Of light and dark

I've talked before about the first story I wrote, Power of the Balls, which was a horrendous pile of crap and everything that I hate in writing to this day. And I wrote a few other stories after that, though I concede that I do not remember them nearly as well - probably because I did not make it as far in those stories as I did with Balls. However, when I was starting in boy scouts, around the seventh grade, I had an idea for what I would try to make into my first book series. It was to be a four book series, with each of the first three based on a character born in light, darkness, and twilight, and a fourth book that brought the three together.

Theoretically, it was a sound idea, if a bit cliche. And I got through the first two stories, though to call them books would have been a bold faced lie. They were separated into chapters, sure, but I imagine that two chapters at the time would have easily fit into one of these blog posts, and I can barely get a story told half the time with the word count that I have set for myself. I did not have the mind for details and descriptions that I do know, which is pretty sad considering how terrible I am at that now. Then there was the fact that the stories themselves just weren't that interesting. The light story, I remember, barely made sense, and was creepily hinting at rape in order to create darkness. Darkness on the other hand was merely bland - a soldier born into evil becomes good because of a girl and sacrifices himself, blah, blah, blah...

Unlike Power of the Balls, however, these stories are still accessible. Easily, in fact. At the time, deviantArt was becoming popular, especially among kids my age, and I posted my stories there freely. My account still exists to this day, and I have never removed anything from it. What I wrote there is bad - really, really bad - but I feel like they should remain as a testament to where I came from and the progress that I have made. Though I do not know that I could ever stand to read them. I can not stress enough how bad they were. I think that I would physically cringe if I were to read them now. Lord only knows how I'll feel about them in ten years.

To be honest, I don't remember a lot of the thought process behind the stories. I know that the story with the light main character was to be darker, and that the story with the dark character was to be lighter. I don't remember what the twilight character was going to be put through, and I have no idea how I was supposed to bring the stories together. I probably didn't know at the time either. If given the chance, I don't know that I would ever try to rewrite these stories. Today, I don't find the ideas that I had very interesting. I feel as though I was just writing what a 12 year old would think was cool. Probably because I was 12.