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Here is something I wrote from 2nd grade. I'm not going to even correct the spelling. This was something from the free write journals we used so we would have 30 minutes everyday to just write. I always loved it as a 2nd grader but I had to drill spelling into myself later on. Most of the time I just wrote too fast and I forgot letters. Gum was her name. Gum really liked girrafes and umincorn. She was sad right now because her parnts were moving to Arfica and Gum had to go with them.
Gum's parnts told her that she would see girrafes in Arfica.
"Yea! I'm exited now" Gum said exited
So they drove to Arfica through the tunnel under the ocean.
They lived there for a long tie.
Gum wanted to go outside. "Mom. I'm going outside because I'm bored." Gum said
"Have fun" Mom said
Gum went outside and saw something really really really cool. Gum saw a girrafe with a pretty white horn on its forhead.
"Hello" said the girrafe
"Hi" said Gum "Do you know you have a horn on your head?"
"Yes. I am a unigirrafe." the Girrafe said "My name is Dust."
"Dust come to my house so I can show you to my parents." Gum said
Dust agred and then Gum's parents sold Dust to the zoo and Gum ran a way and lived with Dust in the zoo as a secret.
The End
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Oh my gosh, that was amazing. xD I WANT A UNIGIRAFFE.
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Those would both be good names. At this same time I got a cat and I was allowed to name it. I named it Glup.
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Catie wrote: "Here is something I wrote from 2nd grade. I'm not going to even correct the spelling. This was something from the free write journals we used so we would have 30 minutes everyday to just write. I a..."Oh my goodness. XD
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Em was scared. Very scared. Frightened, even. Philip and she were going to be punished in the public square. The stocks! It was horrible even to think of the words. She had seen criminals locked up in the stocks for days, even weeks. Boys threw things at them, like apples and rocks. It was very uncomfortable, and scary. You couldn’t have food or water, you could barley get to sleep. She longed for Philip, even though he was in the cell right next to her. She wanted him to stroke her hair, and tell her everything would be all right. All of a sudden, a guard kicked the door down. “To the stocks!”
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It was as quiet as it had been all day. Even when the lights went out arubltly and we heard footsteps on the stairs, we did not utter a sound. In our minds we were screaming, but we couldn’t out loud.
All five of us lay under my bed—Jacob, Hannah, Celia, Noel, and me. I bit my lip. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But I couldn’t—they were after us.
We had never known who they were, or what they were after, but they had always haunted our minds and our dreams.
I remember the day we knew they were coming. How my parents—and Jacob’s—and Hannah’s—and Celia’s—and Noel’s parents—everyone’s parents—had explained how we would need to hide all day. I clearly remember my mother’s words.
“They won’t find you. They’re bad at looking. They wouldn’t see you if you were three inches in front of their nose.” And she gave me a comforting smile. I smiled back.
Everything would be okay. My mother always told the truth. Of course I believed È her. Besides—at a time like this, there were few people I had to trust. My mother was one of those few. But the world turned upside down the day my parent’s—and Jacob, and Hannah, and Celia, and Noel’s parents disappeared.
In my world, without a parent, you are nothing. Everyone ignores and hates you.
I awoke that morning with a strange and eerie feeling. Golden sun filtered through my eyelids, and I woke with a start. I couldn’t tell what the feeling was for a moment. I felt like it was sneaking up behind me, and then, BOOM! It exploded in my head, and I gasped in horror.
I struggled to get up, and I jumped out of bed. Three simple thoughts rushed round and round in my head. It’s not true. They’re not gone. I’m dreaming.
My legs carried me swiftly out the door. I ran through the town. I barely noticed the hot tears streaming freely from my eyes.
Everyone made way for me, tumbling backward, gasping as if they’d been stabbed.
“Mom! Mom! Dad!” I called desperately. But I knew now that they were gone. And no one would help me. And I was alone in the world. At least that’s what I thought.
I still write things like that. XP Confusing stories FTW.
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Honestly, none of my short stories have plot lines. It just happens.
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Haha. Yeahhh..... I still hate having to explain things.
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It wasn't really a horror story. The main character got kidnapped by some random dudes, and then they threw her in a dungeon with some other lady. And she was like, this "heroine" who used to fight monsters and stuff, but she had disappeared a while ago. And uhhhh there was some complicated thing where the government had purposefully been kidnapping kids' parents and then training them to fight monsters or something. And then that's what happened to the main character and her friends. And then the heroine lady adopted them. And they never knew what happened to their parents. THE END.
Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "Emily [Phasers set on stun.] wrote: "I still write things like that. XP Confusing stories FTW."Haha. Yeahhh..... I still hate having to explain things."
I like having my ideas about things hidden so the reader will never know what I was thinking and be like "WTF".
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It wasn't really a horror story. The main character got kidnapped by some random dudes, and ..."
