that's happening to me now... I was bored and went to this adult fanfiction site, and clicked on an book cagetory. that's when I ran into a very familar bit of work.

the very first fanfiction I ever wrote... back when I was like 17.. and it's crock full of spelling errors, endless cussing (because I tend to swear like a sailor sometimes, even when I was a teen), akward smutty scenes...
the only thing I can even be proud of is that the fighting and toture scenes were very detailed and the only parts that was actually good. go figure?

have any of you ever experniced the phemonon of running into your old artworks/written stories on old accounts of yours, and then suddenly feeling embrassed and wondering what possessed you to do such a shitty thing?

Yes, constantly, lol. Not so much writing because I haven't done a lot of it, but looking back at my old drawings is like pulling teeth most of the time. Things that I used to be sooo proud of, I can suddenly see just.. really aren't all that good at all. It's a good and a bad feeling at the same time. lol!

Yes, it's helps remind me that I've improved (in story writing terms) at least a tiny bit, however I'm still as incapable of stomaching them now, as I've ever been.

Damn you brain, make words more goodly!

oh lord


just think of it this way


if you run across old stuff of yours and you're not embarrassed - at least by some of it - it can only mean one of two things:

~you were so good back then that you couldn't get any better


~ you haven't improved one whit



I too, prefer to think, when I cringe at some of the drek I wrote (and thought was good) way back when, that the reason I think it's so bad is because I've improved at least a little.

Quite a number of times I do feel so. Now I'm actually using these embarrasing scenes to my own advantage. If well executed, it can turn out to be embarrassing for me, yet interesting and amusing read for others. Like this old comic of mine which I poke fun at my own insanity in creating a serious fantasy story . Turns out that readers actually find it funny and understood the problems in the storyline. ;)

The other day, I read a story I wrote in first grade. It involved magic sharks eating everyone. I couldn't stop laughing about how stupid the entire tale was.

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The other day, I read a story I wrote in first grade. It involved magic sharks eating everyone. I couldn't stop laughing about how stupid the entire tale was.

yeah, I know the feeling. while I was embrassed by the first story I wrote, I also couldn't stop laughing at some parts... snice some parts got a little too silly even though it was clear that I was trying to make the scene hardcore back then.

I recently found a story that I wrote over a decade ago.
It was a challenge figuring out what it was about since I wrote it in Spanish. I didn't know alot of Spanish back then so it translated terribly. It's pretty funny reading it now, thogh.

That's the only thing I can think of worth mentioning. I sucked, and I still do suck at writing stories.

I remember a story I made in 5th grade about a pupet named "Billy bob joe" I'm gonna go look for it be right back.

Heres the cover

Yeah, basically when I first started writing comics I had no idea WTF I was doing. Not only did I not have any drawing ability (and still don't, really) I was attempting to draw a really serious action packed story. Alongside this, I didn't really write the plot before hand. I kind of made it up as I went along, with the general idea in my head.

Thankfully I'm not doing comics anymore so I can work on my art and read books to learn how to create plots that make sense with characters that don't suck.

My first completed story (well, longer-than-ten-page story) was this really strange and Freudian novella about a hitch-hiker. I wrote it in sophomore year of high school, and I wrote it without really planning much; a lot of it was stream-of-consciousness. I remember finishing it, and reading through it... I had gotten so attached to the main character, (well... he was basically a reflection of myself, so that may be why) I loved it. When I wrote it, that is. And I remember the way the last lines just coursed from my fingertips onto the screen like I wasn't even writing. It was very magical.
Well, I found the file on my computer... And it was seventy pages of awkwardness.
AWKWARDDD!!! The only good part was the last paragraph. Something about westward progression being natural, and then it described the moon, and was very bittersweet.
BUT THE REST OF IT SUCKED SO MUCH!!! Reading it embarrassed me!!!
I think I've improved since then, because my most recent story I've written actually doesn't embarrass me! It's about Argentina!! (just wait, though, in like 2 months I'll be like, "aagh what tripe!" )
I think the beginning of my comic's weak too; I'd like to start over, but I want to wait until I plateau, talent-wise.

