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@@dumaass _"Potter, " Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die. -- I've lost my leg."_ Why did they skip that in the movie adaptation!?!?
every once in a while i think about this one time when i was at least 7-8 and i wrote my mom a “grocery list”, all it said was “all the fruits goodbye” probable some of the most poetic words i’ve ever written
that whole thing is honestly full of pretty good lines! "they tell tales of your beauty, but really it's just the way you are" is probably my favourite
When I was pretty little, my Grandma made up these stories about a character called Sammy Seagull for me. There was a LOT of lore, including immortality orange juice (of my invention) and Sammy’s delinquent, dumpster-diving cousin, Lester. When we went to their vacation house together in the summer for a bit every year, I sometimes got to help make up the stories. And one time, when we had gone home for the summer and they hadn’t yet, I decided to make a Sammy Seagull story all by myself for her, maybe as a surprise (I don’t remember). I wrote it in a Disney notebook, and it’s still in the basement to this day. It’s only a page long, and in it, Sammy, his wife, Shelly, and probably some of their children go to rescue some seagulls from this monster. Pretty standard stuff, right? But when they get to where the monster is, the seagulls have already been eaten, so they just hold a memorial service. THAT’S HOW IT ENDS. I quite literally couldn’t hurt a fly as a child, I do not know where this came from, but I think about it at least once a month
Whenever my brain forces me to think a fanfic or something, [usually just rain world, warrior cats, nicos nextbots (yes, my sanity has been destroyed a long time ago), slime rancher cat edition, or whatever you'd call a fiction where there are four gods and they are all kittens], I always have to sit through my mind creating at leat one heartbreaking lore point every 10 'chapters' (I cannot define chapter in this context anymore) I would not hurt a slug in an emergency, yet whenever my brain sends me yet another piece of fiction of its own creation it is cursed, heartbreaking, complex, and cursed fanfic Or at least, my mind only sendimg me those when it is done listening to Rally up by Grioten and xi$ow for the 2h47m it always takes for the music to stop and hopefully give me a little time to focus on the latin text I am trying to translate
I remember when I was a kid, I always watched too much TV and too much RUclips, and I always thought about making my own cartoon series, most of them (for not saying ALL of them) were just different characters from my favorite tv shows on the same show, and ALWAYS, and I mean it, there ALWAYS had to be one character on the edge of death while their romantic couple cried for them
I remember when I was a lot younger and my autism was still undiagnosed I wrote a story in one of my journals about a little girl (definitely not me) who was “socially disabled” and everyone hated her and I think the story ended with her dying alone but I don’t remember. Anyway that was interesting to find a decade later 😅
Sounds like a lot of autistic kids I've met who don't understand how to convey emotions yet. Statements of fact work better. Source: me being an autistic kid who also did this shit
When I visited my old home I saw a book I wrote when I was 6/7 and I saw in my terrible childish handwriting that still hasn’t changed yet: “Horrid Henry is armed and ready”
I had to write a fact book about lions in class once when i was 6 or 7. I spelt lions as "Loins". Example of this was "A lot of male loins have lots of hair, it is called a mane"
when I was a kid I found a vhs tape at our house labeled "The Loin King" and when I asked to watch it my mom had to explain that it wasn't the movie I thought it was. all I knew was that a loin was a body part so I asked if it was a horror movie and she said yes. I imagine she gave my dad a talking to later about leaving his porn sitting out
When I was 5, I “wrote” a story that I was very proud of, and asked my kindergarten teacher to read it. She sat everyone down on the carpet do so in front of the class while she sat in her rocking chair, and I stood next to her, in front of everyone. She seemed very excited to read it, and so was I. Then she opens it. Her face falls, and I get concerned. I don’t know what’s wrong. Apparently, all the “words” I had written were just scribbles. Not even illegible kindergarten-handwriting, I mean literal wavy lines. The kind you make to _imitate_ writing. I was so embarrassed, and surprised, like I didn’t know I had done that. I genuinely thought I had been writing and was shocked to see I hadn’t. I don’t remember what the heck I thought I was writing, but I do remember it was on a hot pink sticky-note pad and had at least one drawing of a horse.
Aw that's kind of adorable in a sense - kids sometimes don't know the difference between pretending to do something and actually doing it. My little cousin used to bring us papers where he'd written a bunch of letters in a row (he knew some letters, but didn't know how to spell), and he'd ask us to read them to him. I think he thought he might have actually written something, but he needed us know what he'd written. My older cousin (probably about 6 or 7 years old) dutifully read out every line for him no matter how many times he asked, phonetically. Even though it was all nonsense. XD
@@Jupiter-T My little sister would write like that. She only knew v, i, and o, because those were in her name, and some of the v's looked like u's, so many of her notebooks were filled with "viovio vi vio uivuio vuioio vio"
Interesting. Most people who would give WWE wrestlers fantasy crossover companions would choose Pokémon; they’re much easier to match to a character gimmick, like Gym Leaders.
When I was 7, me and my sister sang something called The Toilet Song that we made up. If went like this: "Standing on the toilet" "Nice and tall" "Dancing on the toilet" "Nice and tall" "And then you fall in" "SPLASH" "Splash" "splash"
when I was 8 or 9 I wrote a story about a half man, half chicken hybrid. He was gifted a chicken as a pet but ended up marrying her instead. Truly a literary masterpiece. It was illustrated too
When I was about 9 I wrote a murder mystery with donuts, and a fight between snoopy and the red barren. Both got 100s. I’ve always been a good writer with execution, but the plot has always been chaotic. I guess nothing has changed eh?
I wrote a story called "Toad in Jail" when I was like 8. Its a picture book with Toad from Super Mario having a bunch of dead bodies in his house. And then the whole fucking government shows up with a swat team. And he gets thrown in a jail cell. Yeah I started medications at 9 if you were wondering
yes!!! I recently found a story i wrote when i was like 7 and it was literally just “this is puffer and his pet. he puts his pet in a spaceship. the pet died. the end.”
About a month ago I found a story book I wrote for my sister when I was 10. It was about a giraffe named George who sold every kind of gun in the world and one day a glue gun malfunctioned and shot him in the neck which made his neck permanently stuck in a squiggly shape. The other giraffes bullied his so relentlessly for it that he moved away and joined the circus. The best part is that I was severely dyslexic as a child, so I spelled 'giraffe' differently every single time I wrote it. The book's title read "Gorge the Genrare" and the following are all of my attempt as spelling giraffe: Genrare, Genraf, Grafe.
Well I once wrote a story (age 5-6) about “Bab the plecmn”. Took now-me a week and three illustrations of a man wearing blue to figure out that- _oh!,_ Bob is a _policeman…_
When I was a kid, I wrote a story about a crow that refused to migrate during the winter, he almost froze to death, and a kindly family took him into their home and saved his life. My sister read the story and said, “Crows don’t migrate.”
@@Keznen 🫢 Silly six-year-old me. I should have specified which species of crow. 💀 Thanks for the heads-up for the next time I write a story about crows. 👍
It reminded me of diz scene 4rom BFDI “She’s such a bossy bot” *silence* “You know, a bossy robot?” *more silence* “Well, a robot that was built to be its bossiest”
When I was 4 years old I wrote a story called “Do you have money at your house” and it was about a kid that got a penny from doing chores, and decided to go around town and brag to everyone about his money by laughing hysterically in their faces when they said that they didn’t. Then everyone calls the boys mother and tells him what he did and the mom wrote all over the penny so that he couldn’t use it anymore. Truly peak fiction.
@@threepointone415 I would draw a bunch of pictures and then take photos of them with my dads camera and then he would combine them and I would voice over them in Adobe Aftereffects. Then we would burn it into a disc. I have a ton of movie that I made.
When I was a kid, me and the neighbor kid started a "band", and since we were big fans of Kiss, well, we called ourselves... Kiss. We pretended to be Kiss, I guess. I distinctly remember the lyrics (we only wrote a bunch of lyrics, of course neither of us could play instruments at the time) to a song called "Bombing Houses". It went as follows. Ahem. "Bombing houses, it's not so fun because it's just my dad who says I should bomb houses But now it's time for me to leave and never see him again, yeah!" That was the whole song. Absolute masterpiece if I say so myself.
I love that it's actually a good idea well constructed and mostly executed just fine, and then, suddenly, there's the weirdly mundane and clunky phrasing of that last line. It's like a dancer coming up with a nice choreography, performing it quite well most of the way, and then just walking to the final spot.
