The first short story I had ever written was when I was 5. It was about a girl who was friends with a ghost. Nobody liked the ghost and he was always made fun of because he was a ghost and there was some sort of discrimination involved.. The girl became embarrassed and stopped talking to him. But then the ghost became really good at racing cars and won everyone's respect. He wasn't friends with the girl anymore because she betrayed him.
The first poem I've ever written was when I was 6. It went like this (roughly translated):
Where the sun is shining,
And the water's bright
That's where you should live
That's where it is great
My parents took the poem to heart and quoted it a lot when we moved to America.
That irritated me because that wasn't what I meant when I wrote it!!!!
My second short story came when I was 12. I had a dream one night, woke up and wrote it down.
It was about a group of people who were all suicidally depressed. There were two women and three men. Because they found it difficult to kill themselves and have their family discover them, they decided to form a group and all do it together. They went out to an isolated part of a forest where there were train tracks and waited for the train to come. They camped out in the cold and waited. They got hungry and tired and it started raining after a few days. They were in a small tent with a single electric lantern and they burned a small fire every night and told stories. A few days went by like this but the train never came. They thought about going back home but because they spent such a long time in the woods for this, and because they were all prepared to make such an enormous decision, none of them could turn back. Eventually, they were out there for a week and people started questioning whether or not the train was going to come at all. The whole situation was even more depressing and hopeless than the lives they left behind.
One night it was raining pretty hard and they were sleeping in their tent when it was illuminated by a bright light and they were woken up by the blasting horn of an oncoming train. In fumbled excitement, but groggy from sleep they all bolted up, grabbed the lantern and ran to the train tracks. Wet from the rain they all stood in a line and held hands and waited for the impact.
The impact came not only harsher but much less instant than they expected.
Because there were five of them on the tracks, the damage was distributed unevenly - the guy standing directly in front of the train was dismembered and the carnage was strewn around the campsite. His neighbor was still on the track but his legs were missing. One of the girls was missing a limb and lying in a puddle with the broken lantern. Blue sparks were flying away from her body.
Three people survived but were injured - one woman and two men. The woman was standing on the right side of the track and only suffered several broken bones and the other survivors was the one without the legs, and a man who was severely injured.
At this instant, their situation turned to one of survival - they crawled together and fumbled to save one another. They cried and pleaded for each other's lives - they had become friends and their lives meant a lot to each other. The woman in the puddle did not die instantly but they could not save her. The man who was missing his legs died of bleeding before the sun came up. The two remaining survivors spent the next three days burying the bodies and healing each others wounds before they were found by a rescue party.
They said the only reason they survived was because they fought so hard for their lives.
THE END
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