The Plots Thicken

In late elementary school, I acquired an interest in ancient Egyptian mythology. I also apparently acquired an interest in writing series stories.

After being told by my father to "write a story" and then, to his surprise, returning with a notepad half filled with text and drawings, I started creating the "world" of King Kuts, the fictional canine ruler of ancient Egypt whom I'd first seen in a dog food commercial. I created friends for him, along with the help of my then-best friend Jessi; Jessi, however, eventually lost interest and moved away, and so her place was taken by a new student named Mya, whom I quickly befriended and whose interest in the subject was just as great as mine. We spent a great deal of time talking about the King Kuts world, and play-acting our characters in various stories as well as writing about them. I was more into writing than Mya was, however, and so the act of putting the series into words fell into my hands. Not that I complained. Mya, for her part, was an excellent reader and fan and encouraged me all the way.

The first King Kuts story turned into two, then three...eventually five completed stories were written. All, aside from the first, I wrote in composition books, as the hard covers made them feel so much more "authentic" as books. Mya and I pretended that they were "movies" and even called them thus. We drew pictures of the characters all the time and created side stories. I wrote a prequel of sorts, Akhenaton & Nefertiti, about when King Kuts was a puppy and not even the main character yet--and a story where the gang went to Australia, and various other silly things. No anachronism was too great; logic didn't matter. I also wrote stories such as Horus and Osiris, based on the Egyptian myths that I was slowly learning more about. The stories were fully illustrated in my own juvenile style. I recall other students, who weren't so writing inclined, reacting in awe over the fact that I could write so much. One of my unrelated stories was even stolen by an unknown person and to this day I don't know what became of it. Somewhere out there, somebody could still have a battered old copy of The Greatest Adventure In History, featuring a blue-dyed mouse with a broken foot and who knows what other ridiculous characters.

The King Kuts series wasn't my original foray into the world of writing, however; it was only when I began to take it more seriously. One storyline of mine which existed before this was the Trench Rats series, about a group of color-coded rodents fighting canine Nazis in WWII. Not much writing ever came of this series, but I do remember Mya and myself having great fun pretending to be the characters out on the playground during recess. A minor character from the KK series ended up spawning another series that branched out on its own and later became the occult-themed D Is For Damien series. And trips to the nearby Mackinac Island inspired Mya and me to create the original Manitou Island storyline in the unfinished story "A Nightmare On Manitou Island" (which itself combined three out of the four storylines, excepting The Trench Rats). Characters from all of these storylines except The Trench Rats frequently crossed over into other storylines and met each other under strange or funny circumstances, and back then Mya and I had no problem with this. It was all just part of the fun. We didn't worry about any of it making sense.

Over time, however, things slowly began to change. Mya herself moved away when we were in junior high, and although we kept in touch via mail and visited whenever we could, the bulk of the storylines rested on me now and I had to continue them practically alone. The three intertwined storylines began to split apart and go their separate ways, much like Mya and myself. D Is For Damien became more serious and adult in tone; I eventually gave up the childhood King Kuts stories in favor of stories featuring the Egyptian gods; the unfinished Manitou Island story spawned a set of related short stories written in the form of native myths; and my Trench Rats, although I thought of them often, were featured only in a few brief unfinished novels.

Another turning point (Mya's moving away being one of the first) came when a cousin of mine, a year younger than I was, came to stay at my house for a while. We hadn't much in common but hung out anyway and I attempted interesting her in my writing. I showed her a sketch I'd made of the primary antagonist in the D Is For Damien series, explaining the plot a little, but my cousin couldn't seem to come to grips with the fact that--

"The dog is a rapist??"

That's right--all of my storylines, up to this point, had been quite obviously "furry" or anthro in nature, featuring sentient, talking animals acting like humans. I'd seen nothing wrong with this at the time. But my cousin's reaction hurt me very much--and from that day on, I started carefully omitting the more obvious references to the fact that my characters were animals and not human. Over time, aside from my KK-inspired and Trench Rats writings, my fiction became "human" at least in outward appearance, even though I still pictured the characters as animals. Perhaps the last people to know the truth were what few students read the little comic strips I contributed to the junior high newspaper and which featured said animal characters. Not that my comics were ever terribly popular. After elementary school, other students' awe over my writing skills faded, and most of them just considered me weird and obsessed, "that girl who likes Egypt and dogs."

After Mya moved away, I never again found a writing buddy as enthusiastic about my writing, nor anyone I could so freely discuss such things with without fear of confusing or boring them to tears. Her moving away and eventual change of interests and attitude (our mails gradually faded out as she changed and I stayed the same) greatly contributed to me slowly learning to keep my writing to myself, because it just seemed that most people out there weren't that interested in it anyway.

This state of affairs was to go on for a very long time...in fact, up to and including the present day.

 

tehuti88 tehuti88
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3 Responses Jul 10, 2007

You unfolded this tale about your writing skills really well. At first, I was wondering when this was taking place, since you mentioned 'best friends' and whatnot, it clued me in to the fact that you were fairly young at that time. However, I got a bit confused since I thought it was 'recent' and your writing skills were too adult-ish. Anyway... I wanted to tell you that you should have this stuffs published! It's not everyday I come across Egyptian writing (particularly those that could be geared towards little kids!)... then I thought, wait, you might've, so I looked up D for Damien. Haha, well I found your website now, I'm going to settle down for reading.

Obviously, you are meant to be a writer...lots of creativity here...lots of ambition...<br />
I think it sounds great...animals acting like humans...what a great play on philosophy...<br />
I admire your love for writing.

When I was twelve I started a short story called Serenity's Demon. The characters stuck with me as I grew up and somehow I ended up writing a series that matured along with me. I still keep adding to the series and have accquired several binders to keep the chronology in line. Don't let anyone read them though. There my not-so-little guilty pleasure.