Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Short story share time!

I've been writing short stories for as long as I can remember. Most of the stories I sadly didn't keep, and some are in notebooks that are packed away. I was cleaning out a closet last week and I came across a three page, handwritten story I must have written sometime in middle school from the looks of my handwriting. I'm a terrible speller (and was even more terrible with grammar then) and was surprised that I only found one typo, a wrong usage of the word their. Since I don't share my writing too much here I thought I'd post it, and I'll even leave in the their. Remember, I was probably 11 or 12 when I wrote this, so no judging!

I miss those hot and windless summer days. The kind where I would run around barefoot and drink lemonade under the big oak tree until I nearly popped. Those days are long gone, and never coming back. My parents decided to leave our slow, country life and give the big city a chance. I disagree, but their was nothing I could do. Their minds were made up. If only they could've seen what the future would hold.

The day I had to leave my big oak tree in the back yard was the saddest day of my life. I hated our new house. It was three times smaller and there wasn't even a yard to play in. I soon began to make friends, though. Things even got back to "normal." If anything would ever be normal for me again.

I found the best friend I could have found in the big city that I now have to call home. Her name was Becky. She was beautiful. She had long, silky golden hair that made her long like an angel. We played fetch and frisby together in the park every day. On lucky days we we would find a small shade tree to sit under. I would have my lemonade, Becky would have her water. Those were great times.

I soon noticed that Becky wasn't as happy as she used to be. When we went to the park she wouldn't even get up to play fetch with her favorite bone. After much painful thinking I decided it would be best for Becky if I were to give her away. To a nice family with lots of land for her to run and play on. I began my search. I finally found a wonderful family way out in the country with a huge farm. They had 3 kids and one on the way. My parents and I took Becky to the family's farm the next week. It was the longest car trip I was to ever make.

When I stepped out of the car on to the farm, I took in a deep breath of country air. I let Becky out and the children immediately ran to Becky. I had never seen her so happy. I gave her a huge and a kiss, and we left. As I looked back at the house, i noticed there was a huge oak tree in the back yard. Under it sat a little barefoot girl with a glass of lemonade and Becky by her side. How I wish I were that girl.

My vision of what Becky would have looked like.

I bet you had no idea that Becky was a dog. DID YOU? I thought I was so clever. I have a feeling we were learning proper narrative essay structure in English because it's very essay-ish with its five paragraphs. I remember writing an essay for English about a parrot that fell in love with a fish and I wish I could find that to share but I have no idea where it is. When I reread this I was surprised that I wrote it at 11. It's not good by any means, but it's not bad either. My sentences are really choppy, though. I still like choppy sentences. ;)


  1. Awww, that was such a sad story. Well, happy and sad. I think you did a great job. :) Thanks for sharing. I loved it.

  2. That is a very well- written story. Well done!