Might as well share this story I wrote when I was 5…
Kara ( with a K, may I add. ) sikpped down the street and smiled at the birds in the trees. Hi birdys! Kara laughed and went home.
Let’s go camping! Kara yelled.so they all packed there bags and left!
Kara roasted marshmellows in stixs and ate them.
They went to bed in the tents.
The end!
Most of my writing is bad.
However, I wrote Cruelty of Ice which was my first episode story, and it was terrible. I archived it
Examples of my bad writing?
posts link to every RP I’ve ever been in
That’s a good story for a kid.
Ehh…
I mean, I spelled my own name wrong.
U said you were 5! It has a beginning middle and end!
There was more that I cut out that was just gibberish. I think the only reason it has one is because my mom helped me write some of it.
My writing right now:
I woke up in the morning. Then I ate food. I went out of the house ‘cause it got so boring. I didn’t know what to do. I went back inside. I watered a plant. Then I slept.
Bumpty bump bump.
All my writing. Just throw it away… 
Lol, you’re a great writer!
You think sooo?
Yeah you’ve improved soo much!
I have?
Yeah… I was one of the first people to read Cruelty of Ice. And no offense but that was… oof.
It’s ok. That story was terrible and I know it lmao! I archived it. I am not rewriting either. I am burning it. Burning! It!
The sequel was better but not as good, “Thriller: Best Served Cold” was alright, “College Days: Mysterious Northview” was better than both stories (I used spot directing, zooms and experimented with overlays), “Clue: In Cold Blood” (I don’t know if you’ve read it) was… to me, pretty great.
And the one that I’m doing now? Hmm…
I don’t know how I improved at all honestly. I mean, I guess it just happened… read the guides, asked for help, watched videos, used templates…
Omg. I’m gonna share everything I wrote in elementary / middle school. My writing was so cringy, and 99% of the stories I wrote were about middle school aged girls getting in fights
“Katrina!” my mom called from the kitchen. “You’d better be getting dressed. I have to drop you off early at school today.”
I groan. My mom owns this stupid reality TV show, called The Lazy Girls, which is just about lazy and weird girls being lazy. The Lazy Girls doesn’t even have a chance of becoming popular. You see, she won a big contest, and this reality show, is tearing my family apart. But, you see, that’s what the viewers want. My sisters and brothers are always in a bad mood. Dad and Mom are always arguing. And what they show on TV isn’t real. It’s not the true story. And the worst of it is school. But, no I won’t think about school yet. I have an hour of freedom from thinking about it.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I groaned. It’s a Friday, which means tomorrow’s the weekend. But I’ll have to spend the entire weekend bored, because Mom’s TV show is making more episodes.
I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the table there were two plates filled with blueberry pancakes, my favorite breakfast.
“Yum,” I said.
“Where’s Melody?” Mom asked. “I thought I asked you to wake her up, too.”
I groaned again. Mom’s attention is so on her show, she is starting to get a little forgetful. She even forgot my name one night.
Also, Melody is my ten-year-old sister, and she’s ten, two years younger than me. I have a fifteen-year-old sister named Linda, three years older than me. And then there’s Jack and Will, who are fraternal twins. They both are six. My family is huge.
“You never told me that I should wake Melody up,” I told Mom. “Besides, she always yells and screams at me whenever I go to wake her up.”
“Oh, all right,” Mom said. “I’ll wake her up, then. Keep eating your breakfast.”
I nodded and she left the kitchen.
I finished my breakfast, put my plate in the sink, washed my face and hands, grabbed my backpack, put on my shoes, and headed outside into the warm, spring air.
As I waited for Mom, I took a look at our garden. Mom isn’t at home during the day, so Dad waters the flowers. We have roses, sunflowers, tulips, daffodils, and hydrangeas. Over in the vegetable section, we have corn, tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, and peas growing. Lastly, in the fruit section, we have an apple tree, some oranges, strawberries, watermelon (that Dad recently planted), and pineapples. Dad’s an awesome gardner.
Suddenly, I heard someone say behind me, “Sister Katrina?”
I turned around. It was Jack, my six-year-old brother. He was still in his pajamas and was barefoot. He was holding a stuffed kangaroo in one hand.
“Jack?” I said. “Why are you out here? Mom doesn’t like it when we go out barefoot.”
“Will is annoying me,” Jack said. “He won’t let me sleep.”
I checked my watch. It’s only seven-thirty, and Jack’s and Will’s elementary school starts at eight forty-five. Jack and Will both usually get up at eight, so Jack and Will get thirty more minutes to sleep.
“Tell Mom,” I suggested. “She’ll take care of it.”
“She can’t. She’s too busy yelling at Melody.” Jack giggled after he said that.
But I frowned. Out of my family, I hate Melody the most. She’s always grumpy and lazy and never wants to do her homework. She only wants to hangout with her friends and eat junk food and watch TV and stuff. Trust me, out of my family, I like Jack the most.
“Then go to Dad. Seriously, Jack. I’m all ready to go to school. I’m waiting for Mom. Tell Dad.”
“Okay,” Jack said, heading back toward the house.
From Melody’s open window, I heard Melody yelling, “No! I don’t want to go to stupid, boring school. I’m staying right here!”
“Oh, no you’re not,” Mom replied angrily. “Come on, Melody. Katrina is outside waiting for us.”
“I am not coming.”
I sighed loudly. Before Mom won that stupid contest, everything was going well. Melody wasn’t as grumpy and lazy as she is now. Mom and Dad barely argued with each other. My siblings and I mostly used to get along. But since Mom won that contest…my family is going crazy. And it’s all The Lazy Girls’s fault.
Mom came out a few minutes later, dragging an angry Melody behind her. Mom’s face was red, and Melody’s face was pale.
“Thank goodness you’re already ready,” Mom muttered to me under her breath.
We all got into our family car (it’s a blue Lexus), buckled ourselves in, and we were off…to Michelle Ann Middle School.
Mom dropped Melody and me off. We were twenty minutes early today. Yesterday, we were one hour early at school.
“Why does Mom even have this stupid reality show?” Melody asked me. I knew from that tone of hers that she wanted an answer right away.
“I told you. She won a contest, and her prize was owning The Lazy Girls. She tried to tell the judges that she just did the contest for fun, but the viewers wanted Mom to own that show. And because of that show, our family is totally ruined.”
“And going crazy,” Melody added. Then she made her face get annoyed. “Then why is there a contest?”
I frowned. “I don’t know, Melody. Now can you just keep quiet? I have a singing show today, and I’m nervous. I need to concentrate. Understand?”
“No. Answer my question first.”
I knew from that tone of her voice that she wouldn’t shut up about it, so I ignored her and walked over to an empty picnic table. I calmly sat down (even though I was screaming in my head), and began to take deep breaths. I closed my eyes.
I wrote a story about a hamster, a guinea pig, a bird, a spider and a lizard when I was 4… 
I’d love to share it but it’s in russian and I don’t have it here 
The story plot was that the hamster and the guinea pig discovered that they were sisters and escaped from the pet shop with the help of the bird. They decided to live on their own and dug themselves a cave. In the cave they discovered a door to an island (don’t question 4 year old me’s logic ) They met the spider and it soon turned out that the hamster was the princess of the island and the spider started teaching her how to be a good princess. And then the story just stops because I lost the note book that I was writing in.
I only discovered it recently when I was helping my grandma to clean up her apartment and I was traumatized by my bad spelling and grammar. 
Actually, that’s pretty good! I like family stories, and I haven’t read many where the MC’s family members are reality TV stars, aside from Running from Reality.