1. Forums
  3. Writing and Fanfiction
Post Reply

Stories I've found

0
VotableDrWhat
13 years ago
Being a bored college student, I took some time away from my not so busy day that should be filled with studying, and decided to clean out my hard drive. These are just some things that I've found, and I hope you like them.

This first one is from Fifth grade.


It’s a stormy night and I’m all alone.
I just finished watching Rose Red a Steven King
movie. Then I heard something move outside I
went to check it out. There was nothing there so I
figured it was a cat or something. Then I went to
lay back down but after I turned around I saw egg
-plants . They started toward me so I back up they
took another step so I started to run they cased me.
I ran to my room and lock my door. I looked for
my slingshot but before I could find it they broke
down my door. Then they stared to chase me
again (sigh I’m really tired of this I want a rewrite)
This time they caught me. They argued about weth-
er to fry or grill me! Right before they could put
me in their oven I woke up that’s the last time I
eat eggplants and watch a Steven King movie.


The End ???
0
doswillrule
13 years ago
Primary school poetry all up in this thread

'Red', age 11
Spoiler:
Hissing and crackling in the air,
Burning brighter than the sun.
Onto the raw meat it will stare,
Until this fire’s job is done.
Benches full of people glowing deep red,
Eating the meat the fire had cooked.
On the grass playing children tread,
Lit when out the fire looked.
But now it glimmered among the coals,
Little heat being produced at all.
No more were sausages placed in rolls,
Leaving were both the young and tall.
So knowing its days had come to an end,
The fire gave up making heat.
Then as a final goodbye to send,
It flickered and died behind a house on a street.


'Dr. Barnardo's Rescue' (Victorian charity founder), age 12
Spoiler:
A lonely boy on the streets is I,
No money has I to buy food.
I sleep on piles of leaves on the ground,
To me people are so very rude.

Then a middle class man comes up to me,
He’s not like the others for sure.
He offers me home and a safe place to sleep,
Now I feel loved once more.

It’s a lot better now that I’m in a home,
With other boys like me.
I’m able to sleep a lot better now,
And I can eat and drink freely.

I’m much better off than I was before,
But there are others who will hopefully be
Taken into Dr. Barnado’s homes,
And loved just as much as me.


I wish I had more of the poems and stories I wrote back then. I lost any aptitude for creative writing when I went to secondary school.
0
VotableDrWhat
13 years ago
YES.

Needs more cowbell!

I mean poetry.
Spoiler:

This is a poem

This is a poem to anyone
Whom would like to read it.
I have not put a lot into this, that may be obvious
Because when you read it you should understand
I thought you knew, this would be lame
But now I see, you were expecting greatness
Because I think that’s to be expected
So I write, something not to profound.
  1. Forums
  3. Writing and Fanfiction
Post Reply