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I'll try and find something but most of my old writing was deleted. And I never delete anything. Get the picture :P

How old? When I was 6 old, or something more like 3 years ago old?

Ahhh! Katara, you are a master at victimizing me.

I am so so so not going to post anything or otherwise allow you to embarrass me. *runs away*

In order to make this thread fair, Lydia should be able to post really recent writing as well, because that's equally laughable :P

I just found some of the stuff I wrote a while ago O__O

I can't even post it here, plus I'm not sure where the monstrosity ends... To summarize the blob, this girl's parents don't like her, and always leave her behind on vacations. Except my young mind for some reason decided they kept sent her to the pound during these vacations O.o and to make this all worse, the pound people don't do the smart thing and call the authorities. No, they decided 'hey, this girl gets dumped off here every summer. Let's build her a bed-room!' -__-

I mean, it's just so... O.O HORRIBLE! *hangs head in shame* I don't even want to know where that came thing from... I mean that's not even legal XD (the pound thing, although such bad writing shouldn't be legal either...)
Well, there you have it, a summary of horrible writing by ME! (Jams) Let the laughing and pointing commence! XD

JazzyJams wrote: "I just found some of the stuff I wrote a while ago O__O

I can't even post it here, plus I'm not sure where the monstrosity ends... To summarize the blob, this girl's parents don't like her, and a..."

That's pretty funny, but I bet it would be more hysterical if we had excerpts. Why wouldn't they just leave her with friends or something.

The Mighty Katara wrote: "You must post it. If you do, I have a really, really
bad
one I can post."

Just one?

The Mighty Katara wrote: "You must post it. If you do, I have a really, really
bad one I can post."

I want to see it!!

The Mighty Katara wrote: "You must post it. If you do, I have a really, really
bad
one I can post."

Fine... But so you know, it's really, REALLY short (although I have like, 3 other really bad versions of this hiding in shame, and then 1 okayish version up somewhere)

WARNING PATHETIC IDEA IN HERE --> (view spoiler)[
Hi, my name is Jillian Grey. My life has always been messed up. So messed up that it`s normal for me to ask Santa to be one of the orphans at the orphanage at Christmas. But it got weird at the end of school this year. My parents told me and my three sisters, April, Angelica and Eliza, that we were going on a little road trip. For a normal girl, this would be expected when it`s summer vacation. But for me it was if they said pigs can fly. You see my parents never take us anywhere – at least they haven`t taken me anywhere. Just last year they took the twins on vacation and left April with Aunt Annie. She lives in a mansion and is one the funniest person I know. Do you know where I was left? I was left at the dog pound for a month. It wasn’t as bad as you think. As soon as my parents left Johanna, one of my best friends who volunteers there, came and took me to the guest room that was built for me a few years back. You see, my parents don’t really care about me. The unbiased part of me knows that they have to take care of the others and that`s why I get barely any of the attention. But even when I was an only child, I wasn’t the one in the center of attention. Our cat, Oreo was the one in the spotlight. An adorable baby, outshined by a cat that looks like it just crawled out of the sewer. (hide spoiler)]

Whatever is in there ^^^ isn't the only version of this... Although this is the only version with the pound in it, so I guess little me decided it was a terrible idea XD In another version the girl is left with a crazy great-aunt instead... However the "I hate my parents, and they hate me" thing and the ugly XD

Just so you know, if I wasn't lazy as a child, there would be more horribleness to go around... I think that thing up there was supposed to be an introduction XD

Now it's your turn to post dreadful old writing!!! *evil grin*

Danny wrote: "JazzyJams wrote: "I just found some of the stuff I wrote a while ago O__O

I can't even post it here, plus I'm not sure where the monstrosity ends... To summarize the blob, this girl's parents don..."

I really don't know... I think I was trying to stress the idea that they REALLY don't like her :/ Yeah...

The Mighty Katara wrote: "But even when I was an only child, I wasn’t the one in the center of attention. Our cat, Oreo was the one in the spotlight.

HAHA! The wording there is just hilarious. Please tell me there is more ..."

Gladly (for me, probably not for you), this is the end, although there are some other versions of something similar floating around in my files.

The Mighty Katara wrote: "Okay, this is (in my memory anyway) one of the worst things I've ever written. I wrote this when I was twelve, and I was apparently really violent back then.

To set the scene, all I really need to..."

You know, it wasn't that bad until he started killing everyone XD

But you think you were violent in writing? I have this disturbing half-thing hidden away with "DO NOT READ, IS HORRIBLE!!!" labeling it XD

The Mighty Katara wrote: "JazzyJams wrote: "The Mighty Katara wrote: "But even when I was an only child, I wasn’t the one in the center of attention. Our cat, Oreo was the one in the spotlight.

HAHA! The wording there is j..."

They aren't as funny, trust me. In fact, they repeat each other. I didn't like the wording, so I kept rewriting it differently. Now I realize it wasn't my approach, it was the ideas themselves XD

The Mighty Katara wrote: "I'm pretty sure it was bad the whole way through, but thank you.

