Stories you wrote as a kid

When I was a little kid, I made a lot of stories. Mostly about my favorite stuffed animal Toffy, or some characters I made up- Nina Pig; Spy Pig; Pig, Duck and Mouse (I seem to have had a thing for pigs as a kid); and more characters I don't remember. Sometimes I just made them up on the spot.

I had a binder full of stories, I remember them well. Man were they weird, and they were really just pictures I stapled together. But I made one like every single night.

Then in, I want to say second grade, after some kid's horror writer visited our school, I got inspired to make my own horror story staring my entire class fighting an enemy called the BBQ Ghost who was doing everything For the Evulz. I wrote like three stories about it. Strangely enough, even back then I knew making an Author Avatar Mary Sue wasn't good so a lot of the heroic stuff was done by people who weren't me.

So yeah. Anyone else have any "stories" they made as a kid? How did they turn out? Do you remember any interesting details?

edited 15th Jun '14 6:36:11 PM by Sibuna

There was one I wrote where the main character finds out he's secretly the long-lost heir to the throne of a kingdom of fire elementals.

Okay that actually sounds cool.

Thank you. :) I actually need to rewrite it one of these days.

I wouldn't rewrite any of my really old kid stories because I have totally forgotten the plots to all of them save for a few details. The oldest ones were "written" when I was about five.

edited 15th Jun '14 8:29:29 PM by Sibuna

A four-page "play" that I wrote when I was 9, that somehow survived 18 years of terrible housekeeping and constant random purges of my own detritus.

You can read it here◊.

I came up with a few stories already as a kid, yes. But I never wrote most of them down.

Let's see...

• A story about Earth being invaded by psychic-powered super soldiers renegade that fled to the moon decades ago.
• A story about a necromancer Villain Protagonist Antichrist-ish who controls an entire city of dead-but-subsequently-resurrected populace, who fights an even more evil warlord backed by his vast legion. As grimdark as a grade 7's storytelling can get.

None of these are written to a substantial level of completion. A good thing, I guess.

edited 16th Jun '14 9:23:08 PM by arreimil

I didnt start writing until I was in high school.

My first ever sort-of original story (not a retelling or summary of some other story) that I put to paper was made when I was in second grade. There was a trend among the students in that class for making stories about the class hamsters, Peaches and Cream. I also got to go to Walt Disney World that year and was pretty obsessed with it, so what did I do? Why, I wrote a story about Petting-Zoo People-ized versions of Peaches and Cream going to Disney!

I recall it getting attention from the teacher for its illustrations, one of which depicted the highway entrance gate to the property◊ in one-point perspective. Didn't know it was that strange for a seven-year-old to make note of perspective.

edited 19th Jun '14 7:21:46 PM by CrystalGlacia

Hardly any of my earlier stories were original, but i did come somewhat close to being original with two cases: a story about my dog who ran away and "TV series" of sorts about my brother and myself as spies.

I even tried my hand at writing a tv series based on the Balto movies

When I was in 3rd or 4th grade I wrote an impressive number of pages for a novel that was essentially set in the Warriors series but with all OCs. (the Big Bad was obviously plagarized from Scourge) I gave up after a while because I was 8 and had no idea what "having an idea of what the plot is going to do before you start writing" was)

I tried reading through it a while ago (it's been almost 10 years) and I've realized how rodicuously complicated the plot was. Having knowledge of stuff like the Bechdel Test and stuff makes it especially cringey (basically every female single character was either someone's mom or a love interest and had one personality trait at the most. It was bad) and I'm female, which makes it especially terrible.

I could read at four, so I was trying to write at four. Can't remember much about what I wrote then, but I'm guessing very basic.

When I was about 7, I started writing my own major story which was a very lengthy rambling Science Fiction "adventure" involving characters based on pretty much everyone I knew - who would get killed off when I was pissed off with the person they were based on and brought back to life with advanced medical techniques when we made up. Some were Killed Off for Real - several times in the case of a couple of them...

That epic got lost so I can't even look back at it and laugh (though I suspect I'm more likely to cringe.)

When I was around 10, and our teacher had us writing short stories, I'd twist them into Science Fiction stories, even when the teacher deliberately gave out extremely boring mundane opening lines to discourage me from doing so.

So, the guy might start out just opening the fridge but if there wasn't some wacky science fiction-y stuff happening by the second paragraph, I'd let myself down.

The teacher actually ended up outright banning me from writing SF in front of the class.

Hard to think why he did that as he gave me very high marks for a couple of those science fiction stories and commented on my innovative approach.

One he especially liked, and of which I was quite proud, I've rewritten - I can't find the original anywhere but I remember the premise so I reworked it, putting in things such as motivations, conflict, character development etc that were absent from the original.

There was a writing contest (exept it wasn't writing contest) and short story even shorter I still keep getting bad flashes when thinking about Lord Of The Rings.

Not quite as a kid, but I remember writing in 7th grade a story about a teenager who receives the power of lightning by fusing with an alien artifact that dropped on his backyard, and must find pieces of God while fighting off a band of superpowered assassins (on retrospect, considering sheer scale of their power, they would not count as assassins), with equally superpowered allies, one of them including a girl who can transform into a dragon.

I only got around writing about, what, 30 pages of it? Strangely enough, that was the time when I just started to properly use English; I'm not a native English user, and that was the year I arrived at US. Maybe it was way of the Powers That Be saying that I was destined to be an English writer. I wish I can find those papers (yeah, I wrote them with pencils). The chances are that it will make me cringe so bad, but who knows. XD

Mm, long long ago I drew, colored, and stapled together a comic about a giant Scorpion-shaped vessel which roamed the galaxy devouring planets and assimilating their populations into its own. Forget what exactly happened, but I think it was attacked by another large vessel which led to a battle between their captains, ending with the scorpion thing stepping on the bad guy.

