When I was in high school, I saved all my stories and poems, because I was going to become a Famous Author, and everyone would love to see the genius things I had written. I had everything all sorted, and put into a fancy binder, and on the first page, there's a bolded warning which says nobody but me is allowed to read this, unless I'm dead, in which case, the contents of the binder should be put in my offical literary anthology.
Now, I can look back and say that I was totally full of myself. But back then, it made perfect sense to me that I would have my own anthology of literature, just like all the other famous authors.
I can barely remember the stories I wrote back then. One was O, which is a novel separated into five parts. Part 1 is a portrait of the main character, when he is 17. Part 2 is him at age 34. Part 3 is him at age 51, and in this section, he drinks a magic potion that turns him into a 17-year-old. Part 4 is him as a 17-year-old again, with scenes that echo the ones in Part 1. Part 5 is him as a 34-year-old again. The book ends there.
(By total coincidence, this plotline was later used in the Zac Efron movie, Seventeen Again. )
I only wrote one and a half pages, but I was pretty sure it'd be a great book.
Let me see...what other stories did I write? There was one that took place during a war in the 1400's, and someone was killed. And there was one that takes place in a futuristic world where smart children are systematically "removed" from their schools. And there was one about girls who dig holes in the ground with shovels.
All of these books went unfinished, and up until last month, I had about five of them left on my computer. Eventually, I decided to delete them. It might have been interesting to try to finish writing them, but I have long since forgotten the characters and plots I originally intended to write.
The only thing I have left are the works I actually completed, which are mostly poems. There are maybe a few stories. I haven't read them in years, so I'm not exactly sure.
Where are these stories? Believe it or not, they're inside the binder that served as my official literary anthology. The binder is located somewhere in my family's house, if my parents didn't throw it away when I moved out.
I should try to find that binder someday. It could be interesting to read.