So, do you remember the earliest stories you made when you were real little, regardless if they made any sense?

For me, when I was too young to actually write out words, I drew pictures and explained in a storytelling way what was happening. I was probably about 4 or 5 years old when I made one titled Henry the Dragon. The storyline pretty much went like this:

Henry was a lonely dragon who befriended the Sun (complete with the typical smiley face) and Henry wanted to play with him. However, the sun began to set and was moving away, into the horizon. Not wanting to lose him, Henry tried to chase after the sun, but it was too late. It became nighttime and Henry found himself lost in a dark, scary forest. Trying to find a way out, Henry came across an evil ghost that tries to attack him, but Henry blows fire at it which melts the ghost and kills him. When morning finally came, Henry finally gets out of the forest and found a nearby village. The people of the village become very grateful of Henry since he killed the ghost that was terrorizing them and they have a celebration. It ends with them putting up a statue of Henry in his honor.

What’s funny is that story is the only one from my childhood that had an actual plot, made sense and was all happy and nice. There was another one I made even before that, when I was at that age when I liked drawing on the walls (really, what kid didn’t?). On the wall of our upstairs bathroom of my old house, I drew in black marker very crude, blobby little stick people. The so-called “plot” was that there were two guys fighting. The only pictures I remember was that the loser of the fight got his head cut off by his opponent since there was a stick figure standing there with no head and had two short lines at his sides indicating that blood was spurting out. Another one then showed the winner sitting at a campfire, roasting the loser’s head on a stick over it.

I was at the oldest of 3 when I did this. No, really.

What sucked though is that when I was 12 or so, the walls were painted over since we were preparing to sell the house. Surprisingly, I don’t think I ever got in trouble for that. I have plenty of other ones, but I’ll post those later. So, what are some of yours?

Oh my word. Yes, I do. xD.

In third grade, we all had to write a short story regarding Thanksgiving. Mine was about a turkey whose father was shot and eaten. After that project, I kept writing turkey stories for the longest of times. I'd always name the main turkey Sam, then I proceeded to say that he had a couple hundred brothers and a couple hundred sisters, and I'd go and name every. single. one. No lying here.

Yeah. Those turkey stories are still legend in my family. Other ones that came afterwards usually involved a main character named Spike (after playing a demo of Ape Escape for the PSX, I kept naming all the guys in my stories Spike). One story took place in a mountain range, where my "main party" went to kill monsters (this was before I really played rpgs).

Then there were the stories that I wrote in fifth and sixth grade. The first one was a fantasy story in which my elves were going after a dragon that burned down their village (I actually tried rewriting this a while back. If you go to the Search option and do "Lucifer's Angel" ("The Survivors" for school), that was the one. Anything after the first chapter wasn't included in the original though).

In sixth grade, it was about my main party (this time humans) who were looking for "the gem of Truth" to defeat some bad guy. Can't remember the specifics. I have both stories in those bare books or whatever.

I've had a lot of random stories though. Those are the ones that were my earliest though.

Your stories sound a lot better than mine were, Demiurge, and you were even younger when you wrote those than I was when I wrote mine. xD. Good topic, by the way. =).

Ha, either you guys have good memory or actually really like that stuff. I vaguely recall one I wrote in 4th grade. I've had this problem way back when and still do, where I have an incredibly well planned, thought out story in my head. But my brain isn't able to neatly morph it, so I sort of end up saying all of my ideas at the same time and nothing makes any sense. At least while the stories are in my head, they make perfect sense...to me.

I only vaguely remember writing about a rain drop. The rain drop was sad, not sure why...maybe his parents evaporated in the Arizona heat. But he was sad and crying, but then his tears came alive because they were drops like him. Then he wasn't sad anymore because he had other rain drop friends, so then they were all happy rain drops. There may have been more to it but...I honestly don't remember. I've been trying to forget grade school my whole life to be perfectly honest. XD

That's actually kind of poetic and cute, about the rain drops.

As for having a good memory/liking the stuff, I'd say it's probably more of a good memory thing (for me). Can't say I'm actually fond of anything I've written, haha. If anything, they're embarrassing to look back upon. =P.

Hehe, indeed. I naturally loathe all of my writing. The one thing I've posted on the forum is the only one I can stand. But even then, that's the third reincarnation of the original story. I've redone the whole thing twice before. I wouldn't dare show what I had written before this one to anyone, unless as a lesson on 'What NOT To Do.' XD I was a very sloppy writer, again, with ideas bouncing around everywhere even within chapters. At least I've condensed the past incarnations together. Much better of putting them in flashbacks instead of chapters being all over the place. One chapter was several hundred years ago. Then I jump ahead another couple centuries. Messy business, let me tell you.

