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every once in a while i think about this one time when i was at least 7-8 and i wrote my mom a “grocery list”, all it said was “all the fruits goodbye” probable some of the most poetic words i’ve ever written
When I was 5, I “wrote” a story that I was very proud of, and asked my kindergarten teacher to read it. She sat everyone down on the carpet do so in front of the class while she sat in her rocking chair, and I stood next to her, in front of everyone. She seemed very excited to read it, and so was I. Then she opens it. Her face falls, and I get concerned. I don’t know what’s wrong. Apparently, all the “words” I had written were just scribbles. Not even illegible kindergarten-handwriting, I mean literal wavy lines. The kind you make to _imitate_ writing. I was so embarrassed, and surprised, like I didn’t know I had done that. I genuinely thought I had been writing and was shocked to see I hadn’t. I don’t remember what the heck I thought I was writing, but I do remember it was on a hot pink sticky-note pad and had at least one drawing of a horse.
Aw that's kind of adorable in a sense - kids sometimes don't know the difference between pretending to do something and actually doing it. My little cousin used to bring us papers where he'd written a bunch of letters in a row (he knew some letters, but didn't know how to spell), and he'd ask us to read them to him. I think he thought he might have actually written something, but he needed us know what he'd written. My older cousin (probably about 6 or 7 years old) dutifully read out every line for him no matter how many times he asked, phonetically. Even though it was all nonsense. XD
that whole thing is honestly full of pretty good lines! "they tell tales of your beauty, but really it's just the way you are" is probably my favourite
@@dumaass _"Potter, " Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die. -- I've lost my leg."_ Why did they skip that in the movie adaptation!?!?
When I was pretty little, my Grandma made up these stories about a character called Sammy Seagull for me. There was a LOT of lore, including immortality orange juice (of my invention) and Sammy’s delinquent, dumpster-diving cousin, Lester. When we went to their vacation house together in the summer for a bit every year, I sometimes got to help make up the stories. And one time, when we had gone home for the summer and they hadn’t yet, I decided to make a Sammy Seagull story all by myself for her, maybe as a surprise (I don’t remember). I wrote it in a Disney notebook, and it’s still in the basement to this day. It’s only a page long, and in it, Sammy, his wife, Shelly, and probably some of their children go to rescue some seagulls from this monster. Pretty standard stuff, right? But when they get to where the monster is, the seagulls have already been eaten, so they just hold a memorial service. THAT’S HOW IT ENDS. I quite literally couldn’t hurt a fly as a child, I do not know where this came from, but I think about it at least once a month
I attempted to write an autobiography when I was seven. At that age, I really didn't any life experiences to write about, but I have saved the title should I write an autobiography as an adult: "My Damn Life."
When I visited my old home I saw a book I wrote when I was 6/7 and I saw in my terrible childish handwriting that still hasn’t changed yet: “Horrid Henry is armed and ready”
Sounds like a lot of autistic kids I've met who don't understand how to convey emotions yet. Statements of fact work better. Source: me being an autistic kid who also did this shit
I remember when I was a lot younger and my autism was still undiagnosed I wrote a story in one of my journals about a little girl (definitely not me) who was “socially disabled” and everyone hated her and I think the story ended with her dying alone but I don’t remember. Anyway that was interesting to find a decade later 😅
I wrote a story called "Toad in Jail" when I was like 8. Its a picture book with Toad from Super Mario having a bunch of dead bodies in his house. And then the whole fucking government shows up with a swat team. And he gets thrown in a jail cell. Yeah I started medications at 9 if you were wondering
When I was 7, me and my sister sang something called The Toilet Song that we made up. If went like this: "Standing on the toilet" "Nice and tall" "Dancing on the toilet" "Nice and tall" "And then you fall in" "SPLASH" "Splash" "splash"