Yes, very. I get what you're going thru, I have that always. Everything I draw or write or just do is not good enough 5 minutes later. I had this story, my longest story I have finished, I wrote it about 3 years ago, 34 pages. I loved it the first 5 days, but reading it over I only saw my mistakes and now I just don't want anyone to read it. By me it's called perfectionism: You want things to be prefect, but that can't be... And you improve, the story doesn't...

I liked every story I've written. Even the one when I was 10. It was ALL IN CAPS and nearly entirely dialogue with a small vocabulary (He said, "____" "______" she replied.) It still doesn't embarass me. The plot was a adventure, though contrived and unbelievable. It doesn't bother me because I was ten, and we have to start somewhere. Truth is, I'm still writing on a story I began over 9 years ago (I was 15). My writing hasn't changed much if at all. (It sounds pathetic, but I think I'm a good writer, even if I still write like when I was 15...)

I'm so friggin embarassed by my drawing in the first pages in my comic (and we're talking drawn this January, so it isn't that old...) but they are necessary to the plot line, so I have to suck up my pride and let people see them. At least it's sort of neat to watch people improve. I can look at the pages in front of me and be proud, so the old stuff doesn't bug me.

I wrote a story called "magical warrior" that had fantasy. (like doh!!!)

And every single chapter there is always a fight going on and/or people swearin like sailors or having sex...

My parents stumbled across the "script".

lol the look on my dad's face. He was like... how the fuck do I know too much about sex (I was around 12-13 at that time). Like shit. At age 13, that is when porn gets discovered. lol

I was embarrassed of my first attempts. They were Enyd Blighton and Indiana Jones wrapped up in teenybopper culture pinkness. Erk :neenjah: I burnt all the evidence when I turned 15.

kyupol
lol the look on my dad's face. He was like... how the fuck do I know too much about sex (I was around 12-13 at that time). Like shit. At age 13, that is when porn gets discovered. lol

Similar experience... My friends and I wrote a story with our algebra teacher doing all his quirks (ugly toupe, weird pronunciation, horrible cologne) in it. I accidentally turned that page in with my algebra assignment. Eeep...

Also, I let my dad see my comic. He had two questions.
~"How do you know so much about guns?" (Um, how many movies have we watched together, Dad?)
~"Why is this one character's parents dead? The one that looks like you." (I emphatically denied that she looked like me at all. It's just fiction, Dad.)

I wrote a fanfiction once that was for Kishin Douji Zenki where one of the evil characters from the manga was resurrected by a mysterious being in order to locate and bring back a part of him that had escaped. He goes undercover in the school and Chiaki, the heroine from Zenki, gets a crush on him not realizing who he is.

Then I randomly put in yugioh and weiss kreuz..


Shameful piece of work that... and I was so happy about it!
But on the bright side, at least I killed the Yugioh guy ^^;

Oh wow, I found a site that still has it online!
http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/fans/index-zno-chimaru.htm

I vaguely remember something I wrote in 1st grade that I made into a mini-book. It was about me going on a treasure hunt in a cave of diamonds. :3 It was cute and I'm pretty proud of it. :3 I staple bound it and everything.

Surprisingly, I look back on things I wrote in 6th grade, high school, and I'm pretty impressed with the things I came out with. It saddens me deeply that many of my longer stories got deleted during one of many computer deaths.

Even some of my very corny fanfics were pretty damn good. I think I am only slightly ashamed of the Yu-gi-oh fanfic I wrote my freshman year of college. That...started well...but ended badly. XD Even while writing, I'm like "Stop...fanfics are NEVER good...ever!"

This past year, I completed my first novel and I'm working on my second. (of course, I finished writing the 4th book in my series first. XD)

Since adulthood:
I still haven't finished my first story. (Actually first through about, eight?) I'll get to it...(I feel like Brian with Stewie taunting him about his novel.)

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kyupol
lol the look on my dad's face. He was like... how the fuck do I know too much about sex (I was around 12-13 at that time). Like shit. At age 13, that is when porn gets discovered. lol

Similar experience... My friends and I wrote a story with our algebra teacher doing all his quirks (ugly toupe, weird pronunciation, horrible cologne) in it. I accidentally turned that page in with my algebra assignment. Eeep...

