A story I wrote as a teenager. oh dear.
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hafitalWhile looking for some paperwork in my greatly disordered filing system, I came across one of the first stories I ever wrote, as a creative writing assignment in my 9th grade english class. Rereading it after all these years was... eye-opening. And very silly.
I transcribe it here for your amusement, and mine, in all its kooky, misspelled splendor. I guess once a speculative fiction writer, always a speculative fiction writer.
~~~
Dec. 21, 1988
The Answer is Blowing in the Wind.
Looking out the window I could see my little sister walking in the garden with her boyfriend. She's grown up now. I can still remember her with pigtails, asking me if I wouldtake her to get her something to eat give her some candy.
Tired of looking I sat down, poured myself another drink, and tried to find answers to problems that have no answers. Then getting annoyed with myself for not finding the answers, I decided to go visit Alia[1]. I needed pampering and since Mother's death, Alia is the only one who does it. [2]
Half way out of the house, my father stopes[3] me and says "Son, you are aware that you are to go with me to the House of Lords tomorrow." I look at him and see what I always see in him, a man who wants his son to be exactly like him only better. How am I to tell him that I don't want to be like him when it means so much to him. "Yes Father," I reply. [4]
"OH I nearly forgot," says my father, "Margaret is coming for tea Teusday[5], do make yourself presentable." I nod and shut the door.
If need be I could handle becoming a Lord but he's not going to get me to marry someone I don't love or even like for that matter. [6]
An hour later I'm sitting in the small drawing room at Alia's house. She's not rich but the house is much more happier than mine. I don't care if it only consists of a small drawing room, two bedrooms, and a small sitting room. [7] "Patrick," she says, you should just tell him instead of moping around and making yourself unhappy." [8] I look up at her, seeing her gray green eyes and her dark brown hair. I know deep down that she's right but I'm not ready to deal with it. "I have to get going if I want to be home before Tea time," I tell her and leave. [9]
During the ride home, I went over my short talk with Alia. I know she's right, but after Mother's Death I can't bring myself to go against my father, but I can't let him rule my life for me. [10]
This internal conflict whent[11] running around inside, jumping from side to side when I started toget realize a growing feeling of uneasyness[12] inside of me, like if something was going to happen, I remember having had this feeling before, just before my mother's death. I dismissed this as just a figment of my imagination. This explanation seemed to calm me even though deep down inside I know It was a lie. I sat back in my seat, listened to the radio, and started to relax. One of my favorite songs was on, Blowing in the Wind. I had always wished that it could be as simple as having the answer blowing in the wind.
It was just then when I realized that the wind was blowing pretty strong. I suddenly got this unexplicable [13] desire to feel the wind on my face. So, even though I was already late, I stop the car and got out.[14]
I stood there for a while, feeling the wind run through my hair and saw it play around the trees. It came up to me and gave me a gentle slap on my face [15]. I suddenly felt that I should leave as soon as possible only I didn't do anything, I just stood there. I started walking away from the car and came to a clearing in the woods. The wind was blowing really strong, tearing throu[16] trees, running in circles all around me.
The sky, suddenly became very bright, pretty soon I had to cover my eyes from the brightness. The wind went to its climax [17]. Through the wind I saw some one come up and stand right in front of me. As I looked into his eyes I began to realize that he was me. [18]
I had no time to be surprised because the next thing I new [19] was that we had traded places we were both walking backwards until I couldn't see him anymore.
Then I hit something, feel[20] down, and blacked out.
* * * * *
The man walked back to the car and got in. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to do this now. At first he accepted the challenge as a new experience and something to do... but now what if he messes up this poor human life even more. [21]
He calms himself down with a breathing ritual, then goes over all of the things he learned at the in the exchange with the human, and prepares himself for his assignment.
* * * * * *
I see scenes of my childhood and adolecense, [22] scenes of my mother and father together, scenes of Alia, scenes of my sister. Suddenly there were voices, my father, my mother, my sister and Alia. Again they stopped and I started to come around.
As I came to^and my eyes started to focuss and see my surroundings^I realized I was in a room, on a bed, all by my self.
I hardly had time to think on where and how I got there when someone came in. As I looked at him, I gasped as Irealized saw that he wasn't human. I looked into his large dark green eyes, so dark they were practically black. I began to realize the situation I was in, and wonder if I would ever go home again.