When I was like 8, I made a story about a Japanese girl who once tortured her friends, and to become a better person she had to wear a magical kimono from what I remember.
about 15 years ago, the author Michael Kelly wrote a wonderful article about his early attempt at a spy novel (written at the age of 8) that he'd recently rediscovered he's the man behind behind "My Godawful Life" and the stories about Roy Orbison wrapped in clingfilm; the article is called "The Spy Who Borrowed My Car" some highlights - * instead of "he said", the younger Kelly preferred to use the construction "qoute he" (misspelling both "quote" and the word he meant, which was "quoth") * the main character, a James Bond or Simon Templar-like secret agent called Brendan Abraham, claims to have seen combat in Northern Ireland, Newcastle and the Lake District * a good 10% of the book is the main character arranging to borrow other people's cars, as he doesn't have one himself * and this sentence cracked me up: "At one point the confusion reaches new heights with the appearance of a couple of murderous drug-smuggling villains with the not-quite-sinister names of Boris Hampshire and Brian Simon Whitmore."
@@emmahealy4863 in the author's own words, "In fairness to my juvenile self, this would have been pre-urban-regeneration Newcastle [ca. 1978], and as for the Lake District... mountain country. Bandits. The thing is I've always been a stay-at-home type and tend to regard anywhere more than a few miles from where I live as fraught with peril. "
I keep all my old notebooks, so I have drawings and notes all the way back to kindergarten. Every once in a while I look through them for nostalgia or a laugh, one of my favorites being a page of "Good behavior my dogs did today", one side is full of nice things that one dog did, and the other side for the other dog is just empty.
I found an old diary once from when I was in third grade. The entry for May 22, 2015 simply read: “I am bored. I will name this day Meat Shank Mind Day.” I cannot stop thinking about this.
I used to make up holidays, and one was Kimploni on January 14. It was a holiday celebrating shrimp and fish, where people would thank them for being delicious ingredients for food, or, and I quote, “kiss fishbowls with their pet fish.” As far as I know, “Kimploni” is not a real word.
In grade 5, I had to write a report about King George III of England. I mentioned that he was formerly “Prince of Whales.” My mother never let me live that one down.
I recently moved and someone that was purchasing one of our old fancy bookshelves lifted it up to see a note underneath from who knows how long ago that just simply said, "you smell."
When we were cleaning out one of the barns on my grandpa’s family farm that’s straight up older than the country we live in there was a message written on the wall dated 1909 that just said, “John was here” lol.
One time during Covid, I wrote a book called the girl who didn’t wear her mask, and then she ended up dying at the end of coronavirus, and then everybody was cheering and jumping up and down and saying “that’s what you get” i’m happy to inform you that I have not changed. ❤ I WAS LIKE 10
I attempted to write an autobiography when I was seven. At that age, I really didn't any life experiences to write about, but I have saved the title should I write an autobiography as an adult: "My Damn Life."
My parents won't let me forget the time my Brownie pack got a letter from HRH D&D of Cambridge for sending in some cards for the royal wedding, and I was SO jealous that I didn't get to marry Prince William and become a Princess that I SCRIBBLED OUT PRINCESS KATE'S NAME 😂💀
When I was like 10 I got a story published on the school newspaper. It was something like this: There was a frog that didn't eat flies and a fly that didn't eat poop. The other frogs and flies hated them. So they went to China and ate vegetables with chopsticks. -The end. And that was the creative peak of my life.
When i was eight, I made cards, containing very vulgar drawings and text, with names such as "I will summon an ancient Egyptian God to eat your pancreas". I made this kind of thing into a FIFTY-SIX PART SERIES. Edit: That was during the summer holidays after I had finished year 3, and when we started year 4, we had to write a short story about kids going to a summer camp. I made mine about one of the waitresses putting the kids one by one in a meat grinder and serving their corpses in burgers. The head mistress suspended me for that.
That reminds of a comic series me and my friend made called Crowbar Tales. We would take turns drawing them and pass them to each other in class. There were two rules to make one though, there had to be a crowbar or a play on words involving crowbars and the second rule was someone had to die a violent and gory death.
the font used at 6:50 is called curlz, for a laugh i went and hunted it down to look at the wiki and its completely empty except one sentence in the notes about how the designer hates it. kinda funny
I wrote a story when I was like ~8-10 about a wasp that really wanted to be a bee (because everybody hates wasps but bees are useful and widely loved). Then a good fairy appears and tells her that she can grant her that wish, but she needs to really consider it carefully because unlike wasps, bees die when they sting someone. The wasp is like that's fine, I still want it, so the fairy turns her into a bee. The (now) bee is thrilled, she flies around, makes honey and all that happy bee stuff, BUT THEN something happens, I don't remember if she's reckless and gets too close to a human or if it's a complete coincidence, but basically she's about to be hit or squished by a person and out of instinct and habit, she stings... and dies. The end... Idk what the moral was supposed to be... Be(e) yourself and don't try to be someone you're not...? I'd love to know how I came up with it lol
Fun fact, Bee stingers are designed for smaller insects and not large thick skin of mammals. A bee stinging another insect means they can pull it back out and be perfectly fine, but when stinging a human, trying to get it out is a pain, so they end up ripping off a part of their backside when they try to pull out. That's what kills them. However, if a bee is smart enough (and the human doesn't immediately smack them), a bee can carefully rotate and get it's stinger out from human skin safely. There are videos of this. (And it's better since it doesn't leave any swelling) Just a little fun fact.
Cursed story written by 5-year-old me: “Once upon a time there was a plant and a tree. Then a wizard came and turned them into a boy rabbit and a girl rabbit. They went to their lands, and suddenly they met up again. Then another wicked wizard came and he turned the boy rabbit into a bad rabbit who turned the girl rabbit into a dead rabbit, and she was dead forever. THE END.” The worst part is this was five year old me’s DREAM 💀
4:08 i nearly died of laughter man jesus fucking christ, the delivery is so bloody brilliant, the voice with which you read "notes to self", the few seconds pause during which i started to hypothesise what could be there, and just as soon as i thought that it being blank would be fucking hilarious, you reveal that this shit is actually a blank page, i am so bloody glad that i watched it not during the night cuz all the neighbours would have been pissed for all the laughter noise and my flatmate would have strangled me in my sleep and shat on my chest
When I was 12, I basically wrote a crack-fic involving Audrey Hepburn, Barney the Dinosaur, Snoopy, and Bill Nye the Science Guy. In this story, Ms. Hepburn and Barney are a couple. Bill Nye and Morgan Freeman bond over a shared love for science, become besties, prance around Morgan’s apartment in tutus and watch Titanic together. And it all ends with everyone traveling to Australia where Bill becomes apart of The Society of “The” Names (other members include Larry the Cable Guy, Sonic the Hedgehog, and Bindi the Jungle Girl) and all of them singing “Africa” by Toto (Note: this story was written 5 years before that song became a meme).
When I was 6 I made a book “series” where each book was just one of those stapled-together folded book things. I spent a lot of effort on the covers. They are all completely blank.
when I was like 12 I wrote a story about a kid who is with his friend in a crowd, they get separated, and he later sees his friend with a clone of himself. He eventually convinces his friend he’s the real one and they shoot the clone but later he finds out he was the clone and gets survivors guilt over having killed the original and replaced him
@@Riddlish_pie i think so, i think it was just a cool story they thought up. i don't think anyone would've asked that question if it was an adult who wrote it
"A book of lovely men on holiday" XD Also the way you sang that God's cool song reminded me so much of that South Park episode with Cartman trying to win the Christian album award. XD
In my second grade class, we were assigned to write something cool about being in nature. I wrote "if you die in the woods, you'll get eaten by a turkey vulture". The teacher got mad but I still think that's pretty cool.
When I was eight my writing doesn’t seem very developed until this random note in a story plan for a Christmas story that said “Rudolph gets delayed somewhat?” Reading that back, the correct use of somewhat KILLED me 😅it was so random
This is honestly my favorite Matt rose video and I watch a lot of Matt rose videos. Me and my friends loved this one! Would love to see more similar to this in the future!
