Finding Old Stories
I was clearing out one of the bookshelf cabinets in search of my old certs when I dug out an old folder. I forgot to replace it, and it ended up under my bed until I excavated it from the pile of old bags today. In the folder were a couple of old report cards, and a short story.
I must’ve written it when I was 12 or 13. It was for a friend who asked if I could relate his story in writing, and I did, without any (direct) mention of the people involved.
Gee, it must’ve been my first commission. The first of very few, ahaha.
It’s called By a Piece of Paper. And it happens to be based on something true. It does, however, have no plot or significant meaning.
Let’s see…
Page 1:
My J-E signature is there already, so I’m probably 12 - 14. Denny is the friend who commissioned it. Other names were nicknames of the actual people involved.
Lol, gee, I’m getting Goosebumps, haha.
Yamateh. Brings back memories.
Action!
I spelled sandwich wrong -_-
Oh crud, I used to be called Gary then. The “Terrible Short Stories Book” was never a book; only a few pages of unfinished nonsense.
You can also see that I have already developed necessary skill in escaping possible legal action >.>.
Haha, I really sucked back then, and I still do now. But I remember it as one of the first stories I really, really enjoyed writing. And Denny, well, he couldn’t understand much of the story. I guess that’s why I still have it.
PS: I've unintentionally made the scans kinda small, but I'm too lazy to change anything. Sorry about that.
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I’ve forgotten.
I used to write a lot. I wrote terribly, but I wrote. A lot. X-files parodies featuring my class monitors (very crude, rude and itself a copy of other parodies). Attempts at making a contributory-type short story compilation book, which didn’t work after a few weeks. And beginning of chapters to novels I always dreamt I could write, but never could.
Some of the unwritten stories are still in my head. I just never brought them back.
I missed those days. When I wasn’t afraid of being judged and weighed. When I was a writer who pride myself in whatever I did, thanks to the naivety of things.
I wonder if the Terrible Short Stories Book is still around.
And the first chapter of Tusanc.
I need to look for them.
And maybe my old, self-drawn comics as well, haha (damn, I never studied).
I wasn’t a student back in school. I was a daydreamer. Who never fulfilled anything.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Posted by Hafutota no JE at 11:28 pm
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Seeing your handwriting... that signature... those perky strokes that highlighted The End... the lines on the paper...
Those were the days.
Man I'm so jealous! I wished I hadn't thrown away my story... =(
Li Mei: Lol, I still can't find the other stories I wrote; they're probably thrown away along with those used exercise books many years ago. Nothing like finding the old stuff your wrote.
Anonymous Commenter: It's ok, don't delete your comment. I'd welcome everything even if it criticizes or insults (just leave my parents out of this). Ah, except if you're spamming. If you were, go suck a cow.
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