Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

How the Raccoon Got His Mask pt 2

No, its not a sequel to the first story I wrote in first grade, its more of a follow-up. I went out with a school teacher last night and she teaches a creative writing class, so I shared with her my amazing piece of creative writing. I thought about it a little more today and thought it actually would make a pretty darn good children's book. So that's what I'm doing. I'm writing a children's book about Ronnie, the Raccoon who lost his mask.

I've got two directions I could go and I want your advice. One is the original; a raccoon who didn't have a mask/lost it and sets out to find it. It would have no value other than entertainment. The other would be more educational; a raccoon who was born without a mask and is scared of going to school because he's different (in this version he may possibly meet up with a tortoise without a shell who teaches him its ok to be different).

Sunday, June 8, 2008

How the Raccoon Got His Mask

I found a box of old stuff while cleaning. The following is a story I wrote circa 1st grade (when do you stop using the brown tissue paper with the handwriting lines?). Its pretty much the best story ever. I left in the spelling for fun, so this is word for word how I wrote it. Enjoy.


How the Raccoon Got His Mask


There wants was a littel raccoon houw hadn't had a mask at all. He wanted one so bad but he couldn't aford the money. He dicided to look for gold. Days wint by, weeks wint by and finly, a month wint by and he still didn't have any gold. One day he wint to the Picific oashion. When he came back up he had a..... tresher chest fild with gold silver and all kinds of coins. He wint to the bank to see how much it was it took them two weeks to fuiger it out it was worth 10,000,000 dolers. But he didn't know wher to get one. He wint to the Mall of the Blufes. All he foulnd in most of the stors were shirts, shose, underware, and pants. He went into a candy store. Nothen in here but candy. He didn't know what to do then he knew it he akes his mother. she said, "dig one up" so he bought a shovel and lots of diging supllys. Finely he foulnd what he was loking for a nice shining black mask he was so glade and happy.


The End

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I grew up in the country with my nearest neighbor being almost a mile away. I was also the youngest in the family and the only boy. Growing up, I didn't have a lot of "playmates" so I found ways of entertaining myself. I could go outside on a nice fall Saturday (or frigid Iowa winter) and not come in until dark. My childhood is what cultivated my active imagination, or "specialness" as my mom always called it.