Not sure that it really counts for this kind of thing, but I have a Halloween activity book from when I was young in which it said “draw some turrets on the castle.” At the time I did not know what turrets were and apparently thought it said TURTLES. so I drew several orange turtles roaming the castle walls and didn’t think twice about it
Little-kid-me knew early on that I wanted to be a writer. However, she wrote a confusingly wholesome story about a pony, and I refused to believe it was written by me.....until it got to the very last page, in which the pony's owner (some random little girl) was killed off by a vampire. Addendum: Aside from another story (which was about a girl having to go buy magical sugar for a healing tea, when some animal person she was friends with got sick), I continued trying to make sense of what else I wanted to write. Didn't realize until I started hitting double digit age that half of what I had been writing was fan fiction...
My older sister once found a paper plate with a crayon drawing of a watermelon on it that read “Melon of the ocean” and to this day we don’t know where is came from because we don’t even use paper plates.
I still vividly remember 4 year old me drawing in my room the most DRAMATIC and disturbing visual story about the different ways 6 people died. I can recall drawing the ghosts of each one where they presumably died, one being on a mountain where they were killed while mountain climbing… and in the middle of the drawing was a group of family members mourning each persons death… I think the only reason I can still remember this 12 years on is because of the horrified look my mum gave me when I stupidly showed it to her after I drew it. Must have thought I was being possessed by a demon.
When I was like, 6, I had a "book series", I wrote/drew called "Super Dog". About a 2-inch-tall dog with super powers who defended the world from evil (usually giant animals) One story I was fond of re-making ended with our titular hero stabbing a snake to death with his Wolverine Claws, including a lovely illustration of the snake bleeding to death. Another favorite of mine ended with an evil witch being boiled alive. The villains who didn't meet a grisly end were a dog-cat hybrid who turned evil after being cast out by society, an evil cat who wanted to just cause destruction, and an evil dog with whom he would often team up with, fittingly named "Villain Cat", "Villain Dog", and "Evil Cat Dog", respectively. Recurring characters included such emotionally compelling individuals like: Power Pup, Super Dog's 5-year-old sister who snuck out with him on dangerous missions; Super Cat and Cat Kid, basically just Super Dog and Power Pup but genderbent and cats, friendly rivals to the main heroes; Fish-dog, a dog with a fish tail instead of a dog tail who was born as a tadpole with dog ears to two normal dog parents before undergoing a metamorphosis, she was the main love interest; and the townspeople, distinguishable only by the color of their fur: Pink Dog, Yellow Dog, Red Dog, Blue Dog, Green Dog, Purple Dog, Teal Dog, Light Blue Dog, White Dog, and Mayor Black Dog. Idk about you guys, but I think 6-year-old me was onto something, this may be the next MCU.
@@Queenaxolotl777 I actually am working on a "modern" re-make. I genuinely think the idea has potential, in the same way Captain Underpants and Dog Man work.
@bashydaggett You want lore? I can give you lore. This population of miniscule canines lived on an isolated island in the East China Sea, which was a former colony of a greater tiny dog empire until their ancestors declared Independence and had a Revolutionary War (I was writing these around the time I learned about the American Revolution from watching Schoolhouse Rock). Little Jack (aka Super Dog), was a direct descendant of one of this tiny dog nation's founders and was named after his great-great-great-etc grandfather. The island had a Capital City called Dogtown, where the stories took place. A distinctive feautre of Downtown Dogtown is that all the "skyscrapers" were topped with animal ears, inspired by the antennae of the Sears and John Hancock towers of my then hometown of Chicago. Hidden somewhere in Dogtown was a portal to my backyard (Super Dog was my imaginary friend for a brief period of time and this was my explaination for how he got to my place). Theoretically, a human could enter the portal, but they would have to be careful not to trample the micro-sized civilization on the other side. There's more original lore beyond that, but I can't remember it off the top of my head so I'd have to dig out the few surviving copies of the "books" to elaborate further.
When I was 7 I wrote a book called:*THE BIG GIRL* I made it at a farmers market. It was about where the girls mother dies while she has a broken arm and a dog that gave birth, then 5 years later she fights a baby with laser eyes and their pet crocodile
When I was very young (maybe like 3 or 4) I would take my mom's notebook and "write" in it, meaning I would just scribble all over it page after page. I would also accompany my writings with drawings sometimes. I would always draw stick figures doing everyday normal activities, or getting caught in surprising situations. My favorite drawing is of two stick figures, a boyfriend and a girlfriend, who are resting on the grass on a hillside. The girl is looking lovingly at her boyfriend, while he has a look of horror on his face due to an airplane falling from the sky and heading straight for them.
That sounds like something I would've drawn as a kid, in fact I drew basically the same thing but it was just best friends and instead of a plane, it was the sun crashing into the Earth.
When I was 3, I once filled a 100-page notebook with an epic story called "Smelly Camel Poo". Which was literally about camels travelling across the world - and taking shits.
This reminds me of the fact that my brother used to ask the most incredible questions when he was a kid, including "Do cats drink coconut milk?" "When a baby's born, how will the mummy know what the baby's wearing?" And "How did Diesel (our dog) get the holes in his nose? You know, the ones where he breathes?" There was also this line of thought "Why can't birds fly underwater? Maybe they can, and you just can't see them. Unless you're in a submarine. But it doesn't have any windows so you still couldn't see them. [long pause] Do submarines have windows?"
I wrote a short story in class when I was seven. I asked my mum a few months ago to look through my old school stuff for me and she came across it. What stuck out to me was the misspelling of furious as throrrelas and the fact that the baddie, a fox, "split himself in two" in anger when his prisoner escaped
When my little sister was around 4, she was a pretty good artist for a kid. She would often draw some nice scenery, like some mountains or a bridge, and an underground devil. She loved drawing devils, with a pitchfork and everything! And before that it was sharks eating people.
I remember this drawing I made at a summer camp when I was around 10. It had a Minecraft creeper falling into lava, with an arrow through its head, a guillotine blade going sideways towards its head, and an anvil falling on its head all at the same time. It drew the creeper to say “*sobs*” and “aieeee!” And there was someone else in the drawing which I presume to be a Minecraft player in the form of a stick person saying “Har, har, har!” or “Die, creeper!” I guess I hated every Minecraft monster in existence back then.
when I was like 5 I read a book called walk two moons (excellent book btw) but the main character got into an argument with someone and she drew a picture of them hanging by a noose in a tree, which started the most demented habit of mine that got me psychologically evaluated at 8 after my mom found a box of like 3 notebooks full of drawings of people hanging in trees 💀
I once tried to write a short story about a stray dog we had found on the trail near our house. I drew a colorful dog portrait on the cover and then wrote this: Once (And that was it, I got ONE word in before either getting distracted and forgetting about it or giving up lol)
I have an extremely loud alarm that goes off at 7:05 pm every Monday so I can tune in in time for the video. You turned Mondays into the best day of the work week, Matt.
Little late, but when I was 11, I deadass wrote a satanic ritual for talking to dead people. I then crossed it out because I thought god would be mad at me.
I don't know if I can find the drawing, but a few years ago, my youngest sister drew a picture of some terrifying, jagged cave, at least from what it looked like, and told us that "This is where the workers live..." She never elaborated beyond saying that one of her friends dads was a worker, but my mother(who is the sole breadwinner of our household) wasn't. We have tried to figure out what it could possibly mean or why she said it, but we have never been able to understand why. It feels like a horror movie, but she was a child, and probably just misunderstood something a friend or something had said.
When I was in preschool I wrote a short story about Bob Saget losing all of his blood and bones. He was saved, however, when the police were called on him.
Reminds me of a book I wrote when I was like six, in the style of the kids book, "when you give a mouse a cookie". It goes like this: "If you give a pig a cupcake, he'll want some sprinkles on it. If you give him some sprinkles, he'll want to go to the playground to play with it. If you take him to the playground, we can play. He'll find a lot of treasures. He'll cover his cupcake with sad. He'll squish his cupcake. He'll go into a graveyard and he'll get eaten. And he did nothing. The End." Mind you, almost every sentence is on a different page. So 'and he did nothing' is its own page. I don't know what happened in my brain, and frankly I'm scared.
When I was in 7th grade, I wrote a quasi-gory submission for my library’s Halloween contest. It was about a couple of my OCs. One was walking through the woods but got lost. She found a wooden hut and went inside, hoping to find someone. She found a wrench engraved with the name of the other OC and the door to the cabin slammed shut when she touched it. I then proceeded to describe how she heard the sounds of TNT before being blown up in a rather detailed manner. The OC who the wrench belonged to then laughed like a madman, descended into the hole, tore her to shreds with the wrench until all that was left were her organs, ate her skin, took a lock of her hair, and left. I won that contest but bro 😭
I recently just saw some drawings I did when I was 5... It was a group of blue, four-legged creatures that were saying "I need to get that egg" and I have no idea what the context behind it originally was...