Poor parents. D:
Brigid *Flying Kick-a-pow!* wrote: "I think the main problem is, I usually don't even know what I'm thinking... XD"What I do is think, "Ooh, that would be a cool story!" and then I sit down and I'm like, "Ooh, my motives would be hard to explain :\" and then I stop writing and when I start the next day I'm like, "What the heck were my motives?" and then I make something up from what I can remember and just write without really put my reason why in.
I think I only have a few normal stories. XP
Here's a death scene from that one romance I wrote when I was like eleven. XPIt was night time. Hope was seven months old, and we were sleeping soundly, when there was a loud noise. Fox and I sat up straight. “I’ll go look,” Fox said, running towards out the door.
I ran to Hope and picked her up and started comforting her when I heard a cruel laugh. “Well, well, well,” it started, “look who got married to Fox.”
“Hawk,” I breathed. It turned around to face him. “For your information, Fox is the sheriff and he’s half the man you’ll ever be—maybe even more.”
Hawk just guffawed. “He’s not a man at all!”
I felt fury pound through me. “That’s where you’re WRONG!” That just made him laugh even harder. I gently sat down Hope, and ran at him. He didn’t notice, he was laughing so hard. I jumped on him and started throwing punches.
“You ‘ittle ‘at!” he screamed through his freshly broken nose. He reached over to his gun which landed a little ways from him after I jumped on him and started shooting.
I jumped off of him. “Don’t you’re going to hurt the baby!” I screamed.
He just laughed. “’Ike I ‘eally ‘are,” he snorted.
“No, please don’t,” I sobbed. Hope started crying. I froze. If I ran for Hope, he could shoot me. If I jumped on him again, he could shoot me, too.
Just then I heard another gun shot. Fox ran in with a gun, a serious gleam shining in his beautiful eyes. “Hawk, I knew you would come back,” he answered disgustingly.
Hawk just scowled. “’Ou ‘essed ‘ore’tly,” he scoffed. Fox aimed at Hawk.
“I don’t want to shoot,” Fox told him. Hawk chuckled.
“Well, I do,” he snickered. Then there was a bang as Fox crashed to the floor. I screamed and started sobbing, not believing what I just saw. I ran to Fox’s side.
“Fox, Fox, no, no, don’t leave me here,” I choked out. Fox sputtered and lifted his hand off his chest. It was oozing with bright red blood.
He looked up at me with weak eyes and smiled. “Goodbye. I love you, my dear Annabelle.” He stroked my cheek.
“I love you, Robin Hood,” I whispered back. He smiled. Then he coughed, took his last breath, and closed his eyes.
“NO!” I wailed. Hawk laughed his hardest. Then there was another shot. Hawk had a dazed look, and fell over.
I slowly crawled over. I stared at him for a moment, and rolled him on his back. He was dead. There was a bullet wound in his chest, too. Blood poured out of his nose and his chest. Hawk was right. He said he would get Fox back if it was the last thing he did. And I had also realized I broke his nose for a second time, but I didn’t find it humorous at the moment. I looked over my shoulder. There was a man figure. He froze, and started running out the door. I quickly chased after it. I stopped on the road and looked both sides. But no one was there. I sniffed uncontrollably, and yelled, “I’m forever in your debt!”
I slowly walked back inside and knelt beside Fox. I put my arms on his chest. I didn’t care about the blood circling around my knees or running down my arm. This was my true love. And he was gone. I put my head on his cheek and let the tears roll down. Hope was crying, but I couldn’t move.
I lifted my head back up. He had that faint smile on his face, like he was doing something mischievous. I smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, “I love you” for the last time to him.
The feeling was overwhelming. I bent down, and thrust my mouth at him. I could imagine that nippy night wind, the moon’s light, his arms wrapped around me. I rubbed my tongue all over his. I had to make this last. He was dead.
I finally backed away, tears running down my face. I wanted to feel the same thing back, but I could never again. “I have a desire too; but sometimes they’re nonsense. But even when they are, you can do the impossible if you believe in it hard enough,” I whispered, remembering his words.
I sat there a little longer, then stood up. I finally noticed Hope crying and felt horrible that I was ignoring her to kiss a dead man. I sighed, remembering all those times with Fox, and Hawk had ruined it. My true love, gone for good.
Then I went to go comfort Hope.
Oh my goodness, I was cracking up just skimming through it. I thought I was such a talented writer then. XD
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If I could find it I could transcribe my series of books about the adventures of Mystery Boy and the wizard against the evil Beladonna. Yup. XD
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Yup. XD"
That sounds hilarious. xD
Emily [Phasers set on stun.] wrote: "Here's a death scene from that one romance I wrote when I was like eleven. XPIt was night time. Hope was seven months old, and we were sleeping soundly, when there was a loud noise. Fox and I sat..."
