I moved house a few months ago, and while packing dug up some of my own childhood stories. I think these were all written for English classes in school (which is why they're unfinished or rushed); who knows what my teachers made of some of these. In retrospect, they seem more like horrible, horrible warnings.
I had been asked to carry a message around the school by Mr Wileman. I just had to show the teachers the message and not read it out U to them because it was for teachers eyes only. So far the day had seemed pretty normal, but I soon discovered that I was wrong. As I g approached the first classroom I thought I could hear screams and crashings. I decided that was ridiculous and blocked all sound coming to my ears as I opened the door.
I knew I had just done one of the worst things that could be done. If Chief Sir ever found out, I would be dead meat. Headed for an early grave. So I had to hide the Verbal Reasoning Test. Hiding it in the attic seemed risky, after the business with the ten pound note. And if I hid it at my house then someone could discover it. So where could I hide it? Then I had a brainwave. Somewhere where noone would ever, ever find it. The old mill. I entered the old mill. It was late at night and the floorboards kept on creaking eerily beneath my feet. I flung the test in a cupboard and was about to leave when I heard someone walking up the corridor. I flung myself in the cupboard, closed the door and sighed. What now?
It was ten minutes to midnight and Alf was locking up the old mansion which he gave tours of. The old building had been standing for a hundred and seventy-two years. It was huge, and people on the tour enjoyed seeing into every room, looking for the ghost. The ghost was supposed to have been a traitor to the lord of the mansion, so he was taken to a fire the servants had built, were where they held him so his head was in the flames, and torched his head till it was a skull. Alf chuckled at the legend. Then he remembered he had left his bag inside. He went back inside, collected his bag....... and heard a voice moan "I smell blood.... I shaaallll killl..." Alf looked at the stairs.... and at the hideous ghost at the top, coming towards him. It was wearing old-fashioned clothes with a singed ruff. Btu what really attracted Alf's attention was that where his head should be, there was a skull, grey and dirty, with blank, staring eye sockets that were somehow fixed on Alf. Alf knew the he had to act fast, as the ghost was getting nearer every second. Alf pulled his camera out of his bag and snapped a picture of the ghost, ignoring the ripping noise, not glancing at the thing that clattered to the floor seconds later.
I looked around. Everything was different from usual. For one thing, I seemed to be on some kind of spaceship when I expected to be at home playing on the computer. For another thing, I did not expect to be surrounded by little green aliens with jars on top of their heads containing their brains. "Greetings, Earth fool! We are the Zurgons," A small alien at the front said. I couldn't care less that they were the Zurgons. But the small alien had called me a fool and it would pay for it. The alien looked so small and so weak. So fragile. ...But when people insult me, I get angry. With one swift swing of the arm he was on the other side of the room, lying still. The Zurgons all took a step back. I sighed. "What do you little freaks want to do with or take from me?" I asked as the small alien was dragged away. "W-w-we only wanted to test our new machine on you," A Zurgon on the far left of the machine-filled room said.
This story would end with the machine making me so clever I can do anything just by thinking about it. I deliberately break the machine and run away. After lots of running and fighting I realize I can return to earth just by thinking about it. I return to earth and change reality so I am ruler of the world.
...The common themes seem to be violence and my utter weariness with the world around me.
Post by Terry Craig on Dec 15, 2013 8:40:38 GMT -5
Haha, "Then I had a brainwave." Those excerpts have a very strong Goosebumps feel to it, I like that. I've written several similar supernatural-horror-themed stories as a kid as well. (Not sure where I put them, though.)
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"Some days, you feel like the world is against you. And everyone around you seems so mean and ugly. There are times I just burn with hate. In those times... I am ugly, too. I don't want to hate. I want to be kind, and waken the kindness in others." - Amy Jellicoe
Same as Dante, I just moved into a new house and found a notebook full of stories that I wrote in second grade. The first one I'm sharing is vaguely Asian; I think there was some kid at school who was into manga and I half-heard about all these weird names and storylines that he liked. And the second one was probably influenced in some part by ASOUE, which I was in the middle of reading at the time, because I used words that I thought were pretty big, like "unusually" and "sorrow."
Ghostydust was talking to the gods in the ancient field when Shimoe came up and asked what he was doing. Ghostydust messed up and couldn't speak to the gods anymore because Shimoe had interrupted him. Then Ghostydust got furious at Shimoe and tried to attack him, but Shimoe flew away just in time. Ghostydust hid in a hole he made in the ground until Shimoe thought the coast was clear and came back. Ghostydust jumped onto Shimoe and did Qupine blast on Shimoe's wings. They fell off and then Shimoe fell to ground because he didn't have legs so he couldn't walk and he didn't have wings. Ghostydust made a hole in the ground and picked up Shimoe with his super strength and threw him in the hole. Five days later Ghostydust was talking to the gods again at the field when the ground started to rumble and then Shimoe rose from the dead with wings again and he could also breathe fire. Also now he had hair covering him and he looked a lot meaner. Shimoe crossed his eyes and breathed fire at Ghostydust. Ghostydust tried to run but his butt got burnt and it spread around his body and he turned to ash. Shimoe called to his brother, Hakatime, and they froze Ghostydust's ashes and then they melted the ice with their fire breath and the Ghostydust was gone.
THE ^unMARVELOUS MAGIC sadness OF MR. MASTERMIND
Mr. Mastermind was a very handsome man. He went around town showing off his beautifully and unusually white teeth. Mr. Mastermind always wore an unusually large top-hat and an unusually large overcoat. He had an unusually large hat, coat, pants, shoes, feet, body, head, mouth, and eyes. Since Mr. Mastermind's head was very large his brain was too, which meant that he was very smart. Mr. Mastermind had a masters degree, honors award, and hundreds of scholarships from college all framed in his office. Mr. Mastermind was a lawyer. One day Mr. Mastermind was taking his usual walk when he stepped into a hole in the side full of cement. So he had to go home with a big, wet leg covered in wet cement. When he got home, the cement had dried and Mr. Mastermind lived in sorrow for the rest of his life because his leg was stuck in an uncomfortable position.