I was supposed to fly home tonight, but because of this little winter apocalypse we’re having, my flight was canceled. The next available flight home was Sunday morning, so I’m spending my weekend in Kamloops.
It’s been a good trip so far. I spent some time digging through old bits and pieces this morning. I’m bringing a lot of photos home to scan, if I’m ever able to leave. It’ll be nice to have them all backed up on my computer. I could even throw them into my spanking new digital photo frame!
While digging around, I came across some old stories I wrote when I was ten or eleven. I usually had my stories depict terrible things happening to my friends. Here’s one of them (I left the grammar/spelling errors in):
The evil spirit
One day in the land of fortune the king was having a ceramony for his 78th birthday but back at Nemisis, the land of evil, evil was was stirring up. You see a long time ago there were two men and they were lost in a forrest for 4 days and had no food so while one man was sleeping the other man ate him. When he got back the town beheaded him for what he had done so every 40 years he comes back and feasts on someones flesh.
Anyways
The king was celebrating his 78th birthday. When all of a sudden, huge dark clouds apeared over the city and it started to rain. Suddenly a man flew down at Steven and crushed his head. Then Fraser tried to kill him to impress the girls but failed and then Robert the king came and defeated him by stabbing him with a knife.
After Robert killed the spirit he called his servants to clean up the mess of Stevens brain, guts, and body parts and store them for memories.
The End
My writing’s all been downhill since this, I’m afraid.