Ahh....There are so many.
First one that comes to mind is an old story I wrote (like, as an actual novel that I have on a floppy disk). It was called rain and it was about...uh...A skitzhophrenic non-active pedophile and his depression and fight with his urge, and the conversations he has with a homeless boy that has a new name everyday, that actually only exists in his mind. I think in the end the man molests someone in a psychosis & commits suicide. I wrote this novel when I was 12 years old lol what the fuck.
Then the second one was called Monochrome Syndrome, and it was about sci-fi-esque pirates with a huge cast of characters and rival mobs and alcoholics. This was in high school with a friend.
Third one never had a name, It was about a suicidal train conductor and his crutch-relationship with an old man who rode the train every evening. Never got anything more done than the general idea. Inspired by an old man I met in a train one time, I'd love to honor him with something in the future (he was a real sweetheart)
Fourth was about a grumpy teacher and a snarky student and then it never went anywhere because I am so against student-teacher relationship set ups. No thanks.
Fifth was a summer project with a dear friend of mine. It never had a name, but it had a complex fantasy world with evolutionary charts and religions and history and races and plants and a cute story about a merchants daughter who runs off to become a pirate with her bodyguard & random vegan chef who believes in meatball gods that strike their wrath to anyone who eats meat (who actually is a weirdo only because he was a government experiment in mindcontrol homg spoopy). Then my friend moved and lost the notebook all this was scribbled & sketched in, so rip.