Well this is embarrassing
hi verified creator i dont know who posted this comment a minute ago and is currently the first comment (not including the pinned post) on newest first
are you a pumpkin or an egg
Thank goodness I didn’t share my letter. I would feel worse than you.
Also whats up checkmark
You raised a lot of brave points about infrastructure and mortality and I respect 10-year-old Xploshi for that 👏
@@Matt_Roseso true
"A BOOK OF LOVELY MEN ON HOLIDAY" gives similar energy as Lilo taking photos of tourist
That's adorable
That’s what I thought of too!
some of these give so much lilo energy tbh
Exactly what I was thinking. That book literally feels like a conversation from the movie.
@@rubolph1954literally.
"Im going to die, im going to die!"
- 🦀
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die," the crab said calmly. "-I've lost my leg."
*_c r a b_*
@@dumaass _"Potter, " Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die. -- I've lost my leg."_
Why did they skip that in the movie adaptation!?!?
darn, i was gonna make that refferance first@@VkngVd
it sounds like a line from jevil 💀
every once in a while i think about this one time when i was at least 7-8 and i wrote my mom a “grocery list”, all it said was
“all the fruits
goodbye”
probable some of the most poetic words i’ve ever written
every fruit. ever.
goodbye :)
Rupi Kaur could fuckin never
Not kidding. This is extremely emotional.
All the fruits. *ALL OF THEM*
this is just me when my mom asks if i need anything from the store sjsjsjs
Matt Rose is like that slightly deranged uncle we all have. He’s always there when we need him and probably has a couple convictions
I don't have an uncle...But I' ll matt as 1
fr smoking too many cigars!
Yeah
I would guess that one of the convictions is "disturbing the peace (SKULL EMOJIIIIIIIIIII)"
He also touches you when your parents aren’t looking
Okay but
"Would you celebrate if I let you win"
Is honestly a great line
It really is
The thing was a lowkey banger
i would lol im a jerk
WHERE IS THE ALBUM? WE WANT THE DANG ALBUM!
that whole thing is honestly full of pretty good lines!
"they tell tales of your beauty, but really it's just the way you are" is probably my favourite
When I was pretty little, my Grandma made up these stories about a character called Sammy Seagull for me. There was a LOT of lore, including immortality orange juice (of my invention) and Sammy’s delinquent, dumpster-diving cousin, Lester. When we went to their vacation house together in the summer for a bit every year, I sometimes got to help make up the stories. And one time, when we had gone home for the summer and they hadn’t yet, I decided to make a Sammy Seagull story all by myself for her, maybe as a surprise (I don’t remember). I wrote it in a Disney notebook, and it’s still in the basement to this day. It’s only a page long, and in it, Sammy, his wife, Shelly, and probably some of their children go to rescue some seagulls from this monster. Pretty standard stuff, right? But when they get to where the monster is, the seagulls have already been eaten, so they just hold a memorial service. THAT’S HOW IT ENDS. I quite literally couldn’t hurt a fly as a child, I do not know where this came from, but I think about it at least once a month
OMG WHEN I WAS IN 5TH-6TH GRADE I MADE THESE STORIES ON GOOGLE DOCS ABOUT CATS AND THERE EAS TONS OF LORE
@@ProfessionalBugLover Erin Hunter stole your ideas frfr 😔
Whenever my brain forces me to think a fanfic or something, [usually just rain world, warrior cats, nicos nextbots (yes, my sanity has been destroyed a long time ago), slime rancher cat edition, or whatever you'd call a fiction where there are four gods and they are all kittens], I always have to sit through my mind creating at leat one heartbreaking lore point every 10 'chapters' (I cannot define chapter in this context anymore)
I would not hurt a slug in an emergency, yet whenever my brain sends me yet another piece of fiction of its own creation it is cursed, heartbreaking, complex, and cursed fanfic
Or at least, my mind only sendimg me those when it is done listening to Rally up by Grioten and xi$ow for the 2h47m it always takes for the music to stop and hopefully give me a little time to focus on the latin text I am trying to translate
I remember when I was a kid, I always watched too much TV and too much RUclips, and I always thought about making my own cartoon series, most of them (for not saying ALL of them) were just different characters from my favorite tv shows on the same show, and ALWAYS, and I mean it, there ALWAYS had to be one character on the edge of death while their romantic couple cried for them
When I was 5, I was terrified of the thought of being alive after my parents were dead. My solution? I essentially invented the suicide pact
saaame omg. sorry you had such terrible thoughts.
honestly same 💀
I remember when I was a lot younger and my autism was still undiagnosed I wrote a story in one of my journals about a little girl (definitely not me) who was “socially disabled” and everyone hated her and I think the story ended with her dying alone but I don’t remember.
Anyway that was interesting to find a decade later 😅
@@kaleenar963 I remember finding a note written by me (I don’t know how old I was) saying: “I am socially constipated”
@@oliverkey1435 That’s a much funnier way of putting it 😂
When I was very young I made my gran a Mother's day card saying simply: "It is today"
Clearly I was a very affectionate child
HELP MEEE OMG 😭😭😭
i am happy to inform you that it is infact still today
Bro ehy js this so funny XDDDD
Sounds like a lot of autistic kids I've met who don't understand how to convey emotions yet. Statements of fact work better. Source: me being an autistic kid who also did this shit
@@Som_Guy back then, "today" wasn't today. it was back then today, but "back then" back then isn't back then today
When I visited my old home I saw a book I wrote when I was 6/7 and I saw in my terrible childish handwriting that still hasn’t changed yet:
“Horrid Henry is armed and ready”
Aged well
That sentence reminds me of my brother
Perfect Peter? Is that you?
EVERYBODY HIDE PERFECT PETER OH GOD
I had to write a fact book about lions in class once when i was 6 or 7. I spelt lions as "Loins". Example of this was "A lot of male loins have lots of hair, it is called a mane"
I'm sure you made your teacher's day😂 That's the kind of thing they save to share at the yearly holiday party
when I was a kid I found a vhs tape at our house labeled "The Loin King" and when I asked to watch it my mom had to explain that it wasn't the movie I thought it was. all I knew was that a loin was a body part so I asked if it was a horror movie and she said yes. I imagine she gave my dad a talking to later about leaving his porn sitting out
@@ActionYakPolice tbf it definitely WOULD be a horror movie to you if it was home-made
@@ActionYakPolice I cannot imagine leaving out porn when you have kids, but specifically ones with names based on Disney movies are so risky jfc
That sounds like something Sally Brown from Peanuts would write if Schultz wanted to be a bit edgier.
In the seventh grade, I began a story like this:
"He opened the door and saw a bright light..."
"It was the sun."
Sounds like a line you would see in The City of Ember series
Better than the headlight of an oncoming train honestly
See also: Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
That happens to me sometimes too
Edit: I have no idea what I meant by this
Reminds me of that one two sentence horror
You subverted my expectations more than Hollywood has for the past 10 years
When I was 5, I “wrote” a story that I was very proud of, and asked my kindergarten teacher to read it. She sat everyone down on the carpet do so in front of the class while she sat in her rocking chair, and I stood next to her, in front of everyone. She seemed very excited to read it, and so was I. Then she opens it. Her face falls, and I get concerned. I don’t know what’s wrong. Apparently, all the “words” I had written were just scribbles. Not even illegible kindergarten-handwriting, I mean literal wavy lines. The kind you make to _imitate_ writing. I was so embarrassed, and surprised, like I didn’t know I had done that. I genuinely thought I had been writing and was shocked to see I hadn’t.
I don’t remember what the heck I thought I was writing, but I do remember it was on a hot pink sticky-note pad and had at least one drawing of a horse.
Aw that's kind of adorable in a sense - kids sometimes don't know the difference between pretending to do something and actually doing it.
My little cousin used to bring us papers where he'd written a bunch of letters in a row (he knew some letters, but didn't know how to spell), and he'd ask us to read them to him. I think he thought he might have actually written something, but he needed us know what he'd written.
My older cousin (probably about 6 or 7 years old) dutifully read out every line for him no matter how many times he asked, phonetically. Even though it was all nonsense. XD
Clearly your story was a memetic anomaly.
that's actually so adorable
@@Jupiter-T My little sister would write like that. She only knew v, i, and o, because those were in her name, and some of the v's looked like u's, so many of her notebooks were filled with "viovio vi vio uivuio vuioio vio"
I used to do that all the time and get mad when people couldn't read it, but when asked what is says I wouldn't be able to remember
I once wrote an entire fanfiction about digimon fighting WWE wrestlers. I was a strange child.
