Sorry I haven't posted the past few days - I've been moving out of my dorm, and also I'm working on a reallyyy long poem that's taking up a lot of my time. So I thought I'd just post something easy but interesting today.
The other day, when I was looking for those Avril photos in the depths of my email, I found a LOT of stories I had written and sent to my friends. And I only sent my friends a fraction of the stuff I wrote, so this is a pretty endless barrel from which to scrape. Anyway, this is a story I wrote in 2008. Most of my stories were blatant wish-fulfillment - sort of like fan-fiction for my own life: the protagonist would always be the kind of girl I aspired to be, from their clothes, to where they lived, school life, friends, family life... But I'll let this one speak for itself; it's so precocious.
This story, or at least its word document was titled, creatively, "dunno what to call it":
I really don't know where I was going with chapter 3.
The other day, when I was looking for those Avril photos in the depths of my email, I found a LOT of stories I had written and sent to my friends. And I only sent my friends a fraction of the stuff I wrote, so this is a pretty endless barrel from which to scrape. Anyway, this is a story I wrote in 2008. Most of my stories were blatant wish-fulfillment - sort of like fan-fiction for my own life: the protagonist would always be the kind of girl I aspired to be, from their clothes, to where they lived, school life, friends, family life... But I'll let this one speak for itself; it's so precocious.
This story, or at least its word document was titled, creatively, "dunno what to call it":
I really don't know where I was going with chapter 3.
It's amusing to compare this to the compositions ("compos") we had to write in school, which had to have a setting, climax, second climax, and resolution, as well as bombastic language and writing techniques. Here's one I found in my email, also from 2008:
This same year, year 5, my form teacher Mrs Redwan had said, verbatim, in front of the whole class, "I think Alessandra has the potential to become a writer" (yes, even writing the trite shit I did). She was just saying that as part of a point she was trying to make (she's a cantankerous woman, and I learnt that word while reading the dictionary she made us keep under our tables), but I remember it to this day, 10 years later. It somehow means more than any complement I've ever received about writing, because she said it when I was so young. Does that mean I have some sort of inherent thing she could see in my compositions? I really, really hope so, because it encourages me more than anything else.
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