Also, I let my dad see my comic. He had two questions.
~"How do you know so much about guns?" (Um, how many movies have we watched together, Dad?)
~"Why is this one character's parents dead? The one that looks like you." (I emphatically denied that she looked like me at all. It's just fiction, Dad.)

I wrote and drew porn in my notebook. I lost the notebook. Someone found the notebook. Luckily that someone was a friend of mine, but she showed it to everyone she knew... When I got it back some of those people came to me like: "Hey, have you drawn more porn lately? Can I see it?" or "You are a sick little person."
I still have that notebook... :S I hope my parents won't find it...

There's a comic I drew in college. I loved it as I drew it. I'm very proud of the art; it's 1 of my milestones when I progressed from Akira Toriyama to more American comics style. But the story... oh god the story... I will never let anyone read this story ever ever again. It's sooooo sappy, like a lovestruck teenager writing about love. OMG. This story has now been completely rewritten, on scrap paper and in my head.

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I wrote and drew porn in my notebook.

I never drew porn... oh wait, no. I made lots of sketches off of some porn video, once. You won't believe how much you can learn about lower torso/extremity anatomy by sketching from porn videos. Hips are often neglected in anotomical drawing. Ray Victory was a very good model. Omg I can remember his name. Wtf.

Ah, yes! My first written story is the story of a teenager that suddenly has super magical girl anime powers! The adventures of Ice Girl! Featuring bad guys with the most dumbass reasons to go insane and rule the world! But the cool thing about Ice Girl is she doesn't have a wand! She uses a double edged sword! And it's as tall as her! What is this? She's the most powerful person EVER! And she always wins! Meaning there are no surprises! :D

I wrote that when I was 9.

Just kidding! I wrote that last week!

http://www.drunkduck.com/chronicsonic/

I did that in 2001. Enjoy it.

So...terrible...

Ranma and Ganondorf are not meant to go together...

*Curls into the fetal position in the corner*

I'm embarassed of all my writing really. Reading my old notebooks of stories that I wrote is painful!
There's an institution in the local self-publishing community called "Humiliation Nation," where writers pull out old first issues of things they wrote that are embarassing now and read it out loud in front of a gathering of people. That's entertainment!

Ugh I found my old sketch books from grade seven and eight. It was all horrid. To top it all off I found the only nine pages of a comic I had worked on in the ninth grade. Though amongst all of that trash I did find one jewel. I still laugh when I think about that drawing of The Thing dresses as a pimp. I think I named him the Bling. As for stories? Don't even get me started on that tripe. More text files have been deleted from my computer than I care to remember.

The earliest story I remember that I wrote and turned into a photo book was about my dog... I think? I was maybe about 5 years old. Each page consited of one or two mangled and mispelled words. The pictures were made with crayolas. Hehehe.

But then there was this one time I wrote a sort of yaoi-sque story for my creative writing class in HS. I have no idea why I did that. Never the less... I got C for it.

Give me a moment... I think I'm gonna go bash my head into a wall.

*sighs* I wish I could read it again! I wrote... jeez... something close to a two hundred and fifty pages (I think? there was a helluva lot anyway) of a story back when I was a kid - probably between the ages of about eleven and thirteen. I used to run home from school all excited to get writing again! (What a geek). Oh, it was probably all shit, but I would give almost anything to go back and read it again! :( I remember some of it actually being quite witty and funny! For a thirteen year old, anyway. *coff*

Sadly, it was all wordprocessed on an ancient PS1. Nope, you younguns, that's not a playstation one - it's older than that. It's a type of desktop machine they really don't make any more... it was beige and square and ran a very old IBM DOS OS. I think? Long time ago, and I was just a kid... Look, my age is showing! XD

Anyway, so that computer, being old and shit, was replaced. Eventually. We didn't believe in good computers at my house. Still don't. The old PS1 was donated to my sister, who asked me if I wanted to keep anything. I said no. Drive was wiped. All gone forever.

Sometimes I really regret that. I would love to go back and read what I wrote. Sadly, that will never be possible, ever again. :(

Pixie
Sometimes I really regret that. I would love to go back and read what I wrote. Sadly, that will never be possible, ever again. :(

It's better this way. What you think you remember must be infinitely rosier than what existed in reality.