Last month I read "Someone Named Eva" and enjoyed it. The ward Book Club was reading it so I did as well and then went to the book club meeting. It was fun.
This month the book club is reading "The Midnight Ball." It looked so much like a book I would LOVE. So I am reading it. I've only read three chapters but I already think it's going to be my favorite book.
Reading this book reminded me of a story I wrote when I was young. I started writing short stories in high school and continued writing a bit after high school. I only finished a few of the stories. The one I finished was 21 pages, well written and I was so proud of it. I leant out a few copies for friends to read and leant out my last copy. All of my three friends lost the copies and so I lost my work.
I was very upset for years that I had lost one of the few stories I had ever completed.
Now I'm over it because it was written with two main characters based off myself and Justin H. It was about an LDS girl who met a boy in high school who ends up later in life joining the LDS church and they of course marry each other in the end. It was a cute story. The girl had just moved, her senior year of high school, to a new town when she met the boy. When they dated it was interesting because they came from two different worlds but were striving to live the same way in their present day.
The other story I recall I finished was about a girl who lived back when everyone dressed fine, the women in dresses all the time, and courting was essential to a relationship.
The girl was coming to adulthood (18 yrs) and wanted to stay a child. Her best friend was a little older and a male. I can't recall if they were officially intended to wed each other or the young man was just obviousely hoping for it.
The girl and the boy have a cute, fun relationship. I used Zack and myself for the inspiration in this story. Zack and I never dated but being such best friends with someone of the opposite gender, you know the thought of "Should we ever date each other?" has come across both minds a time or two.
I was never attracted to Zack in any way other than a bosom friend. Someone I could rely on and turn to any day. Someone who truly knew me and loved me no matter what.
But we had some amazing times together. One time we went to the movies and afterward got ice cream cones. We were up on the parking lot top floor at The TEXAS in Las Vegas walking to the car as we ate our ice cream. I can't recall if it was Zack who pushed his cone into the tip of my nose or I who did that to him. But it was funny and we started a little ice cream fight almost. I added that in my story.
Anyway, the girl runs away from her life when she sees a fairy in a wild flower field one day and follows it. She ends up on a magical adventure, being magically transformed to the size of a fairy herself and entering into their world.
The fairy she had followed was male. She becomes friends with him and learns that fairies are playful and whimsical to the point that they are irresponsible and self centered. She learns the importance of growing up...atleast to a point.
When she returns from her adventure she is ready to court her best friend and face her life.Something similar happened in the movie that came out a year or so ago Alice in Wonderland with actor Johnny Depp. Note; I wrote mine first (years ago) :)
A few stories I started writing but never finished. One was about a girl in a make believe world where electricity did not exist and times were simple. In a world where falling in love was a fairy tale and did prove to exist. Couples were matched together and wed without meeting each other prior.
In a small village a girl prepared for her own match with the help of her friends.
She was not happy with her forced marriage and her life planned out for her.
She is blessed however to be matched with such a man who would be the hero of any story.
The girl goes through all sorts of emotions, fear being the most overwhelming, as she and her new husband ride a wagon out of town to start their new life. The first year of marriage is to be spent alone, just the husband and wife, away from any town. Supplies are brought to them regularly so they need never enter society. They spend their first year, their Honeymoon, getting to know each other and build a foundation for their life together.
In a cottage in the woods they have their honeymoon. The girl is not accepting of the marriage. She is a bit bitter and won't let him near her. Being married to a wonderful they eventually find themselves in love. I never finished this one. I don't think I even got to the part where they fell in love. They were being kind to each other but had not reached Love yet.
I tried to work more on it but could not find the inspiration. I don't think I have that one anywhere anymore.
When we were preparing to move to Italy Sterling and I went through all our belongings. I found a few stories and cannot recall if this last one was among my things or not.
I do know I have the story I started after high school inspired by Alissa and myself. At one point we called each other Assila and Ynaffit because we would spell and try to speak backwards. lol
I changed the names to look better Asyla and Inafit or something like that. Or maybe I just used the Asyla and found a different name for myself.
It's been a while since I looked at it even though I know exactly where it is at this moment. In my bedroom on my bookshelf.
It is a story that only has a start. A world of king's, their daughters, knights, fairies and all things magical. The king decides to go on a quest. I cannot remember much about it. It really only has a few pages, if I recall correctly.
Another story I started was of a princess who meets a knight. I believe he came across her castle when he was escaping a battle and seeking help. The king takes him in and supplies him with the food, bed and medical attention he needs. The knight is bedridden and the princess introduces herself one day. They became friends and she kept him company as his body healed.
While he was still bedridden a prince came to the castle. I believe he was intended for the princess. She was reluctant, against the idea of being forced to marry. The prince has some sorrow in his background. I believe his father, whom he was very close to, was dying or already gone.
The prince had a lot of character but struggled with his current situation.
The princess and prince start to get to know each other.
Eventually the princess finds herself torn with feelings between both men.
The knight gets well and chooses a life of adventure, planting no roots. The princess and the prince get married and strengthen each others character. I don't believe I got to the point though. I think I stopped writing it when the knight was almost healed. I knew how it was to end though. At one point I considered having the princess kill herself and nobody has a happy ending. lol. But that's just too dreary. For a while I looked at reality as not having happy endings and wanted my stories to be realistic.
I remember one more story. I started it after high school. It was a story about a princess who was to choose a husband. Her father collected a group of princes and held a week long event at his castle. The princess and princes would spend their time in the grand ball room (something like that). Events, parties, etc would go on so that this single princess could spend time with and meet these eligible prospects. Some archery and sports events were held so the princess could see who was strong and who excelled in different areas.
The princess was shy, being thrown into such a situation.
She meets a lot of puffed up men, some idiots and lot of jerks. She also meets a man who is not very pleasing to look at. He is a prince and he is beautiful on the inside.
I cannot remember if there was another contender who actually had a chance. I think there was...a handsome prince who was decent. Or a servant who held her heart but could not hold her hand.
Anyway, I never finished this one but I believe she was going to choose the ugly prince because she knew what was important.
After high school I found it hard to write well...probably because I was out of practice. That is probably why most of my stories were never completed more than half way.
I wanted to write this entry to remember what I could of the stories I have lost. This way I might have a way to remember as my life gets longer.