I had to write a fact book about lions in class once when i was 6 or 7. I spelt lions as "Loins". Example of this was "A lot of male loins have lots of hair, it is called a mane"
when I was a kid I found a vhs tape at our house labeled "The Loin King" and when I asked to watch it my mom had to explain that it wasn't the movie I thought it was. all I knew was that a loin was a body part so I asked if it was a horror movie and she said yes. I imagine she gave my dad a talking to later about leaving his porn sitting out
when I was like 5 I read a book called walk two moons (excellent book btw) but the main character got into an argument with someone and she drew a picture of them hanging by a noose in a tree, which started the most demented habit of mine that got me psychologically evaluated at 8 after my mom found a box of like 3 notebooks full of drawings of people hanging in trees 💀
I wrote a short story in class when I was seven. I asked my mum a few months ago to look through my old school stuff for me and she came across it. What stuck out to me was the misspelling of furious as throrrelas and the fact that the baddie, a fox, "split himself in two" in anger when his prisoner escaped
when I was 8 or 9 I wrote a story about a half man, half chicken hybrid. He was gifted a chicken as a pet but ended up marrying her instead. Truly a literary masterpiece. It was illustrated too
Me and my sister once wrote a story about a fairy named Rosepettle and her friend Jacksonpettle. Yes, it was supposed to be "petal". It starts when Rosepettle hatches from an egg and and shakes the goop of her wings. We wrote a lot of stories, actually, including one where someone drank hot chocolate from a bowl, but the boys were always named Jack or Jackson. My sister who named the characters only knew one boy other than our dad, who was of course named Jackson.
yes!!! I recently found a story i wrote when i was like 7 and it was literally just “this is puffer and his pet. he puts his pet in a spaceship. the pet died. the end.”
As a child, I began to write a story called "Wow, a 50 Foot Cow!" and all of the stories on here made me think of it. I also wrote a book about a group of mice and rats who were friends and lived in the same apartment building and one went missing. I named some of the rats and mice after nicknames my brothers gave each other and me, and also our goldfish who was called "Big Pappa". I need to find those one day, they're probably hilarious
Interesting. Most people who would give WWE wrestlers fantasy crossover companions would choose Pokémon; they’re much easier to match to a character gimmick, like Gym Leaders.
One of my favorite ways to entertain myself in elementary school was to create stories in Google Slides that were 70% or more imagery. And when I wasn’t using the shape tools to draw stick figures, iPads cosplaying as iPhones, and horrifically misshapen dogs, I was collecting my imagery from Google Images. As a result, many of the images I found were either abysmal resolution, or had white backgrounds on them. But I never bothered to find better images. Unironically one of the funniest images I have ever created comes from one such powerpoint, and it’s funny for all the wrong reasons. Imagine, if you will, a crunchy, stretched JPEG of Squidward Tentacles, with two high-resolution tennis ball PNGs with white backgrounds pasted over his eyes. The cherry on top: the words "TENNIS BALLS" plastered in black Arial across poor Squidward’s forehead.
About a month ago I found a story book I wrote for my sister when I was 10. It was about a giraffe named George who sold every kind of gun in the world and one day a glue gun malfunctioned and shot him in the neck which made his neck permanently stuck in a squiggly shape. The other giraffes bullied his so relentlessly for it that he moved away and joined the circus. The best part is that I was severely dyslexic as a child, so I spelled 'giraffe' differently every single time I wrote it. The book's title read "Gorge the Genrare" and the following are all of my attempt as spelling giraffe: Genrare, Genraf, Grafe.
Well I once wrote a story (age 5-6) about “Bab the plecmn”. Took now-me a week and three illustrations of a man wearing blue to figure out that- _oh!,_ Bob is a _policeman…_
When I was like 8, I made a story about a Japanese girl who once tortured her friends, and to become a better person she had to wear a magical kimono from what I remember.
