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| PSlugworth Posts: 61/61 |
So you're twenty-seven, huh...
Anyway, I wrote a story about Mega Man for a standardized state test once! Apparently none of the people grading it knew who he was, or that I didn't come up with the characters or anything, because I got a damned good grade from what I remember. I used to write things like the aformentioned Choose Your Own Adventure books, but I wrote them in QBASIC. I liked the idea of text games, but I wasn't an experienced enough programmer as a fourth grader to know how to do anything complex, so it more or less boiled down to "Do you want to go left or right (L or R)?" IF a$ = "R" then 10 else 20. In other words, it was all linear, and as soon as someone made a wrong decision, game over. My friend and I spent hours one night programming "Island Game" -- to this day, my opus! It spawned two sequels, even! In high school I remade it (with graphics, even) for the TI-83+. Maybe if I'd paid attention in class instead of programming games on the calculator I wouldn't have had such a problem with college-level calculus! Ah, well. |
| Higsby Posts: 26/93 |
In grade 6 I wrote a story that the N1 Grand Prix from Mega Man Battle Network 3 inspired me to write. Please don't ask how it turned out...all I can say is that my writing capabilities have gotten much better since then. |
| Proto K Posts: 35/37 |
This brings back memories.
Years ago I wrote a whole lot of crap, and I still have a lot of it in folders around my room. One thing I used to like to do is write walkthroughs and reviews for games (real, or fake), and make up fake cheat codes and stuff. 
Very little of my fiction writings survive now, though. One thing that I found is an old, short "Choose your Adventure" book I wrote a long time ago (I was a fan of those bad Goosebumps "Reader Beware: You Choose the Scare!" books). I don't feel like typing it all out, but here are the first three pages (with original spelling, formatting and everything else): "Science Project From Hell!" Page 1: You are in big trouble! The Science Fair is tomorrow and you don't have a project made yet! Frantacally, you search your house for whatever you can to build SOMETHING. It is late at night and the moon is full outside. You've searched the house completely for parts, so you think that you might find some spare junk outside. You head outside with a flashlight and you begin to search when you feel a hand grab your shoulder! Turn to page 2. Page 2: You drop the flashlight. "AaaaAhhHhh!" you scream. Then you hear a low, but annoying laugh. I know who that is! You think. You turn around. It's your best friend John! "What are you doing here?" you ask. "My parents let me come over and stay the night, because they have to leave on a business trip," he explains. "Can you help me with my project?" you ask. "Ok," he answers. For hours the both of you gather junk and start fitting anything that fits together. Forks, Spoons, Pickle Jars, and even the old, broken toaster that was meant for the garbage. You suddenly remember something! You left your flashlight outside when JOhn scared you! You decide to go get it. It is very dark outside, so you can't see a thing. You make your way to your backyard with John. "Here it is!" John exclaims. "But... what are those?" "What?" you respond. Sitting on the ground beside the flashlight are two glowing things! Go to page 3. Page 3: What are they? You pick them up and examine them. They are like Christmas lights, only MUCH bigger. One glows in a blood red and the other in a radioactive green! "Cool!" John adds. "This is just what I need to finish my project!" you brag. You don't know where these glowing gems came from. But you don't care. It looks so cool, and should be the perfect thing to finish off your project. You and John race back into your house, into your room with your project. The gems are still glowing very brightly. You can also feel them THROBBING in your palms! Uh oh! There's a problem! There is only space enough to fit one gem into your useless machine. Which one will you put in? If you choose the red gem, go to Page 27. If you choose the green gem, go to Page 9. Here is a summary of the rest of the story: "Red Gem Path" - You get transported into "the middle of some Jungle" with John. - The red gem is missing and you can either search a town or "the hills" for it. - If you search the town, you find what appears to be the gem in a shop window for $50,000. You can either try to steal it or leave. - If you steal it, you get caught and realize it is the wrong gem, and some people kill you. The story ends. - If you don't, you get caught in a time warp forever, somehow. The story ends. - If you search the hills, you find the gem in a tiger's mouth. John distracts it and you steal the gem, and both run away from the tiger. You put the gem in the machine and end up home. But John (incorrectly named "Sam" for one line) puts the gem back in and you're transported somewhere else. The story ends. "Green Gem Path" - Nothing happens at first besides a green glow from the machine, but you take your project to school the next morning. The machine and every person in the school vanishes. - John runs in a panic and tells you that your machine turns people into zombies. You can choose to either believe him or not. - If you don't believe him (bad move for these kind of stories), John runs away and you walk into a room full of glowing, green-eyed zombies. They turn you into one of them with your machine. The story ends. - If you believe him, John explains that your machine changes people into zombies. He comes up with the idea that if the green gem were pulled out, everyone would change back to normal. The zombies are after you and John suggests to "Call 911". You can either call the poilce with a phone, or try to find the machine. - If you call the poilce, they arrive quickly but are revealed to also be zombies. They kill you. The story ends. - If you try to find the machine, you realize that you can't go back through the halls. You can either try to find another way, or run outside and try to find help. - If you run outside, the zombies chase after you. You meet up with a man but he appears to be a zombie as well. They surround you, with your machine just out of reach, and are ready to kill you. But.. you find out that it's all just a movie and the zombies are fake, and you become rich and famous. The story ends (and this was the lamest ending I think I ever wrote for anything). - If you try to find another way to the machine, you head down into a dark basement. Before long, you spot a blinking green light. You can either investigate it or ignore it. - If you investigate it, it turns out to be a monster and it eats you. The story ends. - If you ignore it, you keep walking and end up at a fork. You can either go left or right. - If you go left, you find the machine and remove the gem. Nothing happens. You then wake up and realize you've had a nightmare.. but you find out that you and everyone else are zombies. The story ends. - If you go right, you pass out. You wake up in the school and realize that the whole zombie thing was a weird dream, and you haven't come up with a name for your project yet or have any idea what it does. The story ends. There's also two chapters of some Animorphs fanfiction I found lying around, but I'm not even going to bother with that.  |
| Bloodstar Posts: 660/669 |
Originally posted by PCD Oh, how that reminds me of my past writing. ~_~ So, go back to my sixth or seventh grade year. I was kinda boring. So I wrote a story about how life would be for me if I'd somehow grown wings out of nowhere. As you can guess, it dragged on for a while, and I never finished it. I'll probably post it here if I can find it... |
| PCD Posts: 16/30 |
Hahaha... memories... sad, sad memories...
