Yeah, I've read some of my old ones recently--bad. Half of them were basically copies of other books, (i.e. The Immortal Secrets of Nicholas Flamel, Maximum Ride...) and the others were something that no one should ever have to read.

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I know what you mean. I looked through some of my old stories, and they're awful! Badly written, cheesey, bad grammar, etc., especially the ones that were school assignments. *groan* I would be so embarassed if anyone else read them, even if I did write them when I was eight! Although if you think about it, I'll probably be saying the same things about the stories I'm writing now in about four years...

I wrote a play once that was two princesse who were going to have a tea party, but one got sick.  It was BAD.  But hey, I wrote a play when I was eight.  That's good.

I wrote a story a few years ago called The Four Little Pigs. I think it's pretty good, but a little embarrassing to read. It's a very short picture book.

Ooh, my old stories. Very famous around my house. Jasmine's Wedding, for instance, was pretty much a whole lot of nothing... My stories had a lot going on for their complete lack of plot. Seaborn, a play I wrote slightly later, was about a girl raised by mermaids... my feeble imitation of a Disney Princess movie. It's mainly humor, though; that's why I still like it cuz it's actually pretty funny. In my opinion. It ends with the completely unnessesary slaughtering of a sea dragon, and the marrying of a prince who, in hindsight, is actually kind of a jerk.

Earlier than both of those was a series of pictures, entitled "Kid Goes to Fairyland." Title says it all. Similarly plotless. 

After Jasmine's Wedding and before Seaborn, there was another story, which is one of my favorite old stories because it does almost seem to have a plot. John and Eva's Adventures in Dongus, (pronounced doon-gus) was about a pair of siblings who fell through a hole into my personal imaginary land. Well, maybe it didn't have a plot, but at least it had a point. Protesters about the spelling vs. pronunciation of Dongus need not comment.

I also wrote a prequel to Jasmine's Wedding, (Called "Jasmine and her Sisters") and a sequel, but the sequel was never finished.

I usually had pretty good spelling, but terrible handwriting, or when I was typing I absolutely refused to use paragraph breaks. Other than that, though, I always had good punctuation.

My first attempt at a novel was about 1 1/2 years ago and it was.....well.....frankly it was horrible.

I wrote this picture book called "I'm not a Princess" where I was a girl who was a princess, but she was actually a peasant, and she went to Rome and found her mom, Mrs. Sarahkins, there.  Then she, excuse me, I married Prince Princely, who I met when he was undercover as a pirate named Simon.

Wow, that's really funny, cause I just found one of my old stories, I think I wrote it when I was 8 (maybe 9). It wasn't too bad, just I couldn't figure out if it was writtin in first or third person... I never finished it though. I'll copy it out here:

Aneisa never did believe in coincidences. So when the subway train came hurtling towards her she was momentarily paralized. What ever happened next was only a small blur in her memory.

When Anesia was six, she had broken her arm, but the pain she felt now was a hundred times worse. It was like getting burnt on the tips of your frostbitten toes. Suddlenly she became aware of a voice screaming "Where is she?" and her mother came running into the room, crying. Then she saw Aneisa and whispered, "Oh Aneisy" over and over again.

She had been told that she had stopped in the middle of the subway tracks and the train had hit her up into the air, doing flips and had actually landed on top of the subway! Then because the subway was going to fast she slid right off and landed on her feet, fell backwards and blacked out.

Ever since she had wondered why anyone be as stupid as to stop in the middle of the tracks? Was that really what happend? If it wasn't then had someone pushed her, who and why? She might never know.

"Ding dong." Aneisa, groggy in the head from sleep, stumbled to answer the door.

"Is there a certain Anesia here?"

Aneisa looked at the two men and decieded that if they were bad they would have kidnapped her by now. "Um, yes there is," I replied. "May we speak to her?" 

"You are," giggled Anesia. "Well then, explain this." The man who seemed in charge thrusted a piece of paper in her hands. 

She looked down at the paper and she felt faint. 

Three years after the accident, which she had always felt was a accident, here was proof that it wasn't just aa accident, no not at all. The paper had a photo that someone had taken of her and in the photo a blur was pushing her onto the tracks. I looked horrified. Now after all these years I can remember it clearly.

I used to love standing by the tracks, just to see the subway go by. On that day though I could feel something was wrong, but I decided it was nothing. I don't know why I was pushed, I just remember them being a she. 

I looked up to find that the two men had disappeared, leaving me standing in the open doorway. I decided to go, tell my mother what I had discovered.

Waliking into the kitchen, where she always was this early, I found she wasn't. I ran to her bedroom and screamed.

Aneisa could'nt believe it; her mother's room usually so neat and tidy was a complete mess, clothes thrown to the ground, glass pieces evreywhere, and all the furniture was moved. My mother was nowhere to be seen. 

That's as far as I got, I did fix some of the spellings (not all) and I kinda fixed the punctuation.... Her name's prounounced: An-e-sa or An-e-c-ea... It's pretty strange...

I fixed some more spelling and punctuation. I often do that to comments before posting them.

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I've written two novellas in the past four years. One word:baaaaaad. It was so cliche and a rip-off of Saddle Club. Did I mention it was bad?

