Today I answer the prompt from the very first TCWT blog chain, back in October 2011:
“What is the first thing you ever wrote of your own free will?”
Well, I believe my first written story was a comic book I wrote when I was five (six?) years old. Not to brag or anything, but it was the greatest thing anyone had ever written.
The comic starts off with a super long introduction to all the characters. The characters were all my best friends at the time. They all had numbers: #2, #3, #4, #5 and #6. Who was #1? Me, of course.
I should explain: we were a group of kids with super powers, appropriately titled, “The Super Power Kids.” I know. It was awesome. Each of us wore a number on their shirt so you could tell which one was who. I had the power of fire. #2 had super strength, #3 had the power to move things with his mind (I had never heard of the term telekinesis back then), #4 had super speed, #5 had the power to clone himself at will, and #6 could jump really high.
We got our powers by us all being struck by lightning at the same time. Despite its scientific inaccuracy, this might just be the greatest origin story in the History of Ever™.
Anyway, the villain of this story was my evil older brother (let’s call him Brian), who just happened to also be struck by lighting at the exact same time. Also, this lightning bolt somehow gave him all of our super powers combined.
So the seven of us went to battle. The Super Power Kids vs Brian. Each of us were polite and decided to attack him one at a time, and Brian easily knocked all of us unconscious. Well, except me, of course.
I said to him, “Hey, your shoes are untied,” and so Brian immediately looked down to check. As he let his guard down I lit him on fire and that was the end of it. The Super Power Kids had won their first battle (until the sequel, which was basically a rip-off of the Captain Underpants books).
Now that I think about it, the fact that six year old me wrote stories about setting his brother on fire is a little disturbing. In my defense, Brian was sort of a huge asshole. He once took my Harry Potter book, ripped it in half and threw it in the pool, then yelled at me to stop reading.
Also, every time I got a balloon, he would always pop it. And I used to love balloons.
Here’s a list of all the other participants in this blog chain:
October 15th — http://delorfinde.wordpress.com – A Farewell To Sanity
October 16th — http://eatsleepwriterepeat.wordpress.com – Eat, Sleep, Write, Repeat
October 17th — http://taystapeinc.wordpress.com – Tay’s Tape
October 18th — http://noveljourneys.wordpress.com/ – Novel Journeys
October 19th —- http://greatlakessocialist.wordpress.com/ – Red Herring Online
October 20th —http://kirstenwrites.wordpress.com/ – Kirsten Writes!
October 21st —http://incessantdroningofaboredwriter.wordpress.com – The Incessant Droning of a Bored Writer
October 22nd — http://herestous.wordpress.com – Here’s To Us
October 23rd — http://teenscanwritetoo.wordpress.com – Teens Can Write Too! (We will be announcing the topic for the next month’s chain)