reacting to my old story: Scarlet
6:14 AM
Hola readers!
A recent blogger did a reaction to one of her old posts, but most of my old posts were too short to do much reacting to, and because I wrote more stories than posts, I decided to react to one of them.
They are certainly cringe-worthy and way too much fun to make fun of.
I wrote "Scarlet" for a story contest around the age of sixteen or seventeen. I was never meant to write short stories by any means. When I do, they hold no depth and I have no patience to figure out what I am doing wrong.
My reactions are in bold, complete with GIFs and face palming...
Introducing...
Scarlet
I am Scarlet. As I write, I am in the land of the prosperous and the undying. It is a place that is almost perfect (or so it seems from the outside). I have not always lived here, but I came by my own will. This place is my destiny. An okay beginning, I'll admit. I'm really cringing at the 'it' sloppily starting that sentence though.
However, I was born in a world opposite from this one. It ANOTHER FREAKING IT STARTING A SENTENCE. This goes against everything I believe!!! had death and was not perfect. I loved that land, but strangely I do not miss it. Umm....why did you love the land and why do you not miss it?
Two summers past when I was a young maiden, I was hunting in the woods behind my home. It was dawn, and fog rolled over the hills. My parents had just died, and though I could take care of myself, I missed them. Ahem, just because you can take care of yourself does not mean you should not miss your parents.
I soon saw a deer close by, and crouching down slowly readied my bow. Without warning a bright light suddenly appeared. It NOOOO shined around me and I was almost blinded. It Alright, this is just getting ridiculous was a clear light - brilliant and white. I fell back, the bow falling from my hands.
A man stood before me, his hair touching his shoulders, and as I stared harder it appeared to glow.
I wasn't scared and I found that odd. Aren't you supposed to be scared when things appear out of nowhere? That is odd, Kara. Any man's who hair glows holds a creep factor -- unless he's an angel.
"I am one of the Light Bearers," he said solemnly. Okay...an angel then.
"I don't know of your kind," I replied timidly.
"We bring the Light into the Darkness." he answered gravely.
I sat there stupidy.
This whole explaining how they said something is driving me insane.
This whole explaining how they said something is driving me insane.
"We Light Bearers are few - weakened by the evil hand. You are called to join us and bring Light to the darkened corners of the world - the places inflicted with dark magic. The peoples' minds are poinsoned by this magic, and they grow to hate the Light, kindness, and peace. They now want war."
"Called?" I didn't what he was talking about. I reached for an arrow from my quiver before I realized my bow lay on the ground.
"I mean no harm." The Light Bearer gazed at me, and I felt he could see to my soul. "Well?" he prodded.
I stared at him blankly.
"I have no worth....I'm not...brave." I finally manged to say.
"You have worth no matter who you are," he replied gently.
I didn't know how to answer. Something within me stirred and I very much wanted to say yes. Though I didn't feel courageous, I nodded.
"You'll learn your destiny in time " he said smiling. Then he was gone, and the Light with him.
Now everything looked dark - even the sun didn't match the glory of the Light. The Light Bearer seemed to have chased away all ominous things while he had been there with the Light; would I be able to do the same? This is just too cheesy. I'm dying here...
As I was having these thoughts, I found myself arriving in another country and time. I was at a place I had known nothing of before but abruptly did. I was at a train station. Back home I was a girl with little knowledge, but as I stood there I clearly saw where I was. Okay what the heck just happened?! Was she whisked away? I think I was trying to do a Narnia thing like in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader movie...news flash Kara: It didn't work
A train - there glistening in the sunlight. Oddly all was silent. Even odder still - I was wearing queer clothes. A long white skirt and shirt. So ummm...why are white clothes odd?
Right then I knew what I should do. On the last boxcar the door was opened, and in that peculiar place it seemed the thing I should be doing. I'm finding this way too funny...what exactly is it Scarlet feels she needs to be doing? I wasn't afraid as I clamored up - that is until there was a clanging and everything began to move. Quickly it clattered along the tracks, the trees blurring into one green mass.
My time is running out, reader - I must quicken my story and be brief. Please do.
The train took me in the moutains where I received counsel from the leaders and became a Light Bearer. I learned much in those ten days, things now being silenced by my death.