Really, Exire, that was actually a really nice one though. For me, too, it’s because I have a really good memory of back then. That and either my parents would always remind me of all the things I came up with and that I found some of these written stories stashed away in the attic, but now I think it’s fun to look back at them, just to see what a weird imagination I had. Oh, and don’t feel too bad. I’m trying to forget all about Jr High, though elementary was pretty bad too.

And your turkey stories sound real funny, Dragon Brigade. Do you still remember the brothers’ and sisters’ names? All 200+?

Well, so here are some more. Believe me, I have a lot. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to be a writer.

When I was old enough to start talking, I told my parents and siblings, completely out of the blue, tales about my “other” family, as if I was actually adopted. I described that I actually had four mothers. Four biological mothers, mind you. One was dead; one did nothing but bake cookies all day and another did nothing but sew. I forgot what the other did. I also had the same amount of fathers, though I only remember that one did nothing but sit around and smoke. Then I had two sisters, named Daniel and Ryan. Daniel did nothing but sleep. Even to this day I have NO IDEA where I got this idea from, though my dad did smoke and my brother’s name is Daniel.

Before we moved, my family had a vacation house in Arizona. At our California home, where I did those stick figure drawings, we had little black ants there which I used to catch and try to make ant farms with. When we went to visit the Arizona house, the ants there were big fire ants, which I also liked to play with. At around 6 or so, I came up with the tale of "Black-Black and Red-Red". In it, Black-Black was a little black ant whom became outcasted in his colony, since the others would always tease him. So he decides to run away, but he was so sad he lost track of where he was going and how far, so eventually he crawled all the way from California to Arizona....yeah. He only came to his senses when he bumps into something and sees a huge red ant towering over him, named Red-Red. Red-Red was friendly to him and invited him to his colony where they both became friends and all the other red ants liked Black-Black because he looked so different to them. I actually thought something like this was possible in real life. I would take a few black ants with me to Arizona and release them by fire ant holes. Ha, who knows what happened to them then.

There was also a little myth I made about the moon that I seriously believed in, since it did kind of make sense at the time. It was that the moon was really made of cheese. And every night, astronauts went to the moon since it was their job to harvest out pieces of it and take it back to Earth, where it was then brought to the market and sold as the regular cheese that we eat. However, the reason the moon became a half moon and a crescent is because the astronauts took too much of it away. So, they would take some of the market cheese back to the moon where they planted it back, and so the moon grew whole again. The saddest thing is, though, I believed this for a very long time.

Nah, not the specific names, but for all of the numerous turkey stories I wrote I had 100 as the clean number for the brothers and sisters. It's actually pretty pathetic, but I suppose it wasn't too useless of an exercise (well...no, it was. >.o.). I can generally think of character names pretty easily now.

I did a lot of fanfics though, for Legend of Dragoon. I never actually wrote them down, so I suppose they can't truly be fanfics, but I always had ideas for alternate paths for characters to take or whatever. Did the same for the tv show Babylon 5.

I actually did that for a long time before I started really writing again (which was mostly when I joined this forum, so that would be almost two years ago), even though that sounds a bit lame. I did a lot more brainstorming than I did actual writing. Now I do more writing than I ever really did before.

This is why they made things called outlines. Where you sit down, write all of your ideas down on a sheet of paper, outline a course of events, so forth, etc.

And kinda. The earliest I can remember was a terrible fantasy book I wrote at my aunt's house. And oh my lord, it was so generic and miserable...hahaha

And kinda. The earliest I can remember was a terrible fantasy book I wrote at my aunt's house. And oh my lord, it was so generic and miserable...hahaha


Hey, it can't be that bad. With crap like Eragon raking in millions, maybe you can cash in by claiming that it was an epic you wrote at a young age. It worked once, so it's bound to work again.

I wrote The Eye of Argon. Don't believe anyone who says otherwise. It was my work. Shut up. It wasn't copyrighted. Of course it wasn't. Because I wrote it. At the age of 3, in a language I didn't even speak by banging my hands on the keyboard. You know how an infinite amount of monkeys with typewriters can make complete works of shakespeare? I pulled that ##### off. By myself. In 1970. At the age of 3. That's 23 years before I was actually three.

http://www.dcs.gla.ac.uk/SF-Archives/Misc/Eye_Of_The_Argon

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I just wanted to share that wankery so all you self hating writers wouldn't doubt yourself so much.

And all of MY ACTUAL earliest stories were on this site when I was 11, and there was a lot of them, so I didn't bother remembering them.

Yeah, the second I sent in that reply I then thought "Wait--Eye of Argon was much worse than that!!" Oh well. Why does it seem that the fantasy genre always gets the infamously bad books?

My first story was based on some blood lineage of half-demons and how they roamed about in the earth as everyday human beings. Essentially it sucked soo, much I never finished it. Though I rarely finish majority of my stories anyway.