I'm betting this thread will go down the drain within 2 responses, but just in case there are a few people around here who aren't idiots whose brains are meme-infested 24/7, I thought I'd make a place where people could post honest attempts at short stories or poems. So nothing like "The duck crossed the road but died. End."
It's been a while since I've written anything, so I'll just post the first story I wrote to start us off:
The story:
I hold the piece in my hand. I look at it in wonder. Why does it not fit onto the other piece? I have done this before. Just a while ago the pieces would fit together just fine. What is wrong? I walk to Mommy in the kitchen: I show her the piece and I ask her for help. She says something I don’t understand. Is she not going to help me? Then I think of Daddy: he has helped me before. I call for him, but I have not seen him in days. I miss him. I start to cry. I yell for him. He still does not come. Mommy picks me up and walks with me, past where I was just sitting, and sits down on the couch with me. She holds me; her lap is soft, her arms around me. But I cannot stop crying and I keep asking for Daddy. Mommy says ‘Yes, Daddy will come soon’. She kisses me on the head, like she always does. But it feels different. She says he will come, but then why has he not been here for so long?
When Daddy finally arrives, I run to the door happily. Now everything will be alright. Mommy comes as well: they will pick me up and play with me now. But they just start talking. I wait until they are done so they can play with me. Daddy walks through the house and packs a few things into his bag. Then he walks out again. I quickly run after him: where is he going? Mommy picks me up and walks out with me, to Daddy’s car. Excited, I suddenly realise. We are going out for a ride! When we are near the car and Daddy closes the boot, he walks over to us and Mommy hands me over to him. I feel joy. But, why is Mommy suddenly waving at me? She is coming with us, right? Then Daddy walks me to the car, and Mommy is still standing there. I start to cry. I scream at Mommy. I want to say: I’m sorry for not being able to finish the puzzle, please don’t be angry with me! Please come with us! Daddy tries to put me in my seat, but I struggle and try to get to Mommy. He says a few things to me but I cannot hear it. Why is Mommy not coming over here? I don’t understand. We drive off.
Daddy puts his keys on a table and says we’re here. Where is here? It is not granny’s house. I have never seen this place before. I ask Daddy where Mommy is, but he tells me that I will go to her again in two days. Why should I go to her then? Why can’t we both go back home now? I cry again, I don’t understand. Daddy picks me up and rubs my back, whispering to me. But it doesn’t help; it’s just not right.
Daddy puts me down. He gives me the pieces of the puzzle and tells me to go on with that. I try to fit one of the pieces onto another, but they won’t fit together. I try to force them onto each other; try to make them fit. But it does not work. I don’t understand why it won’t work. I walk towards Daddy and look up at him. I show him the piece as I see that he has started cooking: a pan is boiling on the stove and he is cutting up carrots. I get confused again: why is he cooking here? Why is he not cooking together with Mommy, as they always do? Is it something I’ve done? Have I been bad somehow?
We’re finally back. I don’t understand why Daddy and I had to stay in that place, but now we’re back home. And Mommy and Daddy and I will be together again. Daddy gets me out of the car and we walk to the house: Mommy is already waiting for us in the doorway. She picks me up and greets me happily. Everything is good again. Daddy and Mommy talk for a while again, I hear my name a few times. I anxiously await the moment we all go inside so that we can play. But that moment does not come. After they’re done talking, Mommy steps inside the house. Daddy walks towards his car. I yell after him: why is he going away? Mommy presses me closer to her, but it does not feel good. I cry louder and louder; Daddy keeps walking away from us. Standing by his car, he looks at me. He is not smiling; his eyebrows are raised. Mommy waves her arm at him and tells him to just go, she will calm me. No, why should she say that? Please don’t go Daddy, please stay here. But he gets inside his car. He drives off.
I am sitting in my usual spot at home, playing. Mommy is watching TV; Daddy is not here. I ask her why, but she just smiles at me and asks me if it’s working out. Confused, I look back at my puzzle. The pieces are lying separately on the floor. I pick one up as I wonder why Mommy and Daddy are not here together. I look at the piece and slam it into another one a few times. But they just won’t fit together.
Context:
The "protagonist" of the story is my nephew, who, at the time of writing this, was one month short of being two years old. My brother and his girlfriend had just split up, and when I heard the news I could only think of how the child must experience such a change. This is how I imagined a child's mind could work in the circumstances.
