Boom. That's it, just 'Boom'. That's all the young fifteen year old on the beach could remember, that one sound. He was wearing a scrappy blue shirt and some sort of rough cloth-like pants. A small scraggly beard was sprouting from his chin and he wore a scowl as if he had just tasted something unpleasant, which wasn't surprising. As for his skin, he was naturally tanned, a sun kissed tan, not an ugly bleached tan. His eyes were green and seemed to shimmer in the dark, and they managed to perfectly complement his strawberry red hair. Which he wore in a sort of disarranged Mohawk. His smoothed nose can be likened to... well, a smooth nose. And his perfect smile made you feel as though you had just won a million dollars, but could also make you feel like he was a cat and you were a mouse. Rarely.
The sun was slowly rising over the deep blue sea, and it's reflection startled the teenager out of his amazement. He had been trying to remember back to before the boom, and it was giving him a headache. That and something smelled like rotting fish... Finally paying attention to the world, he got up, ignoring the creaks of protest from his bones. From this new angle, someone would say that he looked skinnier than he was - which was actually fairly skinny, while others would say he didn't look skinny, but moody. Whatever he looked like, he didn't care. He had too much going on in his mind. 'Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Heck, while I'm at it, Why does the sun look so weird? And why is this sand so hard?!' Actually, why was the sand so hard? He glanced down at the not-so-sandy-sand. It was gravel. 'Ugh!' He had been lying in a dead fish. Now he knew where that smell had been coming from. He straitens himself up and reveals a large patch of dried up blood above his rib cage, as if you had taken about a cup of red dye and thrown it on him. 'Ugh!' He repeated, grimacing. Yet it didn't hurt, and he curiously pried the shirt from his chest - it was hard to get off because of all the dried blood. What he saw there was not surprising, considering it didn't hurt him. He saw tanned, flowing skin pulled over his ribs. He touched the place above his heart and felt the steady beating of it, like a drum. 'Good, I'm not dead. Yet.' He said to himself. As soon as he had finished saying that, his stomach growled rudely. 'Ugh!' He repeated, yet again. It must have been his favorite word.
A few hours later, Jake - what he decided to call himself - had surveyed the land around the gravel beach. He was in the middle of a gigantic lake - a small island in the sea, for all he knew. The only reason Jake believed it to be a lake was because he had seen some land to the East and the West, meaning that he must be encircled by it. The island had about fifteen trees growing in a small grove, underneath a tall hill that had been directly behind him when he had woken up. There was this blackish stuff that stuck out of one of the rockier portions of the hill, and he had made a mental note to check and see what he could do with it later. A spring on the other side of the hill fed a trickling stream that wound and meandered it's way to the lake. Jake had drunken from the spring and found it lukewarm and slightly smelly, like rotten eggs almost. Despite that, it was pleasant water... at least closer to the lake. At the ery top of the hill there was, amazingly, the ruins of an ancient hut. It had a small stone fireplace surrounded by sandstone and a small doorway. A portion of the shelter had worn away, and it was buried almost to the top of its roof. Jake had been walking around when he fell through the overgrown roof and found himself inside the sandstone hut. He assumed it went farther along, but the rest of the hut hand collapsed - he'd done some digging for supplies and had found part of a chest stuck into the dirt, angling away from the doorway. He was currently by where he had fallen into the hut, and was getting ready for bed. His stomach was starting to hurt from the physical abuse