As a (horribly lonely) child I made up a lot of stories. I recently found one of them at the bottom of my mom’s closet. As I read back over this bizarre universe I created, I knew I had to share. The story is filled with cats with wings, naturally. Oh, and their political struggles, arranged marriages, cloning machines, and what-have-you. Please don’t judge me by the disturbing last page, I was creeped out myself re-reading it as an adult.
Based on the drawings, vocabulary, and (lack of) spelling, I place the creation of this “masterpiece” around 4th-5th grade. I think my favorite line is: “She slapped him across the face and yelled, ‘Do not be so cheap! I saw you sell your brother’s friend!’ … [his] allowance was taken away by his mother Queen Fuzula.”
Sorry the first page is a crappy scan.
I give you: SILENTERS.
alix sharpe 