My parents won't let me forget the time my Brownie pack got a letter from HRH D&D of Cambridge for sending in some cards for the royal wedding, and I was SO jealous that I didn't get to marry Prince William and become a Princess that I SCRIBBLED OUT PRINCESS KATE'S NAME 😂💀
4:08 i nearly died of laughter man jesus fucking christ, the delivery is so bloody brilliant, the voice with which you read "notes to self", the few seconds pause during which i started to hypothesise what could be there, and just as soon as i thought that it being blank would be fucking hilarious, you reveal that this shit is actually a blank page, i am so bloody glad that i watched it not during the night cuz all the neighbours would have been pissed for all the laughter noise and my flatmate would have strangled me in my sleep and shat on my chest
When I was 12, I basically wrote a crack-fic involving Audrey Hepburn, Barney the Dinosaur, Snoopy, and Bill Nye the Science Guy. In this story, Ms. Hepburn and Barney are a couple. Bill Nye and Morgan Freeman bond over a shared love for science, become besties, prance around Morgan’s apartment in tutus and watch Titanic together. And it all ends with everyone traveling to Australia where Bill becomes apart of The Society of “The” Names (other members include Larry the Cable Guy, Sonic the Hedgehog, and Bindi the Jungle Girl) and all of them singing “Africa” by Toto (Note: this story was written 5 years before that song became a meme).
*I remember when I was elementary school, I wrote a series of stories of me going through time in a time machine and in one of the stories I knocked on a door to a house and whoever should open it but BENJAMIN HARRISON! I got so excited at meeting him that I fainted. Can't remember what else I wrote in my adventures, but I remember that particular event.*
When I was 4 years old I wrote a story called “Do you have money at your house” and it was about a kid that got a penny from doing chores, and decided to go around town and brag to everyone about his money by laughing hysterically in their faces when they said that they didn’t. Then everyone calls the boys mother and tells him what he did and the mom wrote all over the penny so that he couldn’t use it anymore. Truly peak fiction.
@@10-year-oldcalculus19 I would draw a bunch of pictures and then take photos of them with my dads camera and then he would combine them and I would voice over them in Adobe Aftereffects. Then we would burn it into a disc. I have a ton of movie that I made.
When I was about 9 I wrote a murder mystery with donuts, and a fight between snoopy and the red barren. Both got 100s. I’ve always been a good writer with execution, but the plot has always been chaotic. I guess nothing has changed eh?
When I was a kid, I wrote a story about a crow that refused to migrate during the winter, he almost froze to death, and a kindly family took him into their home and saved his life. My sister read the story and said, “Crows don’t migrate.”
@@Keznen 🫢 Silly six-year-old me. I should have specified which species of crow. 💀 Thanks for the heads-up for the next time I write a story about crows. 👍
Cursed story written by 5-year-old me: “Once upon a time there was a plant and a tree. Then a wizard came and turned them into a boy rabbit and a girl rabbit. They went to their lands, and suddenly they met up again. Then another wicked wizard came and he turned the boy rabbit into a bad rabbit who turned the girl rabbit into a dead rabbit, and she was dead forever. THE END.” The worst part is this was five year old me’s DREAM 💀
Little-kid-me knew early on that I wanted to be a writer. However, she wrote a confusingly wholesome story about a pony, and I refused to believe it was written by me.....until it got to the very last page, in which the pony's owner (some random little girl) was killed off by a vampire. Addendum: Aside from another story (which was about a girl having to go buy magical sugar for a healing tea, when some animal person she was friends with got sick), I continued trying to make sense of what else I wanted to write. Didn't realize until I started hitting double digit age that half of what I had been writing was fan fiction...
I found an old diary once from when I was in third grade. The entry for May 22, 2015 simply read: “I am bored. I will name this day Meat Shank Mind Day.” I cannot stop thinking about this.
I used to make up holidays, and one was Kimploni on January 14. It was a holiday celebrating shrimp and fish, where people would thank them for being delicious ingredients for food, or, and I quote, “kiss fishbowls with their pet fish.” As far as I know, “Kimploni” is not a real word.
I love that it's actually a good idea well constructed and mostly executed just fine, and then, suddenly, there's the weirdly mundane and clunky phrasing of that last line. It's like a dancer coming up with a nice choreography, performing it quite well most of the way, and then just walking to the final spot.