"Do not worry, you will go back to your home and family before too long," the alien answered as if he knew what I had thought. In spite of my present condition, I began too relax and felt no hostility towards my new friend and did not worry.
"No time to relax now, it's time you went home," my friend answered after seconds of relaxation. It seemed as if my visit there wasn't ment to be very long. [23]
I followed him out of the room, down a hall and then we stopped in front of a wall. That old feeling of uneasyness came back. Suddenly the wall opened and I could see out, only there was nothing to see out to, just an incredible brightness, so bright I had to cover my eyes.
I started walking down the ramp. Looking up I saw the figure of a man walking in my direction. As he came up to me I realized that it was me again.
This time the trading places was more gradual and not so fast. He told me everything that happen but because he went to fast I didn't quite understand everything.
I walked back to the car, got in and went home. I didn't know how to explain to my father about my tardyness [24].
When I got home, my father tells me "Well son, the weddings all set for next week." I realize that something's not quite right. [25] "I like Alia, I wish you would have told me about her sooner, than I would not have made you suffer so much," says my father. Now I'm perplexed. [25]
When I finally figure out what happened, I went up to the little clearing in the woods. The wind is blowing, but not as strong. I still see the large green eyes and wonder why. As the wind blows across my face I wisper [26] thank you. then I hear the answer, blowing in the wind.
[1] Clearly I was still in the middle of reading Herbert's Dune books.
[2] lol
[3] seriously?
[4] House of Lords?? BWAH. I think I wanted to be an anglophile but didn't know the first thing about England.
[5] Tuesday is such a problematic word. Also, when in doubt, mention tea.
[6] You tell him.
[7] sounds luxurious to me.
[8] HAHAHA. Ooh, Alia is spunky. What's she doing with drip like this guy?
[9] see? Tea. Works every time.
[10] This guy is kind of annoying, isn't he? I think this is what I thought was character development.
[11] /o\
[12] sigh.
[13] Clearly, spell check was invented for people like myself.
[14] I have no idea what tense this story is supposed to be written in. I think it's present, which is rather bold of my 14-year-old self.
[15] Snerk.
[16] *head desk*
[17] It went where?
[18] Okay, that's not a half bad reveal.
[19] I always did have a problem with that silent 'k'
[20] I needed a beta.
[21] I don't think that's possible.
[22] nice try.
[23] haha.
[24] Have to get back for tea. Also, I guess I never learned "drop the y" rule.
[25] Probably my favorite line of the story. tee hee.
[26] sigh.
I transcribe it here for your amusement, and mine, in all its kooky, misspelled splendor. I guess once a speculative fiction writer, always a speculative fiction writer.
~~~
Dec. 21, 1988
The Answer is Blowing in the Wind.
Looking out the window I could see my little sister walking in the garden with her boyfriend. She's grown up now. I can still remember her with pigtails, asking me if I would
Tired of looking I sat down, poured myself another drink, and tried to find answers to problems that have no answers. Then getting annoyed with myself for not finding the answers, I decided to go visit Alia[1]. I needed pampering and since Mother's death, Alia is the only one who does it. [2]
Half way out of the house, my father stopes[3] me and says "Son, you are aware that you are to go with me to the House of Lords tomorrow." I look at him and see what I always see in him, a man who wants his son to be exactly like him only better. How am I to tell him that I don't want to be like him when it means so much to him. "Yes Father," I reply. [4]
"OH I nearly forgot," says my father, "Margaret is coming for tea Teusday[5], do make yourself presentable." I nod and shut the door.
