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I was digging around my closet in my room, and I found something I thought had faded into oblivion: "The Princesses Adventure!!"

 

It was the first book I ever wrote. I did it for the young author's convention in the 2nd grade.

 

It was a story of a friend and I, we where princesses, of course, and we had a unicorn that was a retina burning shade of pink (I didn't even like horses, maybe I was just conforming to the cliche). The villain was James, a boy in class who I disliked greatly, who had stolen the said unicorn. He wanted to make unicorn stew. It was the first book I ever completed. I was very proud of it. It was a touching tale of sisterhood and triumph.

I even found some other elementary books, containing the following stories: "Ludo and the Writing Book" (about a hobo/mechanic/inventor boy who learns how to read), "The Little Heroes" (Some children saving the playground from a bully), "The Gentian Crystal" (an adventurous animal story with a very heavy Brian Jacques influence) and some untitled one about a fox that does (what I assumed to be at the time) amusing tricks to get what he wants. I was a strange kid in elementary school.

Well, what were your first stories? What kind of stories do you write now?

*stories

I... can't remember. *sob* 

I wrote this book called "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" - but it already existed so I had to make a new one called "Ford's Guide to the Galaxy" - which turned out to do fairly well amongst my classmates.

Ahahahaha

And the fourth book in the series is called "Goodbye and Thanks for all the Coffee"

And don't forget the 5th and finale installment written decades after the 4th one, titled: "Oh my, I've gotten fat"

I wrote a wooping story of half a page long. It was about a group of kids who got into a house, got scared and got out, got back in and the house was different then it turned all white. Then I got bored and stopped writting. 

I don't think I have it anymore, but when I was but a small child I wrote on paper a story about anthropomorphic flowers whocame from a flower kingdom. What happened was that they were running out of fertilizer so they needed to send someone on a quest to go get more. So they did, and they had lots of adventures. I never wrote a proper ending for it,though, so I guess the kingdom never got their fertilizer. Thank goodness for photosynthesis or the flower/plant people would've surely starved to death.

Oh my gosh. I need to know. Where is this from?

A REAAAALLLY old NES game called "Princess tomato and the Salad Kingdom". It's wildly amusing till the novelty wears off.

You can probably find it on an emulator. Actually, I KNOW you can. I've got it.

You play as Sir Cucumber and you try to rescue the said princess from evil Minister Pumpkin, the betrayer of King Broccoli and the possessor of the Turnip Emblem.

That sounds absolutely insane. I may have to try it later when I have the time. It sure ain't flower people, but the vegetable people sounds so entertaining. Hope the novelty doesn't wear off too quickly.

Oh my god we rented that game from blockbuster and I loved it, but I got stuck in the city part- and back then we didn't have the internet so I couldn't look up what to do so I never finished it.

Also, beware of that DAMNABLE PERSIMMON BABY!

HOLY FUCK. Please don't bring back those horrible memories...

They were all very bad Quentin Terretino movies, themed after whatever I happened to be into at the time. If I wanted Pirates, I would write a really stupid story about a pirate war. The Old West? Holy shit! A bank is being robbed! Send in Cowboy Batman! Swords and Sorcery? Cheesier than Thundarr the Barbarian and sketchier than He-Man. The only stories that really hold any kind of dearness to my heart is the way early version of The Anomalous Accounts, something I've all but vaguely referenced here and there, and a really... Weird... little comic series called Blue vs. Red. (Not Red vs. Blue, Blue comes first, just to show how much fucking BETTER it is than red.) It had a knack for trying to be serious at the worst of times, when at the best of times it used every cliche joke in the damn book.

Blue vs. Red was about a Gary Sue and his blue-skinned crew, fighting a big fat war against Stupid Evil* Captain Red and his red-shirt army. Everyone in the story had a basic uniform: No faces, khaki pants (Not even I know why anymore...) and tank tops with the name of your team on them. Your skin color was your team color, and you could tell who was going to die or wasn't going to appear in later episodes because their personalities were the same blank sheet as every other extra with a speaking line. I created it basically as a power fantasy to show that my favorite color was that much better than my worst enemy's favorite color. Yes, I was a vindictive little shit back then. I still am to many degrees. 