I'd read that.
Interesting. Most people who would give WWE wrestlers fantasy crossover companions would choose Pokémon; they’re much easier to match to a character gimmick, like Gym Leaders.
That sounds fucking amazing though
Nah that's based af I would totally read that
You were an awesome child
A few years ago, my mom found a poem I wrote when I was younger. It was:
Nine little birdies,
Flying in the sky.
One fell down,
And broke its thigh
do birds even have thighs?
@@goofyicerink9560pretty sure they do
Sounds like it would be a funny rhyme like 10 little monkeys jumping on the bed.
@@goofyicerink9560What, you never had bird thighs before?
Why isn’t this a nursery rhyme? I would have listened to it as a little kid
When I was 7, me and my sister sang something called The Toilet Song that we made up. If went like this:
"Standing on the toilet"
"Nice and tall"
"Dancing on the toilet"
"Nice and tall"
"And then you fall in"
"SPLASH"
"Splash"
"splash"
So you technically made “Sittin’ On The Toliet?” 😂
wow, such poetry
SPLASH Splash splash
when I was 8 or 9 I wrote a story about a half man, half chicken hybrid. He was gifted a chicken as a pet but ended up marrying her instead. Truly a literary masterpiece. It was illustrated too
I... 😰
"I must survive on the fringes of society, neither man nor chicken! Something in between, a ... a chickeny man!"
was his lower torso chicken or upper torso/head because that completely changes how i feel about this
Alrighty then.
Omg, we really need a book of stories written by children. This is gold! 😂
When I was 8, I wrote a story about a unicorn called Dave who discovers his German teacher is an ex meth dealer 💀
Ah, the mysteries of the child mind
Please publish this story
I was first your inferior to me💀
YOU WHAT
Sounds like a bestseller!
When I was about 9 I wrote a murder mystery with donuts, and a fight between snoopy and the red barren. Both got 100s. I’ve always been a good writer with execution, but the plot has always been chaotic. I guess nothing has changed eh?
3:48 the most calm skull emoji I've ever heard from Matt
I read this just when it said skull emoji
Honestly, 💀
"Skullemoji 😌"
He’s just trying not to be negative.
💀💀
@@Hello_I_Have_Appeared_SKULL EMOJI!! as matt would say it
When I was a kid I had a comic called “swearing giraffe”
It’s all in the title
That surely sold like donuts among the other children
I read that like 3 times and only now realized that it in fact says "swearing" and not "sweating" lol
Imagining that it was one panel of a giraffe saying f*** has absolutely killed me. Thank you
get vivzie on this script
this is like the most awesome thing ive heard today
I wrote a story called "Toad in Jail" when I was like 8. Its a picture book with Toad from Super Mario having a bunch of dead bodies in his house. And then the whole fucking government shows up with a swat team. And he gets thrown in a jail cell. Yeah I started medications at 9 if you were wondering
Life update: I was admitted for a week
@@Skarfeetoad has gone mD
Life update 2: Addmited again
hope you dont get admitted anymore, hadn't heard good things about it
@@mellow_mallow I love being admitted/s
proudly announced Ireland is my favorite US state at the ripe age of 13
England is my city
The timeline when the time traveler kicks a rock
Hey if that means I get to go there without a passport works for me I hear the scenery is lovely there.
I thought USA were some isles in the west and England was a continent in the further west
Lollll
A Book of Lovely Men on Holiday is ICONIC
Things to look for...
Youth
Blond or black hair
Lovely eyes and smile
Quite slim
Not very hairy
All equals........
Good looks!
Things to NOT look for!…
Stupid shades
Stupid T-shirt (sexy doughnuts)
Stupid hat
All equals……….
STUPID MAN!
@@Jacob_was_hereThings to NOT look for…
Stupid shades
Stupid T-shirt (sexy doughnuts)
Stupid hat
All equals……..
STUPID MAN!
Could ‘t agree more 😂😂
a horrible meal
I’m a teacher and one of my first grade girls came up to me and said, “I drew me as a princess” and pointed to her drawing of a fish.
*F I S H*
well zhe not wrong fish r cool
"(a ghost is a dead person)"
I find it far more amusing than I should that they felt this important enough to make sure we were clear on.
Children always have an element of being completely unhinged in some way, shape or form 😂
yes!!! I recently found a story i wrote when i was like 7 and it was literally just “this is puffer and his pet.
he puts his pet in a spaceship.
the pet died.
the end.”
They haven't been installed in a frame yet.
@@lemagicbaguette1917🤔 🚪
Okay but that song at 2:07 has some BARS. "Would you celebrate if I let you in, is it really saintly or is it just a sin?"
thank you
@@frankology did u make it???
@@jackoutsideofthebox0916 yes i did
About a month ago I found a story book I wrote for my sister when I was 10. It was about a giraffe named George who sold every kind of gun in the world and one day a glue gun malfunctioned and shot him in the neck which made his neck permanently stuck in a squiggly shape. The other giraffes bullied his so relentlessly for it that he moved away and joined the circus.
The best part is that I was severely dyslexic as a child, so I spelled 'giraffe' differently every single time I wrote it. The book's title read "Gorge the Genrare" and the following are all of my attempt as spelling giraffe: Genrare, Genraf, Grafe.
😂😂
LMAO
Well I once wrote a story (age 5-6) about “Bab the plecmn”. Took now-me a week and three illustrations of a man wearing blue to figure out that- _oh!,_ Bob is a _policeman…_
@@bookwormat5418lol
LMAO
5:10 as an African, I can 100% verify this. The rest of the day they left out is mostly rebuilding the house and getting chemo
when does the rising from the dead happen? lol
@@blizzard_the_seal9863at 13pm
@@blizzard_the_seal9863 usually around 9 o’clock
Source: am of african decent
2:37 op hates it? Those were the most fire bars I've heard all day!
ikr /srs
It reminds me of an Arctic Monkey tbh. They should get on that
8:05 That's a pretty solid Joker laugh, I won't lie.
frfr
Feel good
I love you. HAHAHAHAHAAaa *high pitched*
fr
I had the same thought! It's right on parr with Mark Hamill's laughs!
When I was a kid, I wrote a story about a crow that refused to migrate during the winter, he almost froze to death, and a kindly family took him into their home and saved his life. My sister read the story and said, “Crows don’t migrate.”
Some species of crows do migrate, so you weren't actually wrong.
@@Keznen
🫢 Silly six-year-old me. I should have specified which species of crow. 💀
Thanks for the heads-up for the next time I write a story about crows. 👍
Was it an African or a European crow?
@@vespurrsI also wonder how many coconut they can carry...
@@autonomouscollective2599 No need. It was your sister who was incorrect. lol
"mean, mean
like an evil machine"
sounds like a sick lyric
that part played right as I read this
It reminded me of diz scene 4rom BFDI
“She’s such a bossy bot”
*silence*
“You know, a bossy robot?”
*more silence*
“Well, a robot that was built to be its bossiest”
When I was 4 years old I wrote a story called “Do you have money at your house” and it was about a kid that got a penny from doing chores, and decided to go around town and brag to everyone about his money by laughing hysterically in their faces when they said that they didn’t. Then everyone calls the boys mother and tells him what he did and the mom wrote all over the penny so that he couldn’t use it anymore.
Truly peak fiction.
honestly that sounds like it could be a great fable
it actually does sound like a story I'd come across in a book like that
The only thing this story lacks to be accepted into Struwwelpeter is sadism
You have great imagination when you were a 4-year-old
@@threepointone415 I would draw a bunch of pictures and then take photos of them with my dads camera and then he would combine them and I would voice over them in Adobe Aftereffects. Then we would burn it into a disc. I have a ton of movie that I made.
You wrote a modern fable
When I was a kid, me and the neighbor kid started a "band", and since we were big fans of Kiss, well, we called ourselves... Kiss. We pretended to be Kiss, I guess. I distinctly remember the lyrics (we only wrote a bunch of lyrics, of course neither of us could play instruments at the time) to a song called "Bombing Houses". It went as follows. Ahem.
"Bombing houses, it's not so fun because it's just my dad who says I should bomb houses
But now it's time for me to leave and never see him again, yeah!"