If need be I could handle becoming a Lord but he's not going to get me to marry someone I don't love or even like for that matter. [6]
An hour later I'm sitting in the small drawing room at Alia's house. She's not rich but the house is much more happier than mine. I don't care if it only consists of a small drawing room, two bedrooms, and a small sitting room. [7] "Patrick," she says, you should just tell him instead of moping around and making yourself unhappy." [8] I look up at her, seeing her gray green eyes and her dark brown hair. I know deep down that she's right but I'm not ready to deal with it. "I have to get going if I want to be home before Tea time," I tell her and leave. [9]
During the ride home, I went over my short talk with Alia. I know she's right, but after Mother's Death I can't bring myself to go against my father, but I can't let him rule my life for me. [10]
This internal conflict whent[11] running around inside, jumping from side to side when I started to
It was just then when I realized that the wind was blowing pretty strong. I suddenly got this unexplicable [13] desire to feel the wind on my face. So, even though I was already late, I stop the car and got out.[14]
I stood there for a while, feeling the wind run through my hair and saw it play around the trees. It came up to me and gave me a gentle slap on my face [15]. I suddenly felt that I should leave as soon as possible only I didn't do anything, I just stood there. I started walking away from the car and came to a clearing in the woods. The wind was blowing really strong, tearing throu[16] trees, running in circles all around me.
The sky, suddenly became very bright, pretty soon I had to cover my eyes from the brightness. The wind went to its climax [17]. Through the wind I saw some one come up and stand right in front of me. As I looked into his eyes I began to realize that he was me. [18]
I had no time to be surprised because the next thing I new [19] was that we had traded places we were both walking backwards until I couldn't see him anymore.
Then I hit something, feel[20] down, and blacked out.
The man walked back to the car and got in. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to do this now. At first he accepted the challenge as a new experience and something to do... but now what if he messes up this poor human life even more. [21]
He calms himself down with a breathing ritual, then goes over all of the things he learned
I see scenes of my childhood and adolecense, [22] scenes of my mother and father together, scenes of Alia, scenes of my sister. Suddenly there were voices, my father, my mother, my sister and Alia. Again they stopped and I started to come around.
As I came to^and my eyes started to focuss and see my surroundings^I realized I was in a room, on a bed, all by my self.
I hardly had time to think on where and how I got there when someone came in. As I looked at him, I gasped as I
"Do not worry, you will go back to your home and family before too long," the alien answered as if he knew what I had thought. In spite of my present condition, I began too relax and felt no hostility towards my new friend and did not worry.
"No time to relax now, it's time you went home," my friend answered after seconds of relaxation. It seemed as if my visit there wasn't ment to be very long. [23]
I followed him out of the room, down a hall and then we stopped in front of a wall. That old feeling of uneasyness came back. Suddenly the wall opened and I could see out, only there was nothing to see out to, just an incredible brightness, so bright I had to cover my eyes.
I started walking down the ramp. Looking up I saw the figure of a man walking in my direction. As he came up to me I realized that it was me again.
This time the trading places was more gradual and not so fast. He told me everything that happen but because he went to fast I didn't quite understand everything.
I walked back to the car, got in and went home. I didn't know how to explain to my father about my tardyness [24].
When I got home, my father tells me "Well son, the weddings all set for next week." I realize that something's not quite right. [25] "I like Alia, I wish you would have told me about her sooner, than I would not have made you suffer so much," says my father. Now I'm perplexed. [25]
When I finally figure out what happened, I went up to the little clearing in the woods. The wind is blowing, but not as strong. I still see the large green eyes and wonder why. As the wind blows across my face I wisper [26] thank you. then I hear the answer, blowing in the wind.
[1] Clearly I was still in the middle of reading Herbert's Dune books.
[2] lol
[3] seriously?
[4] House of Lords?? BWAH. I think I wanted to be an anglophile but didn't know the first thing about England.
[5] Tuesday is such a problematic word. Also, when in doubt, mention tea.
[6] You tell him.
[7] sounds luxurious to me.
[8] HAHAHA. Ooh, Alia is spunky. What's she doing with drip like this guy?
[9] see? Tea. Works every time.
[10] This guy is kind of annoying, isn't he? I think this is what I thought was character development.
[11] /o\
[12] sigh.
[13] Clearly, spell check was invented for people like myself.
[14] I have no idea what tense this story is supposed to be written in. I think it's present, which is rather bold of my 14-year-old self.
[15] Snerk.
[16] *head desk*
[17] It went where?
[18] Okay, that's not a half bad reveal.
[19] I always did have a problem with that silent 'k'
[20] I needed a beta.
[21] I don't think that's possible.
[22] nice try.
[23] haha.
[24] Have to get back for tea. Also, I guess I never learned "drop the y" rule.
[25] Probably my favorite line of the story. tee hee.
[26] sigh.
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Date: 2010-11-12 10:15 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing it!