (adding a sister that I never had but wanted, lol).
At one point, probably in middle school, I was inspired by the game Forbidden Island and wrote a story about six siblings who fell through a doorway and all ended up in different parts of the island and had to try to find each other while facing the dangers of the island. They each were given certain abilities that correlated with the roles given to players of the game (like navigator, messenger, etc), and once they found one another, they had to discover four hidden treasures and get off the island before it all sank under water.
I should go back through some of my old notebooks and read some of my old stories… I bet I’d find things I forgot about.
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My first written stories were about the tales I used to tell my little brother about a land called Nutmag (not Nutmeg, NutMAG huge difference, I know). It had talking animals and no humans. I even had a theme song for it that I’d sing before telling Ezra a story. I wrote at least three short stories only about two to three pages long. I still have two of them, but the third I gave to a sixth grader in VBS (I was like in third grade or something).
My second written story was one I don’t really talk about much on here The Solomon Team. It was my first attempt at a novel and let’s just say the only parts I’m proud of is the main character, Robert, and that it’s handwritten.
My last handwritten story (except a few little short snippet, stories, and scenes) was an entire novel first draft for Guardian Angels. I’m very proud of that.
If you asked about my first story I came up with, Idr. All my life I have created characters, heroes who I would fall to sleep too as I thought up stories for them.
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#AnduthForever (💕)The first stories I wrote were for a writing circle I was in when I was very little. I know I wrote an story about a pet bat which was named ‘Bat’, and one called ‘Pontoon Boat Catastrophe’, which I still have, actually. I posted it over a year ago in Sara’s ‘what’s the cringiest thing you’ve ever written forum’.
After that I had one blatant Green Ember ripoff (that I wrote one page of) and one contemporary that was an obvious combination of two other contemporaries I’d read.
Im sure there was more but I don’t really remember any of them.
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My first written story was about a squirrel who drank coffee and eventually saved his father from an owl by using coffee. I am very imaginative, and I come up with stories often, but almost none of them are written.
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#AnduthForever (❤️)The first story I remember writing…
Well, a long time ago… I mostly just started a bunch of random stories with phrases like “There once was a little girl who was very, very, ugly” or “Charlotte was a cat who didn’t like mice” (I liked the name Charlotte for no explainable reason) and then left them at a few sentences long and forgot about them. I still find these almost story beginnings in random files, although most of them have met their end by now.
I remember dictating a story for my (older sister? Dad?) to type for me. I had gotten about two sentences in and decided to change a word as I went. My typist, instead of making my edit, proceeded to write down every word I said. The story ended there. XD
But the first story I got really serious about writing came when I was probably 11? 12? In it “mysterious” 13 year old Tabithena, her little brother named Mitch or Michael, and their two younger cousins (all orphaned, of course) were setting out to save Felinatimathia from the ravenous pirate dogs–or wolves since I wasn’t sure which sounded more dramatic (Tabi and family were cats of course), along which journey they would find out the truth of their parents deaths by plague and murder, find the true heir to the throne, and meet a bunch of traveling master archers who would all be astonished at Tabi’s skill with a bow but contribute absolutely nothing else to the story. Oh, and there were pancakes.
I may have finished the second might be 500 word chapter. I don’t remember.
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Oooohh, this is such a fun topic. I loved reading y’all’s ideas. And @trailblazer, I know that game! We have it, I think. The story is really cool.
The first story that I ever wrote (that I can remember) was about a cat. I don’t remember the cat’s name (or his friends’ names) but it involved rescuing another cat from a tree and the most anticlimactic ending ever. Something along the lines of, “Cat 1 ran to grab their owners. In the end, Cat 2 (who was stuck in the tree) was okay.”
A few years later, I wrote 1 chapter of a book I named the Season Sisters (think I posted it on that embarrassing old stories forum too.) It was very cringy, but a few months ago during a road trip I actually rewrote it, which was super fun. Now I’m considering redoing it sometime in the future and turning it into an actual novel/la.
Then I wrote a lot of very short beginnings to “novels”. One was about a girl with wolf ears who discovered a wolf who could talk to her in the woods behind her foster family’s home and hid it in her room. 😝 One was about a girl with like… starlight injected into her veins who had to stop the laboratory her birth mother had worked for. One was a Warrior cats fanfic. 😂😂
Most of my early works included wolves, orphans/foster kids, and magical powers. 😅
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I have often said that the first story I “wrote” was a picture book about a fairy that looked like a banana peal. I was between 6-7 at the time, I don’t remember.
My actually “written” stories include several I wrote for school, and some I wrote just for funsies. I found a folder of them recently, and laughed till I cried.
One was about a girl named Sarah and her sister who had a secret fort in the woods and had stick swords that they defended it with. One day their house.. or the bank… was robbed, and they save the day by chasing down the guy with their swords because he thought they were real. The End.
My first “chapter” story was about two-three “chapters” long, and four sides of paper counting the illustrations. It was about the tiniest flying squirrel named Chichi. She wanted to join in a race because she was old enough (like, 7) and very fast, but the two bullies in school (Ha-Na and another that has slipped memory) tell her she’s too small. She is very sad, but her family (ie. brother and parents) convince her not to listen to the meanies. So she races, wins first place, and brings home a huge prize of several thousand chestnuts. She takes a nap. The End.
Then there was a tall tale about the tiniest cat ever who outsmarted the pound owner. And then there was also one I started about a girl who could only speak in song.
So yeah, obstinate, undersized girls with great families (unless they were orphans) and apparently secret powers.
I also wrote poetry. There is one that chronicles a storm, and another about a cat that ate a bird. Then there are several that are so vague and ominous it’s hard to read them without laughing ruefully. (Fun Fact: Rueful was one of my favorite words for a while. As was aggregate/agate)
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Exactly. XD Although, I’m really glad to look back at my old stories now. It’s great for a few laughs.
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