Haha...the first story I wrote outside of school was about five stereotypical girls who had magical powers and had to go on a journey to find themselves because some old woman told them they had to. Oh, and of course I had the maniacal, English-accented, posh super-evil bad...girl...who wanted to kill them. It was pretty much a basketful of stereotypes.
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The earliest I can remember... well, it's actually a rather amusing anecdote.
When I was in first grade, we had to write a personal narrative (of course, it wasn't called that at the time). A lot of people wrote about their families or their friends or their pet dog Rudy. Me? Well, I didn't think a first grader who had skipped kindergarten and was born in Arizona and moved to Delaware because her dad got transferred was interesting enough to write about.
So I made up a story about my house in Delaware burned down and we had to go live with our neighbours.
So imagine my mother's surprise when, at Parent-Teacher Conferences, my teacher takes her aside and says, "I'm so sorry about the fire."
I'm kind of proud of that, actually. ^^
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You see, I always wanted (and still do) to be a writer but I also loved Lord of the Rings...
See where this is going? Yup, it was called "A Knight's Quest". It involved a man named "Heratook" who visited a man, informed him that the world is about to be overthrown if he doesn't destroy a box that can only be destroyed by throwing into some blood. Oh ye, it was a page long!
Gotta love 7 year-old wannabes!
"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction." ~ Oscar Wilde
I don't even remember their names but in the story this girl, a fair in human form had a guardian. She fell in love with him some how and he told her she had to kill him. She ran away and killed so many people. When the guardian found her again her wings were nearly destroyed and when he tried to talk to her she attacked him. He was being defencive and finally got her to look at him. She had been blind with rag. She had tried to kill him but couldn't. I don't remember what happens in the end. And I wrote it last summer when I was bad at writing.
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I wrote it in first grade. It was called The Jaguar and the Bobcat. It was about a nice little bobcat the accidently went into the Jaguar's cave, and then the jaguar killed him. I was a demented little kid. But the pictures were nice.
It was about Rosie, Amy, Caitlin and Tessa and their horses. One day they entered a competition, and the evil Polly entered as well. But Polly lost and everything worked out fine.
Actually... it was a while before I wrote about anything other than horses.
*Don't expect to see me around much in the next couple of weeks. School has started again, and it'll be a couple of weeks before I've settled in. If you've asked me for a critique, you will get it, but not for a little while. Sorry*
It was either one about mermaids or an orphan girl who got adopted and went to live on a farm, or it was about a girl with an annoying little brother who always asked difficult questions. I forget which one came first. What I do remember about them is that they sucked, and I knew that they sucked. That's why I didn't continue with them.
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I don't actually remember writing it, but my mother showed me a story once that I'd written in kindergarten or first grade. In it, I am playing on the playground on a windy day, when one particularly powerful gust sweeps me up and carries me away to Sandy Beach. Then, it blows me to the library. After that, it blows me right into my own backyard and I get to stay home. That's the oldest documented story by Professor Rabbit. =^.^=
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The earliest story I can actually remember, albeit vaguely, is one that I wrote in probably first grade. I don't recall a lot of details, but it started out rhyming, and it was about someone who lived in a giant hamburger, which I believe wound up taking off into space. I was a weird little kid. Read too many books.
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Well, my first story was a bit...odd.
It began with the basec idea that I got around second grade, but I never really officially wrote it until fourth.
The story--I am embarrassed to say, was about a dog named--guess what--Super Dog.
And his band of merry preteens/teens called Team Dog. And the whole purpose of the story was them fighting this...cat...named...well, I won't tell you what his name was because it was way too stupid. I eventually changed it to L.B.E., though.
It turned out to be one honkin' block of chapter after chapter (I have no clue why I didn't paragraph). And the whole story lasted until page 339...when I considered my maturity level above the ideas and quit on it...
"The difference between the right word and almost the right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." -Mark Twain
The first book I ever wrote I wrote with my best friend Travis. It was called "Thu Dum Gai" (misspelled on purpose), and it was about this totally idiotic guy who caused a lot of trouble. We were both in fifth grade, I believe, but we misspelled every word in the book the best we could.
It was pretty ambitious, actually; our books that we wrote were filled with puns and plays on words.
My first all-words story -- maybe when I was six or seven?-- was about a girl who was taken out of this world to become a guardian of a kingdom, possibly sacrificing herself at the end. I don't know. I didn't get very far, but I remember the plot and magic system details very clearly.
Other than that, I wrote fake "American Girl" books ("Meet [Sumi]" XD), I entered a picture book called "The Friendly Dragon" into a contest when I was eight. It lost. I'm not really sure which of all these came first.
Ooh, it was a good one--seventeen pages long, in painfully huge handwriting. "The Easter Bunny Goes to Washington D.C." Total plot spoiler right there. (He visits every memorial except for the Korean War one, and also gets to meet Benjamin Franklin.)
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