Throwback Thursday

Hi guys! Guess what. I remembered that it is Thursday, and I have planned posts on Thursday. So here, on time,  is your Throwback Thursday post.

These snippets come from 2009, when I was 13 years old. *shudder* There's some pretty lousy ones this week, and I can hardly say that I was a little child and didn't know any better. I was a teenager for crying out loud. Anyway, I've found that 2009 was apparently a very busy writing year for me, because there are a pack of stories with 2009 scribbled on them, so I'll be splitting them into two posts. Here is the first round.

 2009

The Chronicles of Tashba

Now before we go on, you need to know a bit about this pair. They live on the island of Tashba. And if you started from the center of the island and walked north, you would reach the ocean quite quickly. But if you walked south, you would never reach the sea no matter how far you walked. Nor if you walked east or west.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. The Chronicles of Narnia was my favorite thing ever at this point in time. However, the story (miraculously) was not a complete rip off of Narnia. (I was learning guys! It had begun to occur to me that I should write original characters and plots!)I don't remember much about the story world I created for it, but this snippet makes me like it quite a lot.

The Alyx Bane Files (original)

“One thing, miss. These murderers aren’t likely to follow rules of weapons. Many will be illegal, leaving us at a slight disadvantage. They’ll have explosives and....”

Alyx cut him off and casually stated. “Then eliminate the disadvantage.”

By the end of the week, the armory (Alyx’s room) was filled with weapons. Rifles, hand guns, machine guns, silencers, grenades, tranquilizers, and many other things that may or may not have been legal.

Ah yes. The original Alyx Bane Files. I have since started to write it over again, and it is decidedly less Artemis Fowl meets A Series of Unfortunate Events. I still wish I had her house though. Besides her impressive (borderline illegal) arsenal, she has a secret lab in the basement. Pretty cool, huh?

Borderline? Is that what you're calling it?

Andy Thompson

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was my twelfth birthday. Aunt Phyllis came over for a ‘surprise.’ She had a ‘most wonderful gift’ to give me. I’m to go live with her and ‘become a lady.’ I find this simply appalling.

 The sarcasm is strong with this one. The whole story wasn't wrote as a diary, but each chapter began with an entry. I was still under the impression that being a lady was a dreadful thing. I also seem to remember having a fascination with mining towns at that time.

The Jay Marie Western Adventure Series

Luke grinned. “I reckon you better go rescue Tucker.”

“Tucker. He’s here?”

Luke nodded. “Since you weren’t around, yer ma’s got him inside giving him a haircut.”

Ah yes. A boy getting a haircut. That is most certainly something he needed rescuing from. It's a dreadful business. Boys should have the ability to get hat hair. Anyway, this story was largely my own, though I think I originally got the idea for Jay from Missy Lahaye from the Love Comes Softly movies. She morphed dramatically from the movie character though, and was a complete brat, I might add.

Will and Jessica

The next day Jessica felt fidgety. She feared someone might notice something about her and their plans be exposed. She somehow made it through the day, but the night was even worse. Anticipation was a churning ball in the pit of her stomach. Anticipation and anxiety. Though the workers here were kind, she and Will would most certainly be in trouble if they were caught trying to run away.

Who doesn't love a good orphan story? This one was actually an orphan train story. I loved the little gang of hoodlums I had created and set loose on the streets to pick pocket unsuspecting business men.

 

Falicia Calden

He shook Stacy's hand, then Nancy's. Ichabod hissed at him. Rand curled his lip at the cat and hissed back.

Did I ever tell you that I went through a phase where I was in love with Canadian Mounties? This story right here is proof.

Rachel Scott.

They made their way down the country lane. "So, what did you want to tell me?" She asked.
Holden flushed slightly. "I didn't want to tell you anything."
"Then why..."
Holden cut her off. "I wanted to give you this." He handed her a choker made of black ribbon, with a small glass gem dangling down from the center. "Happy birthday."

You know what is so odd for me? I remember writing this scene. I remember exactly how it looked in my head. It was dark out. She was wearing a blue dress. There were stars, and the road was lined with trees. Why is none of that in this scene? I have no idea. I do know that I started this story shortly after reading Roses for Mama.

Kinly Hardin

We were the youngest outlaws in the history of Texas. Law men hated us, other outlaws respected us, and men who worked with Jack Dutch came to fear us. We were cagey as coyotes, canny as foxes, wild as mustangs, vicious as wolves, quick as rattlesnakes, and- if threatened- just as deadly.

So, funny story. The characters described in this atrocious piece weren't outlaws. I kid you not, they weren't. I just really liked this piece (I cannot for the life of me see why) and wanted it in there, so that's how the story started.

Gwen #1.

The Queen sat down and began to cry. Her husband had just died in battle, and now she would die, having a terrible allergy to peppermint.

I have tried to write this Gwen girl so many times. She eventually turned into the main character from The Riders of Carstindad, but this was the first story I had planned for her. Peppermint was murderous in every version of this story I ever wrote. I don't know why. I think it was because I hate peppermint, and the Baudelaire children are allergic to it in their series, and my cousin always claimed he was allergic to onions and would die if he ate them, so I combined all those threads and smashed them together in this laughingly tragic scene.  

Ryder Dorrance

"Do you want me to introduce you to her?"
I shook my head. A second later Rachel Stone came walking up, pretty as a picture, still staring at me. She stopped directly in front of me and I quickly looked away.
"I feel like I should know you." She said frankly. "What's your name?"
"Ryder Dorrance." I mumbled.
Her eyes widened with recognition. "You!" She hissed. "You threw a toad in my lunchbox!"

I'm pretty sure this was my first attempt at writing in first person, and I really hated it at first. From this we can gather that I use the name Rachel too much, as it has turned up in two of the snippets I've given you so far for this year. I'll also let you know, that Ryder has a hopeless crush on her at this point, and feels like his life is ruined when she recognizes him.

Alright, enough of this nasty business. That's all I'm going to share with you today. Have fun with the ridiculous scribblings of a brand new teenager.