This will be a compilation of a couple of these stories mashed up into one chapter. Yes, I'm going to probably narrate on this because some of these stories are absolutely hilarious to me.
So apparently I started writing a book about my stuffed animal XD
1. Boo goes bowing
boo never went to the bowling Ally before. but today he is goen to the bowling ally today. than boo saw a no dog sign but then he saw a only boo sign.
I love this. I fucking love this. I never finished it, but it's honestly really adorable. I was like, 5. "but today he is goen to the bowling ally today" I think I forgot that I already wrote "today".
2. 1st Grade disaster
ChaPter one (apparently)
One day I was going to school and I noticed I forg ot to do something. Oh '' no I said but then She(crossed out) I walked into the classroom with no suplise and then my theacher frecked out good thing she had stuff for school I could use.
"Suplise" "theacher" "forg ot" ok 5-year-old me chill the fuck out we get it you can't spell.
3. The frog and the rock
This one's actually really decent ngl. 8-year-old me was smart
Once upon a time there was a frog. He was a lonely frog until a rock splashed into his pond. It was a quiet and empty pond until now because a rock almost crushing him as it came down. "Why? How?" he wondered. When all of a sudden he realized he had a friend. "What's your name?" The frog questioned but the rock did'nt answer.
Holy shit I was so precious
4. The second snow (Age 11)
chapter 1 "The glowing snowflake" (apparently)
My mom had always told me that the second snow was the most important, but I never beleived her. I thought it was a hoax. But as I got older, I reilized it was not a hoax. For one night I was watching the snow fall to the ground and melting as soon as it touched the pavement.
ThAnK yOu 11 YeAr OlD mE fOr PuTtInG yOuR aGe It Is HiGhLy ApPrEcIaTeD.
And that's it. I never fucking finished it. See, this is why WitW is delayed, because I NEVER SEEM TO FINISH THE FUCKING PROJECT.5. An unnamed story that 12-year-old me made.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP"
The alarm clock on my table sounded. I got out of my bed and groaned.
"Ugh, Mondays." I quickly then realized that my dad didnt wake me up like he did on a normal basis. Do we have off? I then peered out my window to see it was snowing. "huh." It was perfectly clear outside. Not a single cloud in sight. I then got dressed in my favorite shirt, (My flannel of course!) and put on some ripped, up shaggy, old jeans. I walked down the stairs and find that my dad is not there. "Maybe he's in the kitchen?" I wondered.
I walk into the kitchen to again find that he is not there. "Maybe he's still asleep? No he cant be I saw his door open"
I then rush upstairs to my brother's room. Gone.
My sister's room. Gone.
Mom's room. Gone.
No ones here. I run outside in a panic and see that everyones car still there. And by instinct I yell "IS ANYONE THERE??! SCREAM IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!" No response at first, but out of the blue I hear "BRO WHY YOU YELLIN"
Turns out that my dad was picking up my brother from work.
The end.Ok, first of all, 12-year-old me, you didn't like wearing flannels at that age ;-;. Second of all, YOU HAD NO RIPPED JEANS WHEN YOU WERE 12 AND YOU STILL HAVE NO RIPPED JEANS. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!
6. A letter for help I wrote after the previous story
If youre reading this it means youre ueeing (meant to be seeing but I wrote it wrong) me in an. . . uncomfortable position. But trust me! There was a stinkbug on that wall and it feel (meant to be fell). I dont wand (want) no stinkbug on me! -my irl namewtf. YOU WERE FREAKING OUT OVER A BUG THAT IS LITERALLY THE SIZE OF YOUR EYEBALL. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY WERE YOU IN SUCH A PANIC
7. The lion and the worm
One day a worm was all by himself when suddenly the lion came over to him and stared at him. And then the lion ate the worm because of the circle of life and the food chain. the end.
I.Love.You.7.year.old.me.
You were woke as all hell.
that's it for the first book. I'm doing this by each notebook. This was the one with the most in it so I decided to start with it
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Stories I wrote when I was little
RandomThis is the raw version of the stories I wrote when I was little. No Editing. No Holding Back. Every.Single.One.I.Can.Find.