On my 21st birthday, my mum gave me a box of pictures, report cards, certificates and miscellaneous items that she had kept over the years. It included this, which judging by my hand-writing was written when I was about five.
Please note that while I didn't have the fine motor skills to write in a straight line, my vocabulary included the word 'scavenging'.
At the start of the Summer I had plans to start writing again. (This was brought about by the internet's failure to provide me with scary stories. I decided to write one myself, but anything I start ends up being about people.) For the Leaving Cert my discussion essays weren't powerful pieces of persuasion - "But that's only my opinion I mean I can see how you might disagree oh god I'm so sorry I made you a cake." - so I didn't really have any option but to write short stories. I enjoyed writing stories though. I can't come up with plots, but I like creating atmosphere and characters, which is probably why I want to write horror. Having come across this gem, though, I think it's pretty clear I'm not going to top that.