User blog comment:RedNovaTyrant/ANOTHER BLOG ABOUT WRITING - My Origins/@comment-5101683-20180825025156

I don't remember the first story I wrote. I do remember writing a bunch of really short stories which were Halloween-themed, and the reason I remember it is because it was for a school project. But I was supposed about my experiences that Halloween, so I got a zero on it.

I also wrote a collection of books about an alien. Originally, they were illustrated with about a sentence on each page. However, as I wrote more of them, I grew more and more frustrated with the fact that I couldn't draw the alien the same way every time, and I started writing fewer words. Eventually it became a book of pictures with zero words. I wrote eight of them before stopping.

I first wrote fanfiction when I was really young. It can best be described as a short-lived Sesame Sreet kaiju. It was about a puppet of Cookie Monster getting struck by lightning and magically growing arms, legs, a functioning digestive tract, flexible optical nerves (so its eyes could pop out of its head like snail eyes and turn green), and a ravenous appetite. It fought other Muppets which had also become sentient and developed powers. The one I can remember is "Telly Vone" who had the power to make an awful noise which made people cover their ears. This might have been because I was sensitive to noise.

I wrote a book about my imaginary friend. Actually, you could say I made up an imaginary friend and then inserted him into the book. The reason I made him up was because I saw this Nickelodeon show about bugs and I thought, "This show is really uncool." So I made up cool bugs, and I decided one of them, named Super Joe, was so cool that I should make him my imaginary friend. So I did, and I gave him the backstory that he was from Mars. Then I got bored and I made up another friend called Bounce with a little brother called Harold. Bounce was a ball with horns. He was easy to draw, and Super Joe wasn't, so I started to really like Bounce. I wrote a book about him.

So you may wonder how I know that I made up my imaginary friends. Well, (STORY TIME) the little brother called Harold turned out to be the progenitor of an ancient curse which caused him to become evil and wage a war. After a long battle, drawn on many separate sheets of paper, I killed off Super Joe and then I finally realized what I was doing and quit the whole thing. So yeah, that's the story of my imaginary friend.

The first time I wrote an "actual book" thing was in fourth grade. It was a collection of 1 to 2 page short stories about different sets in the LEGO Atlantis line, specifically the ones made in 2010. The final part of the story was 5 pages long, but it was split into chapters so it fit in visually with the others. I entered it into the Young Authors' Faire and it won.

The next book I entered into the Young Authors' Faire also won, but it also made me stop writing for that faire. The reason for this was my parents. They're nice. However, in one part of the story, the main character kills a bird and drinks its blood to gain strength. My parents had a problem with this, so they forced me to rewrite the story, and then they rewrote the story when I refused to take that scene out. The worst part was that it was the only scene like that. Is there something wrong with writing that once in a story? It made me sad.

That was about when I stopped writing for a while. My parents tried to make me write a nonfiction book about planets, but the problem was that everyone was doing something like that. The exercise was so boring that I just quit.

In seventh grade, I realized I had a foot fetish. I wrote a series of extremely softcore pornographic short stories about them. The funny thing about this was that I kept stopping because I wanted to repeat the word "toes" as many times as possible, but I started writing character arcs, and that got in the way of writing "toes". I might have also been embarrassed by it. I deleted all of the stories about that.

I had started editing on the Creepypasta Wiki at about this time. Eventually, I saw a story about a boy trying to kill his sister, and the story basically paused in the middle to build up this guy as a really creepy person. I hated it. The story's since been deleted, but the idea stayed with me for months until I moved houses in the middle of ninth grade. It was at this point that I wrote To Kill It, which is a parody of that story.

By that point, I wanted to write another story, but I didn't know how. At this point, I wrote "They Took My Soul From Me", which I've since had deleted. This is because it's basically just me whining a lot. That's not a good story.

The next story I wrote was "The Wire Man". There are a lot of reasons I deleted this story. Part of it was that no one commented on it. (Maybe I should have asked people to comment.)

To delete that, I wrote "A Story about a Stupid Crazy Person". ChristianWallis gently reminded me that if I had really wanted to delete the story, I could have just asked.

I wrote A Good Ending at this point. I was originally writing about myself, but then it became a story about self-worth, because it did. J. Deschene, thank her, pointed out what tonal whiplash it was, so I changed the beginning of the story.