That was the whole song. Absolute masterpiece if I say so myself.
sounds kinda punk tbh
Was your dad an exterminator😂😂
Sounds like anti-war commentary
"Moj je Tata zločinac iz rata".🤪
we have to appreciate Matt for learning an entire fucking instrument for this video
I wrote this Masterpiece about 6 years ago:
The silver river
Is always calm and tranquil
Then some one falls in
That’s actually kinda fire ngl
A haiku
I love that it's actually a good idea well constructed and mostly executed just fine, and then, suddenly, there's the weirdly mundane and clunky phrasing of that last line. It's like a dancer coming up with a nice choreography, performing it quite well most of the way, and then just walking to the final spot.
I like it.
Your younger self recreated probably the seminal haiku by the master himself, Matsuo Basho, presumably on accident - take pride in that!!
When I was like 8, I made a story about a Japanese girl who once tortured her friends, and to become a better person she had to wear a magical kimono from what I remember.
I'd read that
Interesting
pitch it to studio ghibli
Sounds like a manga I'd have read in high school
Interesting plot... I'd read that.
How do 8/9 year olds write so detailed and skilled stories with better handwriting than me?
I know right!? Fake af but still funny
Taco
All the ones who wrote shitty stories didn't post about it/get put in the video
I had a paper saying “To eliminate all flesh” with a drawing with a rainbow.
I have never seen it since.
Edit 1: I have found it again! (11/14/24)
W H A T 😀
Are you an AI that was sent to destroy all organic matter? lol Feels like kid you was controlled by some AI program or something. xD
@@ReptilianTeaDrinker well, idk
40k mechanicus:
Bro is the Omnissiah
about 15 years ago, the author Michael Kelly wrote a wonderful article about his early attempt at a spy novel (written at the age of 8) that he'd recently rediscovered
he's the man behind behind "My Godawful Life" and the stories about Roy Orbison wrapped in clingfilm; the article is called "The Spy Who Borrowed My Car"
some highlights -
* instead of "he said", the younger Kelly preferred to use the construction "qoute he" (misspelling both "quote" and the word he meant, which was "quoth")
* the main character, a James Bond or Simon Templar-like secret agent called Brendan Abraham, claims to have seen combat in Northern Ireland, Newcastle and the Lake District
* a good 10% of the book is the main character arranging to borrow other people's cars, as he doesn't have one himself
* and this sentence cracked me up: "At one point the confusion reaches new heights with the appearance of a couple of murderous drug-smuggling villains with the not-quite-sinister names of Boris Hampshire and Brian Simon Whitmore."
Amazing
Thank you, I'll try to find it. Seems epic :-)
You've clearly never been in Newcastle City center after 5pm on a Saturday night 😂
@@emmahealy4863 in the author's own words, "In fairness to my juvenile self, this would have been pre-urban-regeneration Newcastle [ca. 1978], and as for the Lake District... mountain country. Bandits. The thing is I've always been a stay-at-home type and tend to regard anywhere more than a few miles from where I live as fraught with peril. "
Lmao thanks for reminding me about the Roy Orbison In Clingfilm guy, I haven’t thought about that nonsense in years
I keep all my old notebooks, so I have drawings and notes all the way back to kindergarten. Every once in a while I look through them for nostalgia or a laugh, one of my favorites being a page of "Good behavior my dogs did today", one side is full of nice things that one dog did, and the other side for the other dog is just empty.
I found an old diary once from when I was in third grade. The entry for May 22, 2015 simply read: “I am bored. I will name this day Meat Shank Mind Day.” I cannot stop thinking about this.
Adding this day to my calendar
I used to make up holidays, and one was Kimploni on January 14. It was a holiday celebrating shrimp and fish, where people would thank them for being delicious ingredients for food, or, and I quote, “kiss fishbowls with their pet fish.” As far as I know, “Kimploni” is not a real word.
Two days until Meat Shank Mind Day!
@@Mizu2023 You sure? Meat Shank Mind Day is 22nd May. Wish it was in two days though, personally can't wait
Can't wait for Meat Shank Mind Day!
In grade 5, I had to write a report about King George III of England. I mentioned that he was formerly “Prince of Whales.” My mother never let me live that one down.
King George III (formerly known as Moby Dick)
He, in fact, HATED John Adams.
I drew a grave on my grandmas card and wrote "when are you going to die?"
I recently moved and someone that was purchasing one of our old fancy bookshelves lifted it up to see a note underneath from who knows how long ago that just simply said, "you smell."
The Penguin pfp adds depth to this
When we were cleaning out one of the barns on my grandpa’s family farm that’s straight up older than the country we live in there was a message written on the wall dated 1909 that just said, “John was here” lol.
random but i wrote "take your BOOB off." in a sketch book one night and a few months later i found it and started crying
mastectomy
What's really effed up is how many are doing exactly that, completely unaware of how very much they'll regret it....😢😢😢
god i WISH i could take my BOOB off....
@@katie7748 what if the world was made of pudding
@@katie7748 I take my boob off in the morning, put it back on in the eve
One time during Covid, I wrote a book called the girl who didn’t wear her mask, and then she ended up dying at the end of coronavirus, and then everybody was cheering and jumping up and down and saying “that’s what you get” i’m happy to inform you that I have not changed. ❤ I WAS LIKE 10
I attempted to write an autobiography when I was seven. At that age, I really didn't any life experiences to write about, but I have saved the title should I write an autobiography as an adult: "My Damn Life."
I mean you have to write it now, that's a kickass title
My parents won't let me forget the time my Brownie pack got a letter from HRH D&D of Cambridge for sending in some cards for the royal wedding, and I was SO jealous that I didn't get to marry Prince William and become a Princess that I SCRIBBLED OUT PRINCESS KATE'S NAME 😂💀
When I was like 10 I got a story published on the school newspaper. It was something like this:
There was a frog that didn't eat flies and a fly that didn't eat poop. The other frogs and flies hated them. So they went to China and ate vegetables with chopsticks.
-The end.
And that was the creative peak of my life.
Genius
Distinguished gentlemen
When i was eight, I made cards, containing very vulgar drawings and text, with names such as "I will summon an ancient Egyptian God to eat your pancreas". I made this kind of thing into a FIFTY-SIX PART SERIES.
Edit: That was during the summer holidays after I had finished year 3, and when we started year 4, we had to write a short story about kids going to a summer camp. I made mine about one of the waitresses putting the kids one by one in a meat grinder and serving their corpses in burgers. The head mistress suspended me for that.
Are there any left?
I'd read those ngl.
Little-kid-me was just ASPIRING to be you! 😆
@@Muchacho1994 i still have about 9
That reminds of a comic series me and my friend made called Crowbar Tales. We would take turns drawing them and pass them to each other in class. There were two rules to make one though, there had to be a crowbar or a play on words involving crowbars and the second rule was someone had to die a violent and gory death.
the font used at 6:50 is called curlz, for a laugh i went and hunted it down to look at the wiki and its completely empty except one sentence in the notes about how the designer hates it. kinda funny
I wrote a story when I was like ~8-10 about a wasp that really wanted to be a bee (because everybody hates wasps but bees are useful and widely loved). Then a good fairy appears and tells her that she can grant her that wish, but she needs to really consider it carefully because unlike wasps, bees die when they sting someone. The wasp is like that's fine, I still want it, so the fairy turns her into a bee. The (now) bee is thrilled, she flies around, makes honey and all that happy bee stuff, BUT THEN something happens, I don't remember if she's reckless and gets too close to a human or if it's a complete coincidence, but basically she's about to be hit or squished by a person and out of instinct and habit, she stings... and dies.
The end...
Idk what the moral was supposed to be... Be(e) yourself and don't try to be someone you're not...? I'd love to know how I came up with it lol
Sounds like it could be a real fable.
That's actually really good tbh
@@cherrycola958 Thank you haha. I have to find that story to remind myself what exactly happened, I hope I can find it somewhere.
Fun fact, Bee stingers are designed for smaller insects and not large thick skin of mammals. A bee stinging another insect means they can pull it back out and be perfectly fine, but when stinging a human, trying to get it out is a pain, so they end up ripping off a part of their backside when they try to pull out. That's what kills them. However, if a bee is smart enough (and the human doesn't immediately smack them), a bee can carefully rotate and get it's stinger out from human skin safely. There are videos of this. (And it's better since it doesn't leave any swelling)
Just a little fun fact.
@@DoctorTex Oh that's cool to know! Thanks for sharing.