The plot twists and turns and goes in circles, some 'flashback' episodes fuck up any illusion of a canon I might have had at the time, but from what I remember trying to communicate, and what I can piece back together from reading it is basically this: A long, long time ago, a blue-skinned boy and a crimson-fleshed boy were in elementary school. Second grade, the same grade I was in at the time, and they fought ALL the time. Eventually, after a long, hard day, the red boy stole the blue kid's box of crayons and burned it while his friends (who later became an army somehow,) snickered. This made the blue kid really pissed off, so he ripped the cutting arm off of the teacher's paper-cutter and "beat all the stupid out of him". The literal metaphor made the resulting head-trauma to be a lot more of a blessing than a curse, because when he grew up, Red became an engineering and tactical genius, since there wasn't any stupid in him anymore to counter-balance it.** 

Anyway, Blue climbed and lived on the Himilayas and became a musclebound kung-fu manly man named Captain Blue, who blacksmithed the paper-cutter-arm (Which surprisingly enough, didn't rust or anything over all the years he's been keeping it) into an indestructible warsword with his bare fucking hands. What is a warsword, you might ask? Why, it's a sword, but bigger, spikier, and more awesome to any 6 year old who happened to be reading it. (my few friends and I.) Some time after that, they had some infinitely-well funded militiary companies whose sole purpose was to destroy the other team. Red probably got the money from some computer and weapons manufacturing company, and blue probably got it from Fancy Dan, a mustachioed man on the blue team (who was killed off in one of the "emotional" episodes in the first "Season". His fortune was probably left to Captain Blue or something.) who always wore golden, bulletproof pants and a top-hat that could turn into a rocket or a cannon.

Lots of war shit happened, my friends, who also made comics of their own since Blue Vs. Red inspired them so, made BVR stories with their own characters. Captain Blue died, (Only to be revived as a superpowered biomecha miracle in the same episode because I couldn't be apart from him too long and had no idea that it was a good idea to let grief over characters sink in overtime...) A friend's serpentine headcanon character from his own story arc was validated and became a staple character in the main series, I had several crossover episodes with my other friend's top series called "Looney Bros" (stories about cylindrical robots that got into all kinds of shenanigans) and another of his called "Mutant Wars" (the tale of a secret containment facility that unleashes its prisoners and experiments on the FBI who comes to attack it, and unleashes "The Secret Weapon" every 5 episodes. Every time it's been released, it's been a different weapon entirely, with a different cell number and everything.) There was even a regrettable attempt at Orange and Green teams before I finally wore it out and realised how godawful it was in 5th grade... Dear god... 

 

*See TVtropes: 'Stupid Evil'

**Or so the story assures us. It insists that the Red army is really a supreme intellectual force with badass sci-fi tech and the world's best stratician at their backs, but Blue, through some miraculous force, always seemed to murder their way right through all the enemy lines in the best possible fashion and outsmarts Red even in all his Batman-Worthy riddles, even though it's strongly implied that Red is at least 70 IQ points smarter than Blue. Nothing about Red indicated the intellect he supposedly had, he was a worse case of idiots in powerful positions than your average Nicktoons villain. (See also: Plankton, The teacher from Fairly Odd Parents.) Hell, with some switching around of the circumstances and uniforms, Red and his army could just be villains from WWII propaganda.

 

... Sorry 'bout all that, I just had to vent about how awful, but good it was. There was some good in there, probably. I still hold it very dear to me somehow. Fucking nostalgia goggles.

I wrote pages upon pages of D&D setting for my campaign when I was twelve. 

If you want to see the bad examples of things I wrote, check out my profile. The only thing I remember writing that was decent was a short story about Burst, a fire work wielding super hero (I'm in the process of making a burst story game). I also made a honest to god single player pen and paper RPG with a leveling system, 10 different monsters, an entire page of items, and 3 classes (warrior, mage, and theif if I remember right). It took place in a labyrinth (a maze I made on paper), and you only needed pencil, paper, and a 6 sided dice. 

I also made a bunch of other super heroes to help Burst (after all he couldn't destroy The Doctor's submarine on his own), including Snakebite, Gravity Girl, and River.

This sort of continued into http://www.jukepop.com/home/read/2143

How the hell did I pull off a double post?

In a span of about 20 minutes, I wrote about future Earth discovering the next "big thing" after wireless connection, but I forgot what it was (probably something like a new energy resource or magic or whatever), which would then lead to humanity's demise as recorded by successive generations of one family.  Inexplicably, however, humanity survives, and a boy rediscovers the journalism tech millennia later and passes it off as a decades-old novelty, not an archeological marvel.  Had I more time, I was going to write an extension of him re-discovering this "big thing" that powered the type-writer-memory-drive-whatever-the-heck-it-was, but...yeah.  In the end, humanity got set back another 10000 years because the future generation had done fucked up, and now they'd be a little too late to get into an intergalactic spread.

*Hint free storygame idea hinthint.*

This would be the first iteration of many versions of the theme of semi-reincarnation / succession.  You've already seen some of my RP characters gone through this phase (most notably Lyra, a siren-turned-reaper-turned-human-turned-monster-turned-goddessofsirens).

