Post by Bannanachair on Apr 3, 2018 8:58:59 GMT -4
I was thinking a little bit about the first thing that I ever wrote for fun, because yay for forgotten memories suddenly returning. It may surprise some of you guys to hear this, but I apparently did some writing before I even signed up for ROBLOX. I didn't put it anywhere other than an old OneNote file that didn't cloud over to anything on a sony vaio that I mysteriously lost, but I can remember the story somewhat. I thought that it was a book, for some reason. I will now very briefly summarize what I wrote, and I guarantee that the summary will likely end up being significantly better than the story itself was:
I start off with a disclaimer stating that it's fiction, and explaining what fiction means, so as not to confuse my audience in case they think that it's nonfiction. Then, the protagonist is sent into exile from a castle, and also he's a teenager, because teenagers are just so cool when you're young. Anyway, the protagonist meets friends and tries to find the MacGuffin, but they're separated. The king is evil. There's also a mysterious twentysomething (because he needs to be older than the teenagers, but he can't be too old!) badass character doing his own thing, and then he has a flashback to something vague that shows that one of the badguys was once a goodguy, and also someone else important(-ish) died at the hands of a third faction that would have appeared if I were to have bothered writing "sequels". The protagonist finds the MacGuffin and reunites with one of his friends, but his other two (I think there were four of them, but I don't know why I think that) remained separated. Then, in the night, mysterious badass steals the MacGuffin and knows how to use it. It's a map, but if you alter the map, you change the real world. Somehow that allowed him to fly.
There were only seven or eight "chapters" in the "book", each of which was maybe one or two paragraphs long at most (but I didn't do paragraphs or sentences properly, so it was more like five or six very very short paragraphs per chapter). I think I wrote in third person omniscient, but honestly, I don't think I knew the difference between third person omniscient and third person limited perspective, so it was likely a hodgepodge of the two. There weren't many plotholes because there wasn't much of a plot to have holes in. (That said, there were still some plotholes). Nobody had a fantasy name: It was "john" and "jack" and other real names without capital letters (because I was too lazy to press the "shift" key on my computer). It made all that crap from 2012 that I was so embarrassed about for so long seem like it was written by Hemingway in comparison.
In my defense, I think I was between eight and ten years old when I wrote it.
I start off with a disclaimer stating that it's fiction, and explaining what fiction means, so as not to confuse my audience in case they think that it's nonfiction. Then, the protagonist is sent into exile from a castle, and also he's a teenager, because teenagers are just so cool when you're young. Anyway, the protagonist meets friends and tries to find the MacGuffin, but they're separated. The king is evil. There's also a mysterious twentysomething (because he needs to be older than the teenagers, but he can't be too old!) badass character doing his own thing, and then he has a flashback to something vague that shows that one of the badguys was once a goodguy, and also someone else important(-ish) died at the hands of a third faction that would have appeared if I were to have bothered writing "sequels". The protagonist finds the MacGuffin and reunites with one of his friends, but his other two (I think there were four of them, but I don't know why I think that) remained separated. Then, in the night, mysterious badass steals the MacGuffin and knows how to use it. It's a map, but if you alter the map, you change the real world. Somehow that allowed him to fly.
There were only seven or eight "chapters" in the "book", each of which was maybe one or two paragraphs long at most (but I didn't do paragraphs or sentences properly, so it was more like five or six very very short paragraphs per chapter). I think I wrote in third person omniscient, but honestly, I don't think I knew the difference between third person omniscient and third person limited perspective, so it was likely a hodgepodge of the two. There weren't many plotholes because there wasn't much of a plot to have holes in. (That said, there were still some plotholes). Nobody had a fantasy name: It was "john" and "jack" and other real names without capital letters (because I was too lazy to press the "shift" key on my computer). It made all that crap from 2012 that I was so embarrassed about for so long seem like it was written by Hemingway in comparison.
In my defense, I think I was between eight and ten years old when I wrote it.