Spelling, capitilization, and punctuation I was usually pretty good at (key word: USUALLY), but my vocab in writing was relatively limited until 6th grade, (:P) and the plot went ALMOST NOWHERE. I was super bad at typing at the time as well so the quotation marks are in the wrong places, and... just ugh. Here's a story I wrote in 5th grade...that would be...when I was...9, almost 10. Here it is:

     Staring into the water, Celia felt uncertain. “What if I can’t do this?”  She asked Jessie. “ I mean, I’ve been diving before, but never from this high up!”  Celia was scared. “You’ll be fine,” said Jessie “I know you. You love the water! This will be easy for you.” Just then a voice from the speakers announced that it was Celia’s turn to dive. She took a deep breath, walked up to the board, and leaped.

    A perfect score! Jessie was so excited for her friend. She ran up to the side of the pool with a towel just as Celia was getting out. “How did I do?” asked Celia. “I was underwater when they announced the score.” Jessie replied, “You did great! I knew you would!”

~

    After the competition was over, both the girls changed out of their bathing suits and went to get ice cream with Jessie’s parents. The girls talked about the competition the whole time. How they did; how their friends did; what their favorite dive was; all those sorts of things. When the sun started to go down, Celia said goodbye to Jessie and her parents, then left. She took the long way home: past the cove and across the beach to Oak Drive. As she was crossing the huge beach, Celia heard a splashing sound. She turned around and saw a flash of silver and red under the water. At first, she thought it was just a fish. (Since there were so many around this time of year) But as she kept walking, she realized it was too big to be a regular fish, and she couldn’t think of any larger saltwater fish that were red and silver. She started going through all the fish species she knew and crossed them out in her head when she knew it hadn’t been that kind of fish. She decided to go back and investigate the next day after swim practice.

~

    “I don’t have time to make pancakes today, Celia. I’m in a hurry to get to my meeting.” Celia was disappointed. Her mother usually made pancakes for her on the weekends. But even though she was upset, she knew her mother had an important meeting with her boss. “That’s ok mom. I’ll just have a bowl of cereal.” Celia’s dad was sitting at the table with a newspaper. “Good morning, Celia.” He said, and then went back to his newspaper. Celia sighed. Her father never paid much attention to her.

    When her mom dropped her off at swim practice, Celia went in quickly. She had been late the previous Saturday, and though the coach almost never got angry, Celia didn’t want to take any chances. She went in the locker room to change, and nearly ran headfirst into Jessie. “Whoa, Celia! You nearly knocked me down!” Jessie was crossing her arms, but Celia could tell that Jessie wasn’t really upset with her. “Hurry up, girls!” the coach said as she went out to the pool.

   By that afternoon, Celia had grown super excited about exploring for whatever she had seen the night before. As soon as the coach announced that it was time to go, Celia ran into the locker room and was halfway dressed before the other girls came in. “You seem to be in a hurry, Celia. What are you so excited about?” Asked Jessie when she got in. “Last night I saw a flash of silver and red. And I heard a splash. It was too big to be a fish, but it was too brightly colored to be a dolphin and too small to be a whale. So today I’m going to try and figure out what it was.” Celia’s words came out in a rush, and Jessie looked confused for a moment. She looked as if she were trying to make sense of what she had just heard. Then she said, “Can I come?” Celia considered for a minute, then replied, “Sure you can. I’ll probably need help.”

~

 A half hour later, the girls were at the beach, looking for any sign of whatever Celia had seen yesterday. “This is exactly where I was standing when I saw it.” Celia protested when Jessie was about to give up. “Are you sure it wasn’t a fish? Because fish swim around. They don’t stay in the same spot.” Jessie was tired. They both were. “Look! A girl in the water!” Yelled Celia. But by the time she got Jessie to look, the girl had disappeared. “I’m not nuts.” Celia said when her friend gave her a look that totally said, “You’re crazy.”

    Just as they turned around to go home, a huge wave came in and knocked them over! Both girls were on the ground, too stunned to do anything. “That was the biggest wave I’ve ever seen!” yelled Jessie. But her words were drowned out by another wave. It dragged them out to sea like a lion drags its prey. And that’s exactly what Celia felt like. She felt like this wave was the predator, and it had caught its prey.

    After they resurfaced, the girls realized they were about half a mile off shore! Then Celia and Jessie saw a silhouette in the water. At first it was just a black blob of a shape. But after a moment, it got closer and closer until they could make out a human torso. “Who could stay under water that long?” asked Celia. “No idea.” Answered Jessie. Both of them were scared. They didn’t know who (or what) was under the water. 

    “Ahh!” Jessie went under. “Jessie? Jessie this isn’t funny.” Celia was getting worried. Then a hand gripped Celia’s ankle. “Jessie? Jess-” Her voice was cut off right then; because whoever had hold of her pulled her under the water!” She saw bright green eyes, a shimmer of red and silver, then a sting in her neck, and everything went black.

AND THAT"S THE END!!! :P

I never finished it! :P :P

I've been thinking about rewriting it (better) and actually finishing it, but haven't had time lately. :P :P :P

Yes *sigh*. They are embarrassingly terrible. :)