Well, I didn't write "books" when i was younger, but i did write a handful of novels.None published, but I bragged in elementary with them and got bonked for it.

My first one, as I recall, was a story about a man who looks exactly like the President of America ( it was Bush at that time) and gets mistaken for him, causing  international conflict over security issues. Of course, it being 2nd grade, I knew less geography , so I had Bavaria, Scotland, Catalonia and Kosovo as independent and had completely forgotten about Australia and Africa when describing the worldwide conflict which ended up with the US accidentally nuking the moon out of orbit so the Russians wouldn't reach it with their space shuttle. I think I watched a movie with a similar plot at that time, so it was VERY influenced by it.

One of my other stories was about a so-called Superhero, nicknamed Black Bull, who was actually a villain in disguise trying to evade the agents of a criminal organization led by his own father. I was planning a bad ending for it but i dropped before the final chapter.

My longest and best story (although the plot still sucked) was named "Randor". The setting was a very modernized Earth, where everything revolved around car races, with the trick that all of the cars were actually sentient robots with no drivers who kept their car appearance for aesthetic purposes. One company, Randor Motors, didn't want to do something conventional so they actually brought in a normal car with a  human driver at the races, but after a few failures, they  decided to actually go for a motorbike. At the bike 's first race, which happened to be an international event, one of the top competitors, Black Emperor GTX, known for being a dangerous cheater, causes an accident where the bike is completely trashed and the biker dies, but his brain is somehow saved from the wreck, and , through the use of technology we'll never actually have, his memory and personality is transplanted into a new bike prototype, making it the first human-robot. Getting the name Randor 2500, the bike/robot/human climbs through the international ranks, winning race after race, until meeting Black Emperor GTX again and getting blamed for a massacre that BE-GTX committed (massacre as in, blew up several dozen other competitors before a race), Chased by both the authorities and the criminal underworld, Randor goes into hiding, but the company who "owns" him creates a new prototype, Randor 3000X. Pretending to be the new prototype, Randor gets around the racing industry again, and manages to enter the biggest race ever. There, he manages to win the race, humiliate and destroy Black Emperor GTX and his criminal empire, regain his place in Randor Motors, and clear his name of all crimes. This one actually had 400+ pages, but I no longer understand my handwritting, plus , while the plot may sound good now, what I wrote back then was a mess in both English and Romanian that respected no grammar rules and literally sucked because I had no knowledge of phrasing logic (and no phrase had over 7 words)

 

I remember writing something in third grade for a year before it was destroyed. It got 24 hand written pages before my little brother got to it and spilled chocolate milk all over it.

It was a crazy, put down all the ideas you have on paper, type thing. 

Home --> called to NASA which is apparently only a few streets away --> Trains and only a couple months later is sent to space to an unknown planet --> there are people there that call you the chosen one and give you a dragon egg --> you raise an unruly dragon and in only six months, it's full grown and you fight this evil overlord who has had a dragon for 1000 years --> you beat him against all odds and completely forget about going to earth again. 

Happily ever after! And in only 24 pages, start to finish. 

I CAN REMEMBER THIS SO CLEARLY!!

MIMI THE MOUSE!

It's a mouse that eats ants instead of cheese.  I actually made a series for this book, and enlisted my friends into helping me.

Because of my potential, I actually got to meet a real author personally.  So you could say, that's what driven me into what I do today...

Oh, and in fourth grade, I teamed up with my friend and made an unoriginal story about a candy corn and a marshmallow.  We continued it as the "Marshmallow and Candycorn" series.  Good times...  Good times...  Ha... ha... ha...

How old are you? 

I can't believe everyone remembers these so fondly! For me, it was like reading the first ever issue of Batman, it was the original, and therefore you had to have some sort of obligatory respect for it, but... The writing and design... It... It definitely improved with time.... Ugh...

I think the first story I actually showed somebody else was in 9th Grade. Let me see if I can find it. >.>

Welp, I can't find and I'm to lazy to go look for it elsewhere in the house. It was a sort of fanfiction thing for Mistborn about the village/town in the first chapter for the third book. 

I detailed from the ending of the 2nd book to when [Spoilers] showed up and saved them. I thought it was a good story but I never thought about putting it up on CYS until now. xD So when I find it I'll transfer it to CYS and publish it.

I remember in fourth grade, I wrote two stories for two different assignments.

One was for Thanksgiving, about two hunters, who, after catching a turkey, attempt to make the turkey flawless. They ask the turkey what he wants, (Because f*ck logic) and he asks them for all these things that tire the hunters out, and when the hunters pass out, the turkey leaves. I got a C+ on the assignment, mainly because of my words were pushed together, and I had horrendous grammar at the time (Ironic, isn't it?).