I think my mother still has it tucked away in some box filled with mementos of my childhood. Luckily for the comic, because if I got my hands on it it'd go in the trash. Embarrassment.

I remember being 9-10 years old, just sitting at my computer, writing stories with plots from mundane things like a kid breaking his leg to absolutely absurd stuff a la Dr. Seuss.

I'm not gonna lie:a story about a hunter fucking a bear then a bear fucking the hunter;fucking hunters and bears with other bears and hunters ensued

That sounds like something I'd write now.

You were a demented kid...

When I was a kid, I wrote my first book and then my second - both were barely more than twenty or thirty pages.

The first book dealt with an eldritch abomination and his legion of Mecha-Mooks. Said abomination is defeated with power derived from "the blue moon". The second book involved a carbon copy of Power Rangers villain Dark Spectre (though more human sized), an expy of Riku, a speedy rehash of Final Fantasy VII's plot complete with "Jeneva", with Evil vs. Evil coming into play in a bizarre way^note Abruptly, as soon as "Jeneva" entered the plot, Spectre decided he hated Jeneva more than he hated the heroes...that, and something about her "intruding in his business"., and then a Sith Lord appears to seal the protagonist's real mom in crystal.

...My early stories were not very coherent.

edited 16th Oct '14 6:01:05 PM by NickTheSwing

I've been creating stories - not all of them "written" as such - in some way since I was 3 or 4, I think. The earliest one I know about that still exists was about a family of mice that lived in a streetlight, which they operated like a lighthouse. There was no actual plot, but my teacher apparently liked it.

More interesting in terms of relevance to what I write now was a 7-page story I wrote when I was 8 or so about an Alien Invasion in the "near future". It made something of a point of having the creepy insectoid alien invaders turn out to merely be invading because of one evil leader, and after his death they made peace with humans, which actually closely parallels the comics I wrote much later (and which my current project derives from) in terms of both plot and in having the aliens' morality not be determined by their appearance.

Even before the four-page play I linked to upthread, there was a writing project we had when I was in 3rd grade. We each had to write a one-or-two page story. I made mine about a guy named "Victorious Vinnie" who always won every game he played. The story mainly consisted of him winning the games at a roller skating rink near my (now late) grandmother's house. I had a copy of it, but it got lost two moves ago.

Stretching the definition of "kid" a bit, I became a lot more productive around ages 11-13. Off the top of my head:

• A comic called "Cool Cat" about a cat who gains tie-dye fur that's also waterproof because cats hate water. I remember that I ran out of ideas halfway, so I made a B-comic about an ant and a mouse who called each other names. That didn't even fill out the rest of the book, so I just took to writing one word per page for the next 8 pages. I know I threw this one out because I hated it.

• A collection of short stories. I thought it was Lost Forever, but it turned up when I moved. It included:
  • A jokey comparison of the men's and women's restrooms at the high school (the former is actually dirtier than an outhouse; the latter is fancy and clean enough to live in)
  • A parody of the "Ask Ashley" segments on All That that escalated to her swearing like a sailor
  • A jokey "scientific" story about farts that was "inspired" by my mother's friend's story about the "crack problem" (i.e., plumber's crack) in America
  • A story that I originally wrote separately called "The Store That Was", with a guy lamenting an abandoned grocery store and one of its workers, who is now a sad withered up old man at a bar; I later thought it was too depressing so I tacked on an All Just a Dream ending
  • An "observational" "essay" on change. One of the things that led me to write it was that an old abandoned barn by my house got torn down for a motel, and I wanted the barn back because it was familiar

• An unfinished Harry Potter fanfic where my mom and I pick him, Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid up at a local airport. I actually stopped to complain about a local interchange that I thought was poorly built. I stopped writing after a scene of them having dinner with me at a Burger King. Oddly, I wrote this one on notebook paper instead of the computer. (And to think that I could've ended up beating My Immortal to its own game had I finished... )

• Another notebook paper story based on an installment of Michigan Chillers, a kiddie "horror" series taking place in Michigan. One installment took place on Mackinac Island and had a boy find an "Otterpuss" (otter/octopus). I thought that was awesome, since I had just discovered that otters are my favorite animal, so I wrote my own story about a guy finding a family of them in a cave full of water. The books are targeted for 7 year olds and here I was writing quasi-fanfic of them at 13...

In 2nd grade I made a story about a pet that ate people. Pretty disturbing in hindsight.

I remember I had an assignment where I had to write a short story that involved as many words beginning with F as possible. So I wrote a story about Firby the Fish, and somewhere in there, I used the word "flerbinger". For the life of me, I can't remember what the hell that was.

I also once wrote a story where James Bond marries Harley Quinn. If I hadn't gone to rehab a few years ago, I'd probably still be drinking to try and forget that one; it was a pretty goddamned stupid story, and it went on for, like, ten goddamned pages.

I'm a tabletop gamer, so most of the storylines and characters I write are geared towards that goal.

When I was about 11, I wrote a fantasy medieval adventure plotline where cultists had trapped a water elemental in an underground well below a city. They were manufacturing large quantities of a mind-control potion, and then pouring them into the water elemental's pool.

The plan was to release the water elemental as a rain cloud which would allow the cult to seize mind control of the entire city. The players foiled the plot, set the water elemental free, and captured the cultists.