When i was eight, I made cards, containing very vulgar drawings and text, with names such as "I will summon an ancient Egyptian God to eat your pancreas". I made this kind of thing into a FIFTY-SIX PART SERIES. Edit: That was during the summer holidays after I had finished year 3, and when we started year 4, we had to write a short story about kids going to a summer camp. I made mine about one of the waitresses putting the kids one by one in a meat grinder and serving their corpses in burgers. The head mistress suspended me for that.
That reminds of a comic series me and my friend made called Crowbar Tales. We would take turns drawing them and pass them to each other in class. There were two rules to make one though, there had to be a crowbar or a play on words involving crowbars and the second rule was someone had to die a violent and gory death.
When I was a kid, me and the neighbor kid started a "band", and since we were big fans of Kiss, well, we called ourselves... Kiss. We pretended to be Kiss, I guess. I distinctly remember the lyrics (we only wrote a bunch of lyrics, of course neither of us could play instruments at the time) to a song called "Bombing Houses". It went as follows. Ahem. "Bombing houses, it's not so fun because it's just my dad who says I should bomb houses But now it's time for me to leave and never see him again, yeah!" That was the whole song. Absolute masterpiece if I say so myself.
I recently moved and someone that was purchasing one of our old fancy bookshelves lifted it up to see a note underneath from who knows how long ago that just simply said, "you smell."
When we were cleaning out one of the barns on my grandpa’s family farm that’s straight up older than the country we live in there was a message written on the wall dated 1909 that just said, “John was here” lol.
In grade 5, I had to write a report about King George III of England. I mentioned that he was formerly “Prince of Whales.” My mother never let me live that one down.
I have some old elementary school notebooks where little me wrote about slaughtering pigs, a robe that's red like the blood of my enemies, and worst of all, a drawing of a little bird-man named "kink"
about 15 years ago, the author Michael Kelly wrote a wonderful article about his early attempt at a spy novel (written at the age of 8) that he'd recently rediscovered he's the man behind behind "My Godawful Life" and the stories about Roy Orbison wrapped in clingfilm; the article is called "The Spy Who Borrowed My Car" some highlights - * instead of "he said", the younger Kelly preferred to use the construction "qoute he" (misspelling both "quote" and the word he meant, which was "quoth") * the main character, a James Bond or Simon Templar-like secret agent called Brendan Abraham, claims to have seen combat in Northern Ireland, Newcastle and the Lake District * a good 10% of the book is the main character arranging to borrow other people's cars, as he doesn't have one himself * and this sentence cracked me up: "At one point the confusion reaches new heights with the appearance of a couple of murderous drug-smuggling villains with the not-quite-sinister names of Boris Hampshire and Brian Simon Whitmore."
@@emmahealy4863 in the author's own words, "In fairness to my juvenile self, this would have been pre-urban-regeneration Newcastle [ca. 1978], and as for the Lake District... mountain country. Bandits. The thing is I've always been a stay-at-home type and tend to regard anywhere more than a few miles from where I live as fraught with peril. "
SAME 8:38 “Ten one oh eight… you were being mean to mean in the morning, mean mean mean, like a evil machine.” I even thought about it in math class and I tried not to laugh like some weirdo. 💀
In kindergarten i used to make "books" it was two pieces of paper folded and stapled together. One of them was about christmas and it had santa clause and said "im coming for you!!" And now im afraid of my 6 year old self
When I was like 10 I got a story published on the school newspaper. It was something like this: There was a frog that didn't eat flies and a fly that didn't eat poop. The other frogs and flies hated them. So they went to China and ate vegetables with chopsticks. -The end. And that was the creative peak of my life.
I used to be obsessed with ancient Egypt when I was 8 and I recently found my old drawing of my “ancient Egypt fursona" (that's probably the best way I can describe it) from like 2010 😭😭 no wonder I was getting bullied at school
This reminds me of the fact that my brother used to ask the most incredible questions when he was a kid, including "Do cats drink coconut milk?" "When a baby's born, how will the mummy know what the baby's wearing?" And "How did Diesel (our dog) get the holes in his nose? You know, the ones where he breathes?" There was also this line of thought "Why can't birds fly underwater? Maybe they can, and you just can't see them. Unless you're in a submarine. But it doesn't have any windows so you still couldn't see them. [long pause] Do submarines have windows?"