But you think you were violent in writing? I have this disturbing half-thing hidden away with "DO NOT READ, IS HORRIBLE!!!" labelin..."

Actually, that's something completely different. And only if you post something else.

That's a god point ^__^ Let's wait to for everyone else...

Trust me, the story that is marked "NEVER READ" is all one bad blur XD

Hey, Jazzy it's not that bad. It's kind of cute for a kid's writing. It's probably better than the Turmon bloodbath. How does someone decapitate someone else by mistake?

Thanks Danny! Although it would be cuter if I had been like, 8, instead of around 11... My writing was not fantastic at that stage (As you can see above XD)

The Mighty Katara wrote: "Okay, this is (in my memory anyway) one of the worst things I've ever written. I wrote this when I was twelve, and I was apparently really violent back then.

To set the scene, all I really need to..."

Ooooh. That's...um...*searches for the right word*

I'm speechless, as of now.

It has that effect.

O_O

I don't have anything. I deleted all my past stuff.

And please don't ask me to wrote anything now besides the short story contest, because it will be awful. :)

People keep telling me fan fiction is "bad," so here goes...

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4115065/1...

Warning: it's based on an M-rated game, and I'm a shade fuzzy on just how bloody this got. No sex, no swearing... just violence. Oh, and it's a Twilight Zone homage to boot.

Okay I have something to post, I'm just not sure how I would post it. It's a story that I wrote when I was...11? It was, like, six chapters long, and over the course of the story I think eight characters died-out of the blue-when there was nothing wrong with them to begin with. It was like, the main character would walk from one room to the other, and in every room someone would be crying and going all, "he/she was too young to die!" (Basically) that's how it went down.

The Mighty Katara wrote: "Livvy {I'm not gloomy, I'm just not always happy} wrote: "Okay I have something to post, I'm just not sure how I would post it. It's a story that I wrote when I was...11? It was, like, six chapters..."

I second this :D

JazzyJams wrote: "The Mighty Katara wrote: "Livvy {I'm not gloomy, I'm just not always happy} wrote: "Okay I have something to post, I'm just not sure how I would post it. It's a story that I wrote when I was...11? ..."

The Mighty Katara wrote: "Livvy {I'm not gloomy, I'm just not always happy} wrote: "Okay I have something to post, I'm just not sure how I would post it. It's a story that I wrote when I was...11? It was, like, six chapters..."

I knew I shouldn't have said anything...fine, I'll get on it:P

I can post this short story I wrote this last year. It's awful. And weird. REALLY WEIRD. Nothing that I think could even be possible. But I want people begging (and embarrassing themselves) before I embarrass myself that badly.

Okay, no one begged me, but here it comes anyway. Warning: it's long. (view spoiler)[

