A few people have asked that I post some of my juvenilia. Here’s a story I wrote some time between the ages of eight and ten:
- A long time ago there lived a group of dragons that were called the toughies.
Now the king of the country where the toughies lived had tried everything to get rid of them; he gave them maidens weekly, a million dollars (they put in that they couldn’t do much with it). At last he put forward a proclamation saying, whoever gets rid of the dragons will get a million dollars (they could do something with it).
Soon everybody was trying to get rid of them, but all in vain for no one succeeded, ‘till a girl named Zantorria set out to kill the dragon who had killed her father. When she reached Tatooklia ( the place where the dragons live) she crept into their cave and saw 12 heaps of straw where 12 dragons lay looking very ill.
Approaching them carefully she said “What’s the matter?”
The first dragon stared at her and said, “We’re sick from eating too many people, they taste horrid”
When the girl asked who killed her father they said he’d died naturally so she helped the dragons get better because they promised not to be bad and she lived with them for the rest of her life.
My plotting has improved somewhat since then . . .