I wrote a story when I was like ~8-10 about a wasp that really wanted to be a bee (because everybody hates wasps but bees are useful and widely loved). Then a good fairy appears and tells her that she can grant her that wish, but she needs to really consider it carefully because unlike wasps, bees die when they sting someone. The wasp is like that's fine, I still want it, so the fairy turns her into a bee. The (now) bee is thrilled, she flies around, makes honey and all that happy bee stuff, BUT THEN something happens, I don't remember if she's reckless and gets too close to a human or if it's a complete coincidence, but basically she's about to be hit or squished by a person and out of instinct and habit, she stings... and dies. The end... Idk what the moral was supposed to be... Be(e) yourself and don't try to be someone you're not...? I'd love to know how I came up with it lol
Fun fact, Bee stingers are designed for smaller insects and not large thick skin of mammals. A bee stinging another insect means they can pull it back out and be perfectly fine, but when stinging a human, trying to get it out is a pain, so they end up ripping off a part of their backside when they try to pull out. That's what kills them. However, if a bee is smart enough (and the human doesn't immediately smack them), a bee can carefully rotate and get it's stinger out from human skin safely. There are videos of this. (And it's better since it doesn't leave any swelling) Just a little fun fact.
When I was 6 I made a book “series” where each book was just one of those stapled-together folded book things. I spent a lot of effort on the covers. They are all completely blank.
I was cleaning my room before we redid it last year and I found the worst Warrior Cats fanfic i could have ever written. Mary Sue oc? Yep. Angst? yep. anything you can think of for a 12 year old's first fanfic to impress a girl she liked, before realizing he wasnt even a girl himself (and also said girl stopped talking to me after I confessed). I also found a lot of old books i was trying to write that were similarly angsty and gorey. I was a fucked up kid...
In my second grade class, we were assigned to write something cool about being in nature. I wrote "if you die in the woods, you'll get eaten by a turkey vulture". The teacher got mad but I still think that's pretty cool.
when I was like 12 I wrote a story about a kid who is with his friend in a crowd, they get separated, and he later sees his friend with a clone of himself. He eventually convinces his friend he’s the real one and they shoot the clone but later he finds out he was the clone and gets survivors guilt over having killed the original and replaced him
@@mushroomeep684 i think so, i think it was just a cool story they thought up. i don't think anyone would've asked that question if it was an adult who wrote it
When I was like, 6, I had a "book series", I wrote/drew called "Super Dog". About a 2-inch-tall dog with super powers who defended the world from evil (usually giant animals) One story I was fond of re-making ended with our titular hero stabbing a snake to death with his Wolverine Claws, including a lovely illustration of the snake bleeding to death. Another favorite of mine ended with an evil witch being boiled alive. The villains who didn't meet a grisly end were a dog-cat hybrid who turned evil after being cast out by society, an evil cat who wanted to just cause destruction, and an evil dog with whom he would often team up with, fittingly named "Villain Cat", "Villain Dog", and "Evil Cat Dog", respectively. Recurring characters included such emotionally compelling individuals like: Power Pup, Super Dog's 5-year-old sister who snuck out with him on dangerous missions; Super Cat and Cat Kid, basically just Super Dog and Power Pup but genderbent and cats, friendly rivals to the main heroes; Fish-dog, a dog with a fish tail instead of a dog tail who was born as a tadpole with dog ears to two normal dog parents before undergoing a metamorphosis, she was the main love interest; and the townspeople, distinguishable only by the color of their fur: Pink Dog, Yellow Dog, Red Dog, Blue Dog, Green Dog, Purple Dog, Teal Dog, Light Blue Dog, White Dog, and Mayor Black Dog. Idk about you guys, but I think 6-year-old me was onto something, this may be the next MCU.