Earlier on, most of my stories were pathetic fanfics. Digimon fanfics. Oh god, I was so obsessed with that show... I had a slough of ideas for characters, situations, and a vague idea of how things would go, but I never could get past writing, like, the prologue. I have a short attention span like that. The first original story I had involved an imp who had for some reason or another been banned from his home, and some emo anthro chick. I never got too far into the plot besides that. Pretty much, the overlying theme is: Original characters, no plot. It was funderful. |
| INSERT COIN Posts: 249/265 |
Somehow, I found my old computer from the storage. There was a huge amount of texts; many were only few lines long but some were longer.
The longest was a parody about LOTR. It included some references as Star Wars and Mein Kampf. Also there was some fantasy stories of Flammefir. Dunno why I got stuck on that name. Nowadays I dont write so much. |
| Rydain Posts: 630/633 |
Funnily enough, my Hi I Am In Sixth Grade And This Is The Future story reminds me of a bunch of back-to-back Ranma episodes...and if I consider it on that level, it actually works. I may have taken it more seriously as a kid, but if I were to read it now, I'd see it as loads of over the top zany fun. If I revive the story - and I'm getting more and more tempted to do so - it will definitely be on that level. Hooray for slapstick, silliness, umpty bazillion new characters that may stick around for more than one chapter if they're amusing enough.
I found some ancient history writing at my mom's house - random stories I hand wrote as a little kid. They had crayon illustrations and lines like "The people in their houses could loaf all they want." To counterbalance that was a paragraph I wrote in first grade about being an archaeologist in Egypt, and I remember the teacher being all impressed because I spelled the word correctly. Woo tangent. |
| Hiryuu Posts: 2378/2480 |
All I can say is -all- of mine sucked. 
The only ones I had going for me in RP that pre-dated this board (yes, I actually had something before I started off in 2002 in the SB/SF) was actually kind of odd in itself and had no real backup and had complete disregard to anything in terms of logic. Those of you who view this forum and know of my SF/SB history would also be interested to know that, yes, Ranma was -NOT- my first choice for a ripoff of character. I doubt many would figure it out because I've really never messed with her since. |
| Rydain Posts: 628/633 |
Way back in sixth grade, I started some never-ending novel that I abandoned some time later in middle school and basically forgot about until I dreamed that somebody made a movie based on it. The story existed on a 5 1/4" floppy that, assuming it still exists, certainly bit rotted into uselessness years ago. Trust me, the world isn't missing much.
As a dorktacular eleven-year-old kid, I was enamored with the Phantasy Star II vision of the future. Minus the entire aspect of the monsters and the end of the world as we know it, of course. I just thought it would be super awesome to live on a place like Motavia, and I loved the aesthetics of the game art. I wound up imagining some of the characters as people from the game. The main character was basically a kid version of Rolf. The data center lady was his mom. The storehouse dude was his dad. The main character was sort of a badass metrosexual. His idea of fashion consisted of jumpsuits, knee high boots, and spiked hair. He could do all the things I wished I could - break dance, flips off the high dive. He had his bratty moments, but I never recognized them as bratty at the time. Later on he wound up with a girlfriend who ever so conveniently looked like me. I was a Mary Sue before the term even existed. The story was basically a young adult novel that never went anywhere, set in the year 2099 on some other planet that was being prepared for human inhabitation (and everyone lived under an enormous dome in the meantime). It was full of random ridiculous situations, some of which came about as a way to vent my anger at dumb kids at school. Yeah, I was a whiny emo nerdling. It wasn't all bad, though. As I recall, the story was intentionally amusing in many places, and I still like the planet I came up with. I'm fond of the main character, too. Way back when, he was some bizarre combination of someone I wanted to be and someone I wanted to date, and of course neither of those things are true today. I remember him sort of like Jason Herkimer in Space Station Seventh Grade - a funny, likable smart aleck who screws up sometimes like any other kid his age. I wonder if I remember enough of the good stuff and forget enough of the garbage to revisit the story and actually do a decent job. Anyone else want to share happy fun embarrassing memories of things they wrote a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? |