Then reader, I was transported into another world - a nameless place - my destiny. I appeared there - a beautiful land where there is no death, for the medical world is advanced. Then it was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes and I could see the evil. What looked so perfect was so wrong. Death hovered - no matter how hard the people tried, they soon wouldn't be able to defeat it. A black magic had been cast upon their rational thoughts. They no longer wanted the Light.
My mission was fairly simple (or so it seemed at first). I was to warn the people that evil hadn't been defeated, that Black Magic had crept up on them, and that they must look to the Light. However, they'd outlawed Light Bearers and those found were put to death. I'm sensing a Jonah vibe going on here...
I knew I must first show them I was friend - not a foe, and I did just that. Show. Don't tell.
As months passed the Light placed within me couldn't be kept hidden. It was growing brighter. Soon people would know. I couldn't be fearful any longer and hold back.
I walked into the middle of the city - preparing myself for the worst. Then I stood on an old cart and yelled out. "I am Light Bearer. Darkness will yield if you turn away from false hopes! Turn to love - not selfish ambitions. Turn to fighting the evil instead of accepting it - accept Light!" Well that was convincing.
Now you can see why I am here. My body will soon be chopped to bits I write violently simply because I came and wished for the people to come with me and defeat the darkness. I will tell you now I am afraid. However I will say that the Light shone bright and maybe some will benefit from that. Reference to martyred Christians?
I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. From my own fright I held off too long.
Oh, they are coming - the soldiers. Their shirts look as if they are made of dragon scales and they gleam in the torchlight. I feel some terror, yet a peace rising. Goodbye and farewell!
Scarlet
WHATTT the heck?!!!!!!!!!!
Well that was awful. If I have it in me even a little bit as a writer, I certainly did not possess it then. *Face palm* Twenty year old Kara is ashamed of seventeen year old Kara's short story attempts...she is even more ashamed to say that she was in fact old enough to write better than this sore fictional piece.
All joking aside, I find it extremely important to read your old writings. Doing so has honestly shown me how far I am come and where I need to grow. I don't think we need to be ashamed of what we once wrote because they are very much a part of us. They are younger us striving towards who we are now.
Reading Scarlet really took me back -- Thank God for progress....haha.
If you read until the end -- thank YOU.
Tell me: Have you read your old stories or looked at past art you've created?
P.S Don't forget -- today is the last day to grab a copy of The Broken Prince F R E E in honor of my birthday (which just so happens to be today ;) ) . Head on over here to get your e-book now. It is 100% x ten better than this Scarlet piece of junk (I promise!), but even if you don't agree, the book is free, so there's that.
WHATTT the heck?!!!!!!!!!!
Well that was awful. If I have it in me even a little bit as a writer, I certainly did not possess it then. *Face palm* Twenty year old Kara is ashamed of seventeen year old Kara's short story attempts...she is even more ashamed to say that she was in fact old enough to write better than this sore fictional piece.
All joking aside, I find it extremely important to read your old writings. Doing so has honestly shown me how far I am come and where I need to grow. I don't think we need to be ashamed of what we once wrote because they are very much a part of us. They are younger us striving towards who we are now.
Reading Scarlet really took me back -- Thank God for progress....haha.
If you read until the end -- thank YOU.
Tell me: Have you read your old stories or looked at past art you've created?
P.S Don't forget -- today is the last day to grab a copy of The Broken Prince F R E E in honor of my birthday (which just so happens to be today ;) ) . Head on over here to get your e-book now. It is 100% x ten better than this Scarlet piece of junk (I promise!), but even if you don't agree, the book is free, so there's that.
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this is such a fun idea, hahahah!
ReplyDeleteThank you -- it was so much fun to do!
DeleteOH MY GOODNESS, THAT WAS GREAT. XD Your comments to yourself are much like my own when reading my old work. I might just have to steal this idea. ;D
ReplyDeleteAnd happy birthday!! *confetti*
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THANK YOU EMILY!!!!!!! You make me so happy. XOXO
DeleteI always cringe when I read my old stuff too! XD
ReplyDeleteComments make me smile, lift my spirits and give me the motivation to continue writing. In return I'll comment on your blog, because you're awesome and deserve it.