@bashydaggett You want lore? I can give you lore. This population of miniscule canines lived on an isolated island in the East China Sea, which was a former colony of a greater tiny dog empire until their ancestors declared Independence and had a Revolutionary War (I was writing these around the time I learned about the American Revolution from watching Schoolhouse Rock). Little Jack (aka Super Dog), was a direct descendant of one of this tiny dog nation's founders and was named after his great-great-great-etc grandfather. The island had a Capital City called Dogtown, where the stories took place. A distinctive feautre of Downtown Dogtown is that all the "skyscrapers" were topped with animal ears, inspired by the antennae of the Sears and John Hancock towers of my then hometown of Chicago. Hidden somewhere in Dogtown was a portal to my backyard (Super Dog was my imaginary friend for a brief period of time and this was my explaination for how he got to my place). Theoretically, a human could enter the portal, but they would have to be careful not to trample the micro-sized civilization on the other side. There's more original lore beyond that, but I can't remember it off the top of my head so I'd have to dig out the few surviving copies of the "books" to elaborate further.
When I was 3, I once filled a 100-page notebook with an epic story called "Smelly Camel Poo". Which was literally about camels travelling across the world - and taking shits.
The Gordon Guide: "YOU FUCKING DONKEY!!!" "IT'S RAW!!!" "THAT SHIT CAN KILL SOMEONE!!!" "WHERE IS THE LAMB SAUCE???!!!" "THIS FISH IS SO RAW, IT CAN SWIM!!!" "IT LOOKS LIKE A BISON'S PENIS!" "IT LOOKS LIKE GANDHI'S FLIP-FLOP! WHAT A SHAME!"
Matt is more energetic today, he’s doing more improv too. The ghosts are bad story flows so naturally with his interjections. There’s more variety in his voice too. He’s going farther than I thought possible
My older sister once found a paper plate with a crayon drawing of a watermelon on it that read “Melon of the ocean” and to this day we don’t know where is came from because we don’t even use paper plates.
The creepy story ones like "The shape-changer" sound like the kind of thing that would be in some kind of analogue horror series where it turns out they were visited by entities that are ancient and incomprehensible.
Not sure that it really counts for this kind of thing, but I have a Halloween activity book from when I was young in which it said “draw some turrets on the castle.” At the time I did not know what turrets were and apparently thought it said TURTLES. so I drew several orange turtles roaming the castle walls and didn’t think twice about it
Thanks for divulging this memory within me. I was about 8 or 9, and I had a crush on a girl who was in my class. At the time, I was really into this specific book series, and I was trying to find ways to get some common ground between me and her. I saw one of the books from that series on her table, and without considering that it might have been someone else’s book, I got to work when I got home writing a love song for her that was entirely themed around the book. I sang it to my mom to get her approval. I forget her reaction, but it was probably awkward support. So I put it in one of my dresser drawers and proceeded to forget about it. A while later, think around 11/12, I was cleaning out the drawers so I could prepare for a move of rooms around the house, and found the song. Read it. Immediately cringed. Threw it away. I still think of it given the right stimuli. I don’t think of the words anymore, I think of the *pain* that came from reading it that second time.
When I was in elementary school we did a project on American settlers and we were to write a series of journal entries from the perspective of a kid on the wagon train and in mine I wrote about befriending a Native American who was then hunted down and shot by the men, my baby brother getting sick and dying, and then a kid in the wagon in front of mine kept misbehaving and messing around until he fell off and was trampled by the oxen. I even described how I could hear him screaming, until he went silent. I'm an aspiring writer now and yes, I go to therapy :)
when i was little i used to write stories about "the lost [whatever object]" and one of them was "the lost GLASIS" though i'm sure i meant GLASSES and not GLASIS oh and of course there was "THE NINGA GIRLS" whose sworn enemies were "THE NINGA BOYZ". and yes these were all written on neon-pink notecards and stapled together like a published novella.
I once tried to write a short story about a stray dog we had found on the trail near our house. I drew a colorful dog portrait on the cover and then wrote this: Once (And that was it, I got ONE word in before either getting distracted and forgetting about it or giving up lol)
