My story. Pt. one

When I was a tiny girl I got a notebook for Christmas.  I immediately wrote down whatever came to mind.  I stayed up late writing about the kitty dynasties of South America.  There was good Queen Nimba, and her  daughters.  They fought mighty battles against the dogs of the dogskill mountains.  At the end of the war an old dog named Navill, (I liked N names,) prophesied that Nimba would die.  Sure enough Nimba "Fell ill, and the parties of the war ending came to an end."  The came Orfa, who was and orphan.  She did terrible things, because she thought it was her fault her parents died.  Thousands of years later the only heir to the throne was Kitty Witty Pitty, a stuffed animal belonging to a small bespectacled blonde girl named Michaella.

I was always coming up with stories, but I never considered sharing them with anyone else.

That changed. It all started with a dream.  A dream that I was a girl spy sent to infiltrate a bad guy base.  What made the bad guy bad I did not know.  He had plenty of clone henchman hanging around, and he used teenagers as his officers.  Sounds like any dystopian novel out there.  I, my name was Raven, fell in love with one of the officers.  He claimed that the bad guy was his dad.  Whenever any of the teenage officers became friends with me, they would disappear.  The strangest thing about the dream was when the officer I liked kissed me on the mouth.  When I woke up I decided it needed to be told as a story.  I serialized it in my head and told it to my little brothers every night after Daddy told us to go to sleep.  When the story ended, I came up with a sequel, involving two bounty hunters named Gopher and Angus.  Angus was short and was always buying tall hats and shoes. After that ended my brothers demanded a new story.  I thought and thought.  I came up with stories involving knights, stories involving Star Wars, stories where all the characters ever in stories came to play together. Darth Vader vs. Inigo Montoya. "You killed my father, prepare to die."  "No, I am your father." Interesting prospect, but all my new stories fell flat.  Then came a wet day in the spring.  I had stopped trying for a story, but one came.  We were taking a nature walk at the conservation department.  The ground squished under my feet, and water droplets dripped from the pine trees.  A futuristic tyrannical society...gladiatorial games..a brilliant technician stepping in to save a doomed gladiator. What would happen?  Lets add a princess in there, how about Princess Peach from Mario? The boys had recently gotten a Nintendo GameCube.  Yes, yes. Lets say she was captured in war by the bad guys.  What would happen if the doomed gladiator and the technician teamed up to help her escape?  I thought I had something really good going on here.  I think Link from Legend Of Zelda came along for the ride, and there was some other girl.  They battled villains such as Donkey Kong and one really slimy spy.  They were waylaid by bandits, and barely escaped with their lives.  They had just reached the border of their country when the bad guys caught up with them.  The other girl and the slimy spy had struck a deal.  The bad guys shot an arrow through Link's cap and arrested the technician.  My technician was a nice guy who looked a little like Severus Snape.  he somehow was friends with the bad guys sent to catch him.  I felt bad to have him leave the story.  Princess Peach and the others escaped.  So ended the story.  How could I have thought that was a masterpiece?