Hello, and welcome back our 5th Tuesday – First Stories edition. In this series I am going to be sharing some of my earlier writings with you all. *gulps and wonders if this is such a good idea* Now remember, I did NOT like writing, but I’ve always had a big imagination.
Today’s 1st story was written when I was either 10-11 and was just for fun. I’m almost embarrassed to share this story because of how bad it is. It’s not even cute and funny like the last time. Nope, this one is just . . . Well, you’ll have to read it and see. And yes, I give you full permission to laugh until you cry if you want. It’s that bad!
The 2nd story is more of a little report about my family and an experience we had, and it was also written when I was 11. It is actually not bad. That’s why I saved it for last. 🙂
Bill and the Redcoats
“Ma, I wish the redcoats would go back to England.”
“I do too, Anne,” said her mother as they were preparing supper one evening.
“Ma, Ma, come quickly!! Hurry!!! It’s the redcoats,” cried Bill, a nine-year-old.
“Where are they, Bill? They aren’t coming here are they?” asked Anne who was seven.
“They are coming in the gate!!”
“Bill, come back here! You’ll get hurt!” yells his mom as he runs out the door and yells.
“Hey, you redcoats! What are you doing in my yard?” storms Bill.
“You can’t talk to us that way, boy!” yelled one of the redcoats as he made a dash for Bill. But Bill jumped out of the way just in time and the soldier ran into the front door, hit his head (bang) and fell off the porch into a rosebush.
As soon as the other soldiers saw the first solder in the rosebush they were very mad and all of them ran at Bill and grabbed him. Suddenly one of the soldiers shrieked, “Ouch!!! Stop kicking me, boy.”
Soon Bill got tired of being held by strong hands and decided to get a little more excitement. So he called to the captain and asked, “Hey, Sir, can we get some more excitement here?”
“Sure lad, we will just take you back to our camp and keep you. How does that sound?”
“Fine,” he answered and started to squirm and wriggle till the soldiers lost their grip on him. One soldier fell and the others tripped over him trying to get a hold on Bill. But Bill ran up on the porch and inside the house. All of the soldiers got up and left.
So that was the story of Bill and the redcoats.
The End
An Evening with the Cranes
March 14th was a cold but clear night. I was in a blind with my grandma, my mom, J, and S. We were watching the Sandhill Cranes come to the Platte River for the night.
As I stood there watching, and listening to their wild cries that filled the night, I could not help wondering how God could make such beautiful birds. They may not look too nice, but when you hear them, and see them come to land, they are so graceful and pretty. I thank God for such beautiful birds!
The End
Did you survive that first story? Did you ever write a story as awful as that one? Have you ever seen the Sandhill cranes migrate? What sort of stories did you write when you were 10-11?
Thank you for sharing these! So the first story made me grin. I think the rosebush was the funniest part. 😉 I liked the one about the sandhill cranes! We see sandhill cranes nearly every day around our house. There’s a family of them and we’ve been watching the baby grow up. I enjoy them!
I didn’t like writing when I was younger either. Funny how that changes into enjoying writing stories! I remember writing a few short stories when I was younger. I was probably 8-10. I wrote one about an Indian dropping a trail of beads in our backyard when he pulled up our grapevine. (We found our grape vine missing and a few plastic green beads, so I made up the story.) Another one I wrote about a dog having puppies and the family being excited. I titled it something like “are you sure she had puppies?” and a sister kept asking the younger brother in the story if he was sure the dog had puppies. 🙂
You’re welcome. I think. 😀 Yes, that rosebush. *shakes head*
Oh, that’s neat that you have sandhill cranes around your house!
Your stories sound quite fun. That’s great that they were somewhat taken from real life. Or at least inspired by them. 🙂
Oh my goodness 🤣🤣🤣
Pretty much. 😛
What a funny story! I’m glad you shared it with us!
My writing from this age was about the same quality. I remember one story I was writing about a princess who had to go be a maid to a family after her sister became queen and kicked her out of the palace. All sorts of terrible and unlikely things happened to her! And to think at the time I thought it was worth publishing some day!
You’re welcome. I think. 😉
Oh, that story sounds quite amusing. 😀 Yes, it’s funny how our perspectives change as we grow older. Suddenly things that would have been “so good” to publish, aren’t seen in the same light. 😉
Haha, that first story made me smile, and the second one was so beautiful! Thanks for sharing your early writing, Rebekah. 🙂
P.s How was your Memorial Day Weekend?
Glad you enjoyed them, Lillian!
My Memorial Day weekend was good. I helped with a wedding reception on Saturday evening and mowed the yard on Monday. 😀
That sounds like fun! (a wedding that is, lol.) My dad finished weed-whacking the yard too (we live in the country, so weeds like to grow extra big!)
Ah, I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks!! I actually really enjoyed that first one, haha. I didn’t even know what a sandhill crane was until this! I am curious though… Did you actually abbreviate “J” and “S” when you wrote the story? That just sounds exactly like something my brother, who doesn’t like writing either, would do!
Let’s see…. I remember writing a story about a lady who found a ring that belonged to Stonewall Jackson in her attic when I was around that age, as well as starting to work on a story about a camp follower at Valley Forge. Those don’t really make me laugh reading back on them (except for the part where I mentioned a box had china in it and then later she throws it down a ladder), but perhaps when I’m a bit older they will. 😉
Well, at least someone enjoyed it. 😀 And no, I didn’t abbreviate J and S in the real thing. 😉 Now if you saw my journals from now, I do abbreviate things in that.
Oh, wow! You had some interesting story ideas. 😀 And don’t worry, you still have time to laugh at your stories later. But maybe they are just better written than mine was. 😉
Oh wowwwww🤣🤣🤣🤣 *is trying not to laugh tooo much😉* “hit his head (bang)”?🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤭🤭🤭🤭
Oh, I know. I laughed so hard over that part too! It still makes me crack up. 😛