A Porcelain Doll

The dark haired girl was concentrated on her homework. Distracted, she looked up, and around her room. Her gaze fell on the white shelf behind her. Specifically, on the porcelain doll sitting there, facing her.
“I could swear that doll was facing the door before,” the girl said under her breath. She put the thought off, and returned to her math worksheet.
A few minutes later, the girl looked up again. Her gaze landed upon the pale doll again.
“It’s facing the door again!” she gasped. “Am I seeing things, or is the doll moving?”
The girl was determined to see if she was correct. She exited her room, ran down the stairs, and found the family’s digital camera. The girl was going to videotape the doll to see if it was actually moving. She ran up the stairs, and walked through the hallway to her bedroom. As soon as she reached the doorway, her eyes found the center of the room. It appeared that the porcelain doll had fallen off the shelf. However, the doll did not have a single crack, and was standing upright. In the middle of the room. The doll had her empty eyes staring right at the girl.
Stunned, the girl took a step back. In her terror, she stood there amazed, looking at the doll, never noticing the fact the doll was standing. The girl stood there for a few minutes, never letting her eyes off the doll. The doll did not move at all. The girl took a step forward. The doll did not move. Another step. No movement. The girl was now past the doorway, fully in her room. Only three yards between her and the horrifying piece of artwork. Two more steps. No motion. Another step. No movement. A yard more. A step. Stillness had filled the house. The final step.
The girl bent her knees and lowered herself. The doll’s eyes were empty. So empty, that the girl wanted to run away from the doll, away from the room, away from the house. But the girl was too close.
Suddenly, the girl got an urge to touch the doll. The doll that once had been porcelain cold, now had an odd warmth to it.
The girl looked up and discovered she was not in her room anymore. It was as if she was another planet, another world. As she had appeared on a set for a sci-fi movie. A deserted set. The pale face, the face she used a lot of makeup on, showed fear and worry. The thin body, the body that made her popular, wanted to start shaking. The blue eyes, the eyes her boyfriend had called beautiful, wanted to swell up with tears. Yet they could not, for the mind, the mind that her teachers appreciated her for, was too curious to study her surroundings. The girl was too afraid to move, so she only turned and looked around her.
Then she heard a voice behind her. A strong, enchanting, lovely, pleasing, stunning, fulfilling, beautiful, yet fierce, intimidating, terrifying tenor that said, “Aah! Finally, Sarah!”
She whipped herself around.
“What do you want from me?” Sarah asked.
“I want nothing from you, Sarah,” the voice replied.
“How do you know my name? Who are you? How come I don’t see you? Where are you? What are you?” Sarah was now getting really scared.
“How do I know your name? I named you?”
“You named me? My grandfather named me!”
“That’s what you, and he, think.”
A pause.
“What do you mean?”
“Sarah, I am your grandfather’s spirit.”
“What?! My grandfather died of old age.”
“But he still had a spirit, a soul.”
“I don’t understand.”
A sigh. “Humans are just bodies, with no life in them. Then we, spirits, come inhabit them to give them life.”
“Where in the world am I?” Sarah asked, looking around her.
“You are in your imagination. Well, theoretically, it’s not your imagination, it’s your spirit’s.”
“Pardon?”
“Before one’s spirit leaves one’s body, it is the duty of a spirit of a former family member to explain all this stuff about the spirits. Porcelain dolls are exceptional beings to inhabit for such interactions.”
“Inhabit? And you just went off topic.”
The spirit would have rolled his eyes at this moment, if he had any. “Yes, inhabit. As spirits, we do not have physical bodies, so we cannot feel, hear, speak, taste, smell...”
“How come you’re talking to me right now?”
“Aah, you see, I am not speaking to you. We are communicating telepathically. I am inhabiting this doll, and when you touched it, we were able to communicate with just thoughts.”
“Interesting?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“So, do you spirits always start jumping off shelves?”
“Oh no! I only had to move the doll because you hadn’t touched it in a while, and were not going to, so I had to do that to get you to approach the doll.”
“And this place...”
“It is the depths of your imagination and mind. Where you expected to end up after approaching the doll.”
“Expected?”
“Subconsciousness.”
“And you are telling me all of this because...”
“Because it is my duty, as I said earlier.” The spirit paused. “Well, thought, not said.”
“How come my spirit didn’t know all of this?”
“This information is told only to spirits who are about to leave their dwellings, and then those spirits pass it on. It’s a chain.”
Sarah was a bit worried. “And what happens to those ‘dwellings?’”

❀

“Sarah?” her mom asked after she came home. “Sarah? Are you home?”
Sarah’s mom went upstairs. She walked down the hallway, to Sarah’s bedroom.
“Honey...” Sarah’s mother stopped in mid sentence when she got to the doorway.
She screamed.
In the middle of the room was the porcelain doll, still upright. Sarah was laying next to it, with her hand on it, dead. (hide spoiler)]

Wow, that was awful. No offense. Is that the end of the story.

Danny wrote: "Wow, that was awful. No offense. Is that the end of the story."

Somehow my English teacher liked it. This is what she wrote: "Nice twist ending there--this has the makings of a great horror short story. Also, I think this somewhat fits with The Setting Stone’s Misprint Edition--you should consider submitting it. 30/30 A+"

Submit this to a literary arts magazine? NEVER!!!!!

Well, I guess the premise was kind of interesting.

Not really. I was actually planning on stopping after "Suddenly, the girl got an urge to touch the doll. The doll that once had been porcelain cold, now had an odd warmth to it.", but it wasn't long enough for the school assignment. And anyways, my English teacher had us read a whole bunch of really weird short stories all school year. For example, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?, A Cask of Amontillado, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, A Rose for Emily, The Most Dangerous Game, A Good Man Is Hard To Find, etc.

I really like The Most Dangerous Game.

The Most Dangerous Game is good. One of the only good ones we did read. (Well, Omelas is pretty good also.) The rest were weird. Have you read any of the others?

The Mighty Katara wrote: "Most Dangerous Game is good, but I really, really dislike the ending."

Right on!

I liked The Most Dangerous Game and The Cask of Amontillado... I thought they were interesting in a creepy way. Although the endings didn't make much sense :/

JazzyJams wrote: "I liked The Most Dangerous Game and The Cask of Amontillado... I thought they were interesting in a creepy way. Although the endings didn't make much sense :/"

Exactly. Well, EAP writes weird stories. Masoning that drunkard into the wall in the crypt...

Didn't he also throw in the torch?

Ella wrote: "The Most Dangerous Game is good. One of the only good ones we did read. (Well, Omelas is pretty good also.) The rest were weird. Have you read any of the others?"

No, I didn't recognize any of the other titles.

Danny wrote: "Ella wrote: "The Most Dangerous Game is good. One of the only good ones we did read. (Well, Omelas is pretty good also.) The rest were weird. Have you read any of the others?"

No, I didn't recogni..."

You might be interested in the others. Many of them are nice to debate and discuss (about human nature and the many meanings of some stories)