I encourage others to come up with something or post old work of theirs, if relevant. Your level of English does not have to be perfect, as long as you give it an honest attempt.
It's been a while since I've written anything, so I'll just post the first story I wrote to start us off:
The story:
The Puzzle
I
I hold the piece in my hand. I look at it in wonder. Why does it not fit onto the other piece? I have done this before. Just a while ago the pieces would fit together just fine. What is wrong? I walk to Mommy in the kitchen: I show her the piece and I ask her for help. She says something I don’t understand. Is she not going to help me? Then I think of Daddy: he has helped me before. I call for him, but I have not seen him in days. I miss him. I start to cry. I yell for him. He still does not come. Mommy picks me up and walks with me, past where I was just sitting, and sits down on the couch with me. She holds me; her lap is soft, her arms around me. But I cannot stop crying and I keep asking for Daddy. Mommy says ‘Yes, Daddy will come soon’. She kisses me on the head, like she always does. But it feels different. She says he will come, but then why has he not been here for so long?
When Daddy finally arrives, I run to the door happily. Now everything will be alright. Mommy comes as well: they will pick me up and play with me now. But they just start talking. I wait until they are done so they can play with me. Daddy walks through the house and packs a few things into his bag. Then he walks out again. I quickly run after him: where is he going? Mommy picks me up and walks out with me, to Daddy’s car. Excited, I suddenly realise. We are going out for a ride! When we are near the car and Daddy closes the boot, he walks over to us and Mommy hands me over to him. I feel joy. But, why is Mommy suddenly waving at me? She is coming with us, right? Then Daddy walks me to the car, and Mommy is still standing there. I start to cry. I scream at Mommy. I want to say: I’m sorry for not being able to finish the puzzle, please don’t be angry with me! Please come with us! Daddy tries to put me in my seat, but I struggle and try to get to Mommy. He says a few things to me but I cannot hear it. Why is Mommy not coming over here? I don’t understand. We drive off.
II
Daddy puts his keys on a table and says we’re here. Where is here? It is not granny’s house. I have never seen this place before. I ask Daddy where Mommy is, but he tells me that I will go to her again in two days. Why should I go to her then? Why can’t we both go back home now? I cry again, I don’t understand. Daddy picks me up and rubs my back, whispering to me. But it doesn’t help; it’s just not right.
Daddy puts me down. He gives me the pieces of the puzzle and tells me to go on with that. I try to fit one of the pieces onto another, but they won’t fit together. I try to force them onto each other; try to make them fit. But it does not work. I don’t understand why it won’t work. I walk towards Daddy and look up at him. I show him the piece as I see that he has started cooking: a pan is boiling on the stove and he is cutting up carrots. I get confused again: why is he cooking here? Why is he not cooking together with Mommy, as they always do? Is it something I’ve done? Have I been bad somehow?
III
We’re finally back. I don’t understand why Daddy and I had to stay in that place, but now we’re back home. And Mommy and Daddy and I will be together again. Daddy gets me out of the car and we walk to the house: Mommy is already waiting for us in the doorway. She picks me up and greets me happily. Everything is good again. Daddy and Mommy talk for a while again, I hear my name a few times. I anxiously await the moment we all go inside so that we can play. But that moment does not come. After they’re done talking, Mommy steps inside the house. Daddy walks towards his car. I yell after him: why is he going away? Mommy presses me closer to her, but it does not feel good. I cry louder and louder; Daddy keeps walking away from us. Standing by his car, he looks at me. He is not smiling; his eyebrows are raised. Mommy waves her arm at him and tells him to just go, she will calm me. No, why should she say that? Please don’t go Daddy, please stay here. But he gets inside his car. He drives off.
IV
I am sitting in my usual spot at home, playing. Mommy is watching TV; Daddy is not here. I ask her why, but she just smiles at me and asks me if it’s working out. Confused, I look back at my puzzle. The pieces are lying separately on the floor. I pick one up as I wonder why Mommy and Daddy are not here together. I look at the piece and slam it into another one a few times. But they just won’t fit together.
Context:
The "protagonist" of the story is my nephew, who, at the time of writing this, was one month short of being two years old. My brother and his girlfriend had just split up, and when I heard the news I could only think of how the child must experience such a change. This is how I imagined a child's mind could work in the circumstances.
I encourage others to come up with something or post old work of theirs, if relevant. Your level of English does not have to be perfect, as long as you give it an honest attempt.