Cursed story written by 5-year-old me:
“Once upon a time there was a plant and a tree. Then a wizard came and turned them into a boy rabbit and a girl rabbit. They went to their lands, and suddenly they met up again. Then another wicked wizard came and he turned the boy rabbit into a bad rabbit who turned the girl rabbit into a dead rabbit, and she was dead forever. THE END.”
The worst part is this was five year old me’s DREAM 💀
This is basically what myths are like
@@paigeepler”It was revealed to me in a dream.”
Giving me watership down vibes lol
4:08 i nearly died of laughter man jesus fucking christ, the delivery is so bloody brilliant, the voice with which you read "notes to self", the few seconds pause during which i started to hypothesise what could be there, and just as soon as i thought that it being blank would be fucking hilarious, you reveal that this shit is actually a blank page, i am so bloody glad that i watched it not during the night cuz all the neighbours would have been pissed for all the laughter noise and my flatmate would have strangled me in my sleep and shat on my chest
When I was 12, I basically wrote a crack-fic involving Audrey Hepburn, Barney the Dinosaur, Snoopy, and Bill Nye the Science Guy. In this story, Ms. Hepburn and Barney are a couple. Bill Nye and Morgan Freeman bond over a shared love for science, become besties, prance around Morgan’s apartment in tutus and watch Titanic together. And it all ends with everyone traveling to Australia where Bill becomes apart of The Society of “The” Names (other members include Larry the Cable Guy, Sonic the Hedgehog, and Bindi the Jungle Girl) and all of them singing “Africa” by Toto (Note: this story was written 5 years before that song became a meme).
Sounds up to date. And real.
This is the funniest, crack-headed thing I've ever read 😂
This needs to be published… also was Bob the Builder in the society of “the” names?
@@NotUselessProductions Yes, he was.
But weirdly enough, Barney doesn’t qualify, as “Barney the Dinosaur” isn’t his legal name. Just Barney.
@@NotUselessProductions That’s a pretty good idea! I wonder if I could find it…
When I was 6 I made a book “series” where each book was just one of those stapled-together folded book things. I spent a lot of effort on the covers.
They are all completely blank.
Diare of a nonexistea!!
Matt never disappoints...unless you're my lungs desperate for air as I laugh like a complete doofus.
A BOOK OF LOVELY MEN ON HOLIDAY 🕺🏼🌴
📷📸📷📸📷📸📷📸
My favourite part tbh, it's so deranged but sweet!
@@kawaiilotusthat’s my fav part too
when I was like 12 I wrote a story about a kid who is with his friend in a crowd, they get separated, and he later sees his friend with a clone of himself. He eventually convinces his friend he’s the real one and they shoot the clone but later he finds out he was the clone and gets survivors guilt over having killed the original and replaced him
... Were you okay
@@Riddlish_pie i think so, i think it was just a cool story they thought up. i don't think anyone would've asked that question if it was an adult who wrote it
Goosebumps ass story
@@Riddlish_pie no
"A book of lovely men on holiday" XD
Also the way you sang that God's cool song reminded me so much of that South Park episode with Cartman trying to win the Christian album award. XD
In my second grade class, we were assigned to write something cool about being in nature. I wrote "if you die in the woods, you'll get eaten by a turkey vulture". The teacher got mad but I still think that's pretty cool.
I think that's cool.
Sounds like your teacher was just lame and uncreative. Being part of the life cycle is very cool.
You understood the purpose of scavengers. Very cool
Teachers really love getting mad at kids for flawlessly following instructions, huh?
Hey, be glad it's a turkey vulture and not a thunderbird!
2:35 Hold on, I need to sit down, hang on. Bro wrote that when he was 8-9?
I was still doing baby steps when I was like, 15 years old.
Dude I still can’t write that good
My god I thought it was printed
it's the autism in me
When I was eight my writing doesn’t seem very developed until this random note in a story plan for a Christmas story that said “Rudolph gets delayed somewhat?” Reading that back, the correct use of somewhat KILLED me 😅it was so random
This is honestly my favorite Matt rose video and I watch a lot of Matt rose videos. Me and my friends loved this one! Would love to see more similar to this in the future!
5:43: My dog sits at the window... "and watches the wind go by"
Boy, that wind sure is a sight to behold
“Is he thinking about his past?”
That went deep-
It fucking WIMDY
You know, that is a very dog thing to do
@@midnight4685as a person with a dog, this is true.
Not sure that it really counts for this kind of thing, but I have a Halloween activity book from when I was young in which it said “draw some turrets on the castle.” At the time I did not know what turrets were and apparently thought it said TURTLES. so I drew several orange turtles roaming the castle walls and didn’t think twice about it
is ur pfp solangelo?!? 👀👀👀
Portal turrets storm the castle
Little-kid-me knew early on that I wanted to be a writer. However, she wrote a confusingly wholesome story about a pony, and I refused to believe it was written by me.....until it got to the very last page, in which the pony's owner (some random little girl) was killed off by a vampire.
Addendum: Aside from another story (which was about a girl having to go buy magical sugar for a healing tea, when some animal person she was friends with got sick), I continued trying to make sense of what else I wanted to write. Didn't realize until I started hitting double digit age that half of what I had been writing was fan fiction...
that is so funny
I am confused. Who is "she"? Are you talking about yourself in 3rd person??
My older sister once found a paper plate with a crayon drawing of a watermelon on it that read “Melon of the ocean” and to this day we don’t know where is came from because we don’t even use paper plates.
Melon in the ocean
I still vividly remember 4 year old me drawing in my room the most DRAMATIC and disturbing visual story about the different ways 6 people died. I can recall drawing the ghosts of each one where they presumably died, one being on a mountain where they were killed while mountain climbing… and in the middle of the drawing was a group of family members mourning each persons death…
I think the only reason I can still remember this 12 years on is because of the horrified look my mum gave me when I stupidly showed it to her after I drew it. Must have thought I was being possessed by a demon.
6:20 makes me feel uncomfortable
When I was like, 6, I had a "book series", I wrote/drew called "Super Dog". About a 2-inch-tall dog with super powers who defended the world from evil (usually giant animals) One story I was fond of re-making ended with our titular hero stabbing a snake to death with his Wolverine Claws, including a lovely illustration of the snake bleeding to death. Another favorite of mine ended with an evil witch being boiled alive.
The villains who didn't meet a grisly end were a dog-cat hybrid who turned evil after being cast out by society, an evil cat who wanted to just cause destruction, and an evil dog with whom he would often team up with, fittingly named "Villain Cat", "Villain Dog", and "Evil Cat Dog", respectively.
Recurring characters included such emotionally compelling individuals like: Power Pup, Super Dog's 5-year-old sister who snuck out with him on dangerous missions; Super Cat and Cat Kid, basically just Super Dog and Power Pup but genderbent and cats, friendly rivals to the main heroes; Fish-dog, a dog with a fish tail instead of a dog tail who was born as a tadpole with dog ears to two normal dog parents before undergoing a metamorphosis, she was the main love interest; and the townspeople, distinguishable only by the color of their fur: Pink Dog, Yellow Dog, Red Dog, Blue Dog, Green Dog, Purple Dog, Teal Dog, Light Blue Dog, White Dog, and Mayor Black Dog.
Idk about you guys, but I think 6-year-old me was onto something, this may be the next MCU.
I WANT THIS TO BE A REAL BOOK BRB IM GUNNA WRITE IT SEE YA IN A YEAR
@@Queenaxolotl777 I actually am working on a "modern" re-make. I genuinely think the idea has potential, in the same way Captain Underpants and Dog Man work.
@TheGoldfishArmy OMG you read those too? Awesome!
We need more lore
@bashydaggett You want lore? I can give you lore.
This population of miniscule canines lived on an isolated island in the East China Sea, which was a former colony of a greater tiny dog empire until their ancestors declared Independence and had a Revolutionary War (I was writing these around the time I learned about the American Revolution from watching Schoolhouse Rock). Little Jack (aka Super Dog), was a direct descendant of one of this tiny dog nation's founders and was named after his great-great-great-etc grandfather.
The island had a Capital City called Dogtown, where the stories took place. A distinctive feautre of Downtown Dogtown is that all the "skyscrapers" were topped with animal ears, inspired by the antennae of the Sears and John Hancock towers of my then hometown of Chicago. Hidden somewhere in Dogtown was a portal to my backyard (Super Dog was my imaginary friend for a brief period of time and this was my explaination for how he got to my place). Theoretically, a human could enter the portal, but they would have to be careful not to trample the micro-sized civilization on the other side.
