I recently found the beginnings of one of my (extremely) old story ideas. I figured I would share, for anyone who wants to know what my pre-Wattpad writing style was like.

Personally, I had no idea that my younger self and I had such similar writing styles. I'm more detail-oriented now, I think, and I have a better grip on the rules of writing/grammar. What do you guys think? Similar? Different? A little of both?

Lol, drop a line down below if you want to see me eventually try to make something out of it.

Pacifica
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Written in April, 2014:

I perch on top of the ancient-looking stone wall that surrounds my father's castle. No one will come looking for me, as my father's servants fear the wall. It seems to intimidate them, and I suppose it should intimidate me as well, but I always feel calm here.

I often dream of running away, of climbing this grand wall and escaping my father's realm forever. No one would notice my absence. I am just another servant to my father, and my many siblings have been taught to ignore me.

I was the mistake, the child my father didn't intend to have. He often tells me that I am in fact the child of another man, a man of much humbler upbringing. I want to believe it, but it is hard to believe anything my father says.

Being the oldest, I should be the heir to my father's throne, the next in a dynasty of rulers. However, my father does not consider me worthy of such a position. Instead, he named my year-younger half sister Estella heir to the  throne. I was offended by this at first, but have since decided that Estella is better suited for the role. After all, she thinks and acts like a princess, while I am a dreamer.