The other one was about three brothers who are awoken by a murderer in a hockey mask, (Originality is OVER NINE-THOUSANDDDDDDD!!!) who chases the boys, but in the end, the killer is caught by the police, and the killer is (I don't know why I added this plot-twist) the father of the boys. I got a B on the assignment because I stopped pushing my words together, and cleaned up my grammar (Though it was still awful).

I wrote my first CYOA book in fifth grade as a part of an essay that was supposed to be five paragraphs long. I made the first two paragraphs normal, and made the 3rd, 4th, and 5th ones the results of your choice.

How did that CYOA essay work?  Did you use multiple pages or something?

"I made the first two paragraphs normal, and made the 3rd, 4th, and 5th ones the results of your choice."

I still don't understand how that would work.  Two normal paragraphs... I'm guessing that they are "one page" and then three "links" to the paragraphs?

The last three paragraphs were on the backside of the page, and the first two were on the front.

Or it could be two pages. 

Pg 1; two paragraphs

pg 2; the three paths

I had this one small genre writing project in elementary school. I decided to write about mystery, and my book (more like a story) was about a private investigator named Agent Gray. He was characterized as having Gray everything, including a jacket, car, coffee mug, shoes, etc. He also had a dog named Sparky, who had won the Medal of Honor five times. Their first mystery included investigating who kept on stealing the gray suits at a clothing department. There were only several crappy chapters, and I think I got a good grade on it though.

My very first writing I don't consider story or book - it was actually a comic, inspired from these Star Wars graphic novels. It was about a mercenary who has to escape the Empire's forces, taking place in a forest off an Imperial base. I think its still pretty good, despite my crappy drawings and generic plot.

Writing developed into my thing due to an exposure of Calvin and Hobbes/Comics and Stephen King novels my cousin lent me. This was still around elementary school, and having been inspired by reading, I used my dad's Window XP to write these shorts on Word. Fast-forward many, many years later, here I am.

5 Medal of Honors for a private investigator's dog? Sound's like Sparky is running the show.

*Medals of Honor

Yeah, at least it wasn't the purple heart.

"And poor Sparky never did learn that live grenades are not squeaky toys"

Wait...let me guess...Sparky was gray too.

Haha. Most likely, but I can't remember now. Its been a while ago.

Well, the first thing I ever wrote that could qualify as a book was a stupid little story about an elf who gets kidnapped and held prisoner by a giant for no legitimate reason. While captive, he becomes a badass sorcerer. In the end, he escapes, kills the giant, and well...I can't remember. It was really a shitty story.

I actually never had the attention span, even in school I literally hated being forced to write a shitty story I had no inspiration for. I don't think I wrote properly until secondary school.

I wrote the stories that later became Homo Perfectus after I had developed them a lot more. It was virtually indistinguishable from how they are now, except there was a scientist involved who was named Meckard (who wasn't even a bad guy then) and the main hero was able to alter his powers at will to a certain extent.

Well, I did write a story in fifth or sixth grade. I based my storygame off of it. It starts with our young hero, Mark, the son of a knight whose father was killed by the cohians, he gets sent to the orphanage where he meets a couple of other kids(and by that I mean teens) who have lost their parents in the war, so with the help of one of his fathers friends, he and one of his friends, Drake manage to get into something called a knight school, then Mark was captured by someone who proved to be the son of the god of death, he took Mark into a camp where other several "gods" like him were, they told him that they wanted to kill their parents to become full fledged gods.

So he made a deal with the gods that if they help them wipe out the cohians from his country he would help them with their problems in becoming full gods, they accepted, even though he was human(or he thought he was), and so on, they killed a shitload of Mark's enemies, went on a few side-missions where Mark revived a long deceased minor goddess and such, then after some time, and at the end of the story it is revealed that Mark is the son of one of these "godesses" and with that it ends...

I had part of the continuation where he actualy killed the gods and shit, then became the ultimate god or something, I don't know I don't remember this one as well...

 

 

You are a strange person and you have strange ideas. You should probably go into politics

I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a insult, but I guess, thanks?

I made this book called Friends. 

It is about a group of {4} friends, Lavender-the popular kid-, Sydney-the smartalic twin-, Vic-the annoying twin-, and Josh-the know-it-all-. 

I remember writing something in 2nd grade (wow, so long ago...) about a gelatinous ooze blob that went to school and ruined the Open House by eating so much he grew to a giant size and nearly destroyed the city of Funulli. That was a fun story... I wrote mostly fanfiction when I was little, though...