A Ghostly Post

[vovat]

In sixth grade, one of the projects for my English class involved making our own books, including binding and illustrating. Wanting to get away from aliens for a little while, I wrote about an adventure in the Underworld. My land of the dead was neither a hell nor a heaven, but simply a strange land where the spirits of the dead lived out their afterlives. I don't remember too much about the story itself, other than that it featured a few ghosts (I made them Frenchmen who had died in World War II, so as to use bad puns on last names beginning with "de") sailing to an island and fighting a monster named Karlar. The ghosts' home island was Dekkastekkwekk, named after its founder. Don't even bother asking what HIS nationality was in life. I don't recall exactly what my pictures looked like, either, but since I've pretty well established that I can't draw, I'm pretty sure they were the Halloween decoration style of ghost. You know, like these guys?




bethje has a T-shirt with that first picture on it, by the way. I'm not sure how weird floating blobs with eyes and sometimes mouths came to be universally recognized representations of departed souls, but it makes about as much sense as the shape of the Valentine's Day heart.

Comments

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

My middle school stories were generally space operas or UFO stories; you clearly had me in the category of imagination.

[vovat.livejournal.com]

Most of my stories were space-related, but they weren't UFO stories, because the aliens generally didn't interact with Earth.

Mary Sue

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

My aliens had to interact with Earth -- because *I* was there. :-0

Re: Mary Sue

[vovat.livejournal.com]

I used myself as a character in most of my stories up until the fifth grade, and even made myself second-in-command of an entire galaxy. After that, though, my stories were less self-congratulatory.

Re: Mary Sue

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

I was, let's see: captain of a spaceship, commander of an armored land-ship, and of course captain of a company on the fire department; never made it up to command staff of the galaxy, though. I at least had sense enough to give my Mary Sue some flaws and limitations, but I was still a pretty cool guy. :-)