There's more original lore beyond that, but I can't remember it off the top of my head so I'd have to dig out the few surviving copies of the "books" to elaborate further.
I always forget its monday 🗿
Best monday ever in my opinion
Matt makes every Monday better
@@pemanilnoob indeed
@@pemanilnoobAgreed
IT'S ROCK AND ROLL DAY!!!!
@@Spongyboi897 ROCK N ROOOOOOOLLLLLLLL
When I was 7 I wrote a book called:*THE BIG GIRL* I made it at a farmers market. It was about where the girls mother dies while she has a broken arm and a dog that gave birth, then 5 years later she fights a baby with laser eyes and their pet crocodile
When I was very young (maybe like 3 or 4) I would take my mom's notebook and "write" in it, meaning I would just scribble all over it page after page. I would also accompany my writings with drawings sometimes.
I would always draw stick figures doing everyday normal activities, or getting caught in surprising situations. My favorite drawing is of two stick figures, a boyfriend and a girlfriend, who are resting on the grass on a hillside. The girl is looking lovingly at her boyfriend, while he has a look of horror on his face due to an airplane falling from the sky and heading straight for them.
Excuse me what the actual-
Now that's a rising tension.
That sounds like something I would've drawn as a kid, in fact I drew basically the same thing but it was just best friends and instead of a plane, it was the sun crashing into the Earth.
When I was 3, I once filled a 100-page notebook with an epic story called "Smelly Camel Poo". Which was literally about camels travelling across the world - and taking shits.
LMAO
Peak fiction
this is some shit freud would write about lmao
This reminds me of the fact that my brother used to ask the most incredible questions when he was a kid, including
"Do cats drink coconut milk?"
"When a baby's born, how will the mummy know what the baby's wearing?"
And "How did Diesel (our dog) get the holes in his nose? You know, the ones where he breathes?"
There was also this line of thought
"Why can't birds fly underwater? Maybe they can, and you just can't see them. Unless you're in a submarine. But it doesn't have any windows so you still couldn't see them. [long pause] Do submarines have windows?"
I wrote a short story in class when I was seven. I asked my mum a few months ago to look through my old school stuff for me and she came across it. What stuck out to me was the misspelling of furious as throrrelas and the fact that the baddie, a fox, "split himself in two" in anger when his prisoner escaped
That's how Rumpelstiltskin ends, so it could well have come from that
Mitosis
When my little sister was around 4, she was a pretty good artist for a kid. She would often draw some nice scenery, like some mountains or a bridge, and an underground devil. She loved drawing devils, with a pitchfork and everything! And before that it was sharks eating people.
I remember this drawing I made at a summer camp when I was around 10. It had a Minecraft creeper falling into lava, with an arrow through its head, a guillotine blade going sideways towards its head, and an anvil falling on its head all at the same time. It drew the creeper to say “*sobs*” and “aieeee!” And there was someone else in the drawing which I presume to be a Minecraft player in the form of a stick person saying “Har, har, har!” or “Die, creeper!” I guess I hated every Minecraft monster in existence back then.
when I was like 5 I read a book called walk two moons (excellent book btw) but the main character got into an argument with someone and she drew a picture of them hanging by a noose in a tree, which started the most demented habit of mine that got me psychologically evaluated at 8 after my mom found a box of like 3 notebooks full of drawings of people hanging in trees 💀
Can we see the notebooks
YOO I read that book too unfortunately I was asleep most the classes
0:44 *brought to you by Pepsi*
Pepsi's marketing truly is a force of nature
@@camicus-3249see also: critical reviews of “We Are The World” comparing the lyrics to contemporary Pepsi advertising
INSTITUTION!
Pepsi brings your ancestors back from the dead
I love you.
You know that.
*maniacal laughing that could be mistaken for the joker having a seizure*
8:00
4:47 this is unironically adorable and precious
Will you like me? 🥺👉👈
@@Nellyc1 I hope she said yes 🥺👉👈
This video really helped brighten up my final moments dying in Drogheda hospital with pneumonia. Thanks Matt!
bye
bye
Did I just witness someome die in a comment?
I once tried to write a short story about a stray dog we had found on the trail near our house. I drew a colorful dog portrait on the cover and then wrote this:
Once
(And that was it, I got ONE word in before either getting distracted and forgetting about it or giving up lol)
I have an extremely loud alarm that goes off at 7:05 pm every Monday so I can tune in in time for the video. You turned Mondays into the best day of the work week, Matt.
If matt changes his upload schedule and you get up for nothing it would be a little funny I think
*garfield would like to disagree*
I live in the eastern US. Should I set mine for 2:05 pm?
@@DigitizedGalaxyAltGarfield never heard of Matt Rose.
I’m like 6-7am Aussie Tuesday
As someone who lives driving distance from Chicago, that Chicagoan accent was hilarious.
Surprisingly difficult 😅
@@Matt_Rosecan you do a video on thrift store finds
@@Matt_Rose my dude is the next big voice actor to be honest. I need more furby impersonations.
@@theminibenjiofficial8888PLEASE, MATT, I NEED TO SEE THIS!
@@Matt_Rose make a part 2 to this
Little late, but when I was 11, I deadass wrote a satanic ritual for talking to dead people. I then crossed it out because I thought god would be mad at me.
Close one!
…also did you just like make it up?
My therapist: Chicago dialect Matt Rose doesn't exist, he can't hurt you!
Chicago dialect Matt Rose: 8:14
He soulds like a drunk mobstar
@@winzigerflashendeckel6894The Rockstar Mobstar.
bro sounded Russian 💀💀💀💀💀💀
@@sams_enfpNah. He has done a better russian accent before this. This sounds more like a lite/vanilla version of a Russian accent
I don't know if I can find the drawing, but a few years ago, my youngest sister drew a picture of some terrifying, jagged cave, at least from what it looked like, and told us that "This is where the workers live..."
She never elaborated beyond saying that one of her friends dads was a worker, but my mother(who is the sole breadwinner of our household) wasn't. We have tried to figure out what it could possibly mean or why she said it, but we have never been able to understand why. It feels like a horror movie, but she was a child, and probably just misunderstood something a friend or something had said.
Ok but for the first one how is their handwriting so good for a 6 year old?!
These are more comprehensible compared to whatever I wrote when I was 8.
And some of them had better handwriting than i do now
@@fh9061same
@@fh9061As a native speaker of a language with cyrillics, I still don't understand how you all write latin so neatly and quickly, even children...
@@fh9061 I shamefully admit to my handwriting still being terrible if I’m not careful enough.
When I was in preschool I wrote a short story about Bob Saget losing all of his blood and bones. He was saved, however, when the police were called on him.
Ouch… that story aged poorly, lol
Yipes ! I wonder what really happened to him.
"To Nanny: I love you, you know that."
*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
2:04 why is that song actually amazing??
My thoughts exactly
Banger
Fr
Great song.
I kind of want to figure out how to set it to music.
Reminds me of a book I wrote when I was like six, in the style of the kids book, "when you give a mouse a cookie".
It goes like this: "If you give a pig a cupcake, he'll want some sprinkles on it. If you give him some sprinkles, he'll want to go to the playground to play with it. If you take him to the playground, we can play. He'll find a lot of treasures. He'll cover his cupcake with sad. He'll squish his cupcake. He'll go into a graveyard and he'll get eaten. And he did nothing. The End."
Mind you, almost every sentence is on a different page. So 'and he did nothing' is its own page. I don't know what happened in my brain, and frankly I'm scared.
When I was in 7th grade, I wrote a quasi-gory submission for my library’s Halloween contest. It was about a couple of my OCs. One was walking through the woods but got lost. She found a wooden hut and went inside, hoping to find someone. She found a wrench engraved with the name of the other OC and the door to the cabin slammed shut when she touched it. I then proceeded to describe how she heard the sounds of TNT before being blown up in a rather detailed manner. The OC who the wrench belonged to then laughed like a madman, descended into the hole, tore her to shreds with the wrench until all that was left were her organs, ate her skin, took a lock of her hair, and left. I won that contest but bro 😭
I recently just saw some drawings I did when I was 5... It was a group of blue, four-legged creatures that were saying "I need to get that egg" and I have no idea what the context behind it originally was...
Well did you find the egg ?
Did it get the egg? 😮
Well did it get that egg?