Your description of their last kiss is...interesting :P
I wrote a story in fourth grade about how me and two of my friends got transported to a magical land that was inside my closet. I think I called it "The Land of Not My Closet." I have to find it. It's amazing.
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Yeah I know *bows*. It was actually pretty good for a fourth grade xD When I was younger, my writing was basically funny nonsensical ramblings.
My titles were like that too =DWhen I was in sixth grade, I used to write parodies of songs. Here's one I wrote once. I know I am strange.
Hermione Granger's version of Just Dance (Just Read)
By ME!!!!!!!!!!
♫♫ My marks are starting to drop,
Woah-oh-oh-oh,
I'm no longer the student on top,
Woah-oh-oh-oh
I failed my potions class, in charms I was picked last,
Where are my books, I've lost my wand,
Woah-oh-oh-oh,
I'll, be dumber than Crabbe and Goyle,
I'm all confused and my brain's in a great big turmoil!
I don't know what class I have next,
I can't remember but it's alright, it's alright,
Just read, gonna be okay, da do-doom
Just read, just do it now, da do-doom
Just read, gonna be okay, r-r-r-read, read, read,
Ju-J-J-just read, read♫♫
Shreya=Drastically Random. Find the emoticon. wrote: "My titles were like that too =DWhen I was in sixth grade, I used to write parodies of songs. Here's one I wrote once. I know I am strange.
Hermione Granger's version of Just Dance (Just Read)
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It took me a little while to realize that I was singing this while reading it o__o"
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Cinderella Solar Star! Circa Second Grade, 2003.
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That is... that's hilarious.
Rachel wrote: "Here's the Intro to the first real story I ever wrote. EVER. Although I wouldn't even call it a real story. It is called... *DUN DUN DUUUNNNN* ...Cinderella Solar Star! Circa Second Grade, 2003.
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Okay, yours has some CREATIVITY. My second grade stories were so boring.
And you guys were singing the song? =P AWESOME!
I have two more even worse than that one:
Cho Chang's Version of Party in the USA (Party at the Hogwarts School)
By ME!
I hopped off the train at Hogsmede Station
Wearing my robes and tights,
Welcome to the land that's magical,
Is it gonna feel right,
Rowing on the water, someone's using their wand,
Not feeling good while rowing on this pond,
This is all so freaky!
My stomach's kinda queasy!
Wish I was back home at the Muggle School,
Everyone here looks too cool,
And Hagrid's using his magic umbrella,
And everyone waves their wands,
And everyone waves their wands,
And everyone waves their wands!
So I put my wand up, casting my spells,
Sparkles are in the air,
Waving my wand like yeah,
Doing the Charms like yeah,
So I put my wands up, casting the spells,
Everything's gonna be cool,
YEAH!
It's a party at the Hogwarts School!
YEAH!
It's a party at the Hogwarts School!
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Luna Lovegood's version of Poker Face (Nargle Bait - seeing as she hates nargles)
By ME! (person who wrote Just Read)
♫ I wanna make 'em leave but they never agree,
They hang around the house and bug my dad and me,
I need something strong, that will, blow them all away,
Something that's so powerful those Nargles will not stay,
Oh, o-o-oh oh, oh, o-o-o-o-oh
Don't want them here, don't want them anywhere near,
Oh, o-ooh oh, oh, o-o-o-oh,
Don't want them here, don't want them anywhere near,
What I need, what I need, what I need is some good Nargle Bait,
That'll keep all the nargles away,
What I need, what I need, what I need is some good Nargle Bait,
That'll keep all the nargles away,
N-n-n-nargle bait, n-n-nargle bait,
Muh-ma-ma-ma
N-n-n-nargle bait, n-n-nargle bait,
Muh-ma-ma-ma ♫
Ehehehe.
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Cinderella Solar Star! Circa Second Grade, 2003.
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Haha! That is wonderful.
Although scientifically inaccurate since a light year is a measure of distance and not time. *Snorts and pushes glasses up nose*
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I smiled when I thought of Philips’s curly golden-brown hair, green eyes, and freckles. He was so cute, and kind, and practical, and funny. A guy like him wouldn’t even take a second glance at a girl like me. I mentally shook myself. No time to waste thinking about Philip and how cute he was, and how awesome he was. I shook myself again. I had to save Philip and Emerald...
...Philip looked over at me talking to Turquoise. He gazed at me wondering if I would come over to talk to him. He longed to see me, talk to me. “Does she like me?” he wondered. “I know I’m in love with her. She’s smart, beautiful, sweet, kind, and perfect. A girl like her wouldn’t take a second glance at a guy like me.” Philip mentally shook himself. “I’ve got to think about how to help Em.” But he found himself gazing at me more than once, and her almost cried when I walked away.
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Hey, at least you've finished something. I still have yet to finish a novel.
I have yet to get halfway through a novel.... I can whip out short stories with passing skill, but novels always trip me up.
