Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Walkabout Wednesday... A Story I Wrote When I Was 9

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 12:

Cleaning out my house has yielded at least one long-lost treasure. In my Bio, I mention one of my earliest works "The Mystery of the Broken Unicorn." Yep. I found it.

So, for your entertainment, I am transcribing the entire thing (which isn't much--I never finished it), spelling errors and all, complete with my current-day commentary. Enjoy!

First things first: the cover.

At 1836 West North Mt. Ave. Lickup California [apparently I thought "setting" meant "mailing address"] a family of 2 lived, a girl named Linder Krinker [Linder? Really?], and her mother. In her mother's room there is a glass unicorn.

Mother says, "Don't touch the unicorn whatever you do!"

WHY? WHY? WHY can't I touch it? Linder would say to herself. [even at 9 I was a master of emotional dialogue]

One day Linder heard a nay! [pretty sure that's "neigh", unless her mother was very formal when telling her loving daughter no.] It was coming from her mothers room!

She ran in and there on the floor lay her mother's unicorn!

She remembered her mother telling her not to touch her unicorn.

If she didn't pick it up her mother might think "she" did it!

So she picked it up and put it on the desk where it was. Just then she saw that there was a crack in the unicorn! [Let's play the "How Many Exclamation Points Can Sarah Use On a Single Page" game!!--That makes eight.]

Linder ran into the kitchen to get some glass to cover the crack. [Doesn't everyone keep random shards of glass in the kitchen, just in case?] She went in and filled the crack in.

Just then, the unicorn's eyes lit up! Then it's horn bent forward! Then a red stream of light came flying at Linder! She moved and the stream disapeared! [That's 12.]

Linder took the piece of glass out of the crack. The unicorn's eye's turned the color of glass! [13.]

That night Linder whent into her room afraid something might happen to her mother. That night Linder heard screams of silence, [screams of silence?] and knew it was the unicorn.

Linder went in her mother's room [the logical thing to do after hearing screams of silence]. She put the piece of glass in the unicorn! Just then the unicorn shot a red stream right in the middle of her eye's! [15.]

When her mother came home she said, "Linder did you have a good day?"

Yes, said Linder! [16.]

Then her eyes lit up!

Ah, the seeds of greatness. *snickers* I never did finish that story. My protagonist was, apparently, possessed by some sort of glass unicorn demon who forced her to talk in exclamation points and I just didn't know where to go from there.

PS Do NOT miss this week's I Need Friends Friday! A certain suave, sophisticated, somewhat-conflicted vampire will be joining the fun in honor of a certain movie release and the fact that Mr. Darcy essentially threw down the gauntlet two weeks ago. This one is bound to become a classic!

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Annette Lyon said...

I'm assuming the fantasy was about to turn into a horror with that red stream . . . blood, methinks?

Nay? Or neigh?


Marielle Carlisle said...

That is awesome!!!!!!!!!!! (exclamation points!!!)

Aubrey said...

I quite like your unicorn story-- it has a sort of Twilight Zone-like quality. And I'm still laughing about the "screams of silence" and the random shards of glass in the kitchen.

By the way, practically peeing in my pants with excitement about your Interview with a Vampire tomorrow. I'll be seeing New Moon tonight at 12:20 am-- is that geeky enough for you? :)

Jewel said...

Tee, hee, hee...oh, the amazingness that is that story. I especially loved your grown-up comments along with it. I don't think I would have thought to count the exclamation points, however--many of my e-mails tend to look like that!!!!!



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