No, I haven't forgotten about this blog (see, I just updated the header image!), its just that I'm in a bit of a reading slump at the moment, so don't have anything to write about or review. While I try to work on that, here's the beginnings of a little story I wanted to share.
So, way back in like 2005-07 (I'm not really sure when to be honest), my cousin Rhys and I were at our Nan and Pop's for the school holidays and, somehow, started writing a story on her computer. I don't know why we went from playing games on the computer to trying to write a story, but we did. I'm pretty sure we just spent an afternoon writing it and then never returned, so it's far from completed and I'm not sure where we were going to take it - I don't even think we knew at the time what the hell we were writing about. I didn't have the original file, but I did have a printed copy that I typed up a few years ago so that I could keep this piece of literary genius forever. I just rediscovered it on my hard drive and had to share it with you all. Remember, we were like 10-12 years old!
Along time ago, no wait, it was two days ago, a girl called Shani was on the toilet, minding her own business and doing, well you know what I’m talking about, when God spoke to her. This is her story…
First, well you know she was sitting on the toilet when god spoke to her. But first we better start a bit before that. It was Monday, she went to school, and today was the day that she learnt about our lord, God. She wasn’t paying attention to her teacher. That’s when it first happened. “Hello Shani, This is GOD.” “Oh be quiet Gomorrah, can’t you see she is trying to listen.” In surprise she started listening to the teacher and Gomorrah and this other women. Then she raised her hand and asked “Does God have a wife?” the teacher replied “Maybe, but I can’t tell you for sure.” So she thought that that woman was his wife, so she started to listen in closer. All she could hear was “Gomorrah DO YOU REMEMBER DAVID!!” Then he replied “Yes Panna” “Well she is in his family!” When she heard that she threw up. She just couldn’t believe it. When she looked at the clock it was 5 minutes to lunch time.
Believing in Gomorrah
She went home and looked at her family tree to see if it was true. She looked right up the top and it only had faint writing but she could see KIN D id. “KING DAVID!” She was so surprised that she almost fainted. She walked into where her mum was and asked her if it was true. Her mother took about two minutes to answer. “Yes he is…”She was speechless. She went to the toilet and that is when it happens. Gomorrah spoke o her.
Come, Come save and guide my people!” But I am only 12 years old” That doesn‘t matter, Go outside and find a good walking stick.” Shani had no idea at to do. She went outside and found a good walking stick. Then she heard Gomorrah’s voice. “Excellent, now go and get some rest.”
The next morning she woke up at about six thirty. Today was a pupil free day so she didn’t need to go to school. “Ah so you are finally awake.” Shani nodded. Gomorrah told her that his people were being taken hostage in Gonavale. She replied saying “Where on Earth is that?” God told her that it wasn’t and would need to take a portal. She was nervous but wanted to save the people. She went into a forest nearby and found a white dove. She called it Gom, Gomorrah wonder, and then realized that she knew it as a sign of peace. She was told to dive into the Ganvale rover and when she got under to open her eyes and touch the light. She dived in saw the light. She hoped that she wasn’t dead, but when he touched the light she was teleported to Gonavale. When she got out of the water she was hit over the head a knocked out.
And that's where it ends. I have no idea where we were going with this story, but apparently it was to Gonavale, wherever the hell that is supposed to be. I feel like if I sit down and take notes, I could find a way to turn this into an actual story, but I just don't feel the spark. If this has inspired a story for you, go forth and create! Just make sure you when you get published to write a sentence in your acknowledgements about this wacky little creation (and maybe send us a copy each as well).
I hope you enjoyed this little look inside the writing mind of a pre-teen. It's always fun to come back and read this every so often because I just can't help but question what the hell we were on as kids and how we came up with this idea. I would love to go back and relive the moment we decided we'd spend the afternoon writing and the entire process we went through.
This certainly isn't the first time I sat down and wanted to write a story as a child - I had a whole 6-7 book series planned out following one character. I think I still have the beginnings of these stories on a hard drive so I will definitely share them in the future. It just shows that I've always wanted to write and, now that I'm an adult, I can actually continue to work on making that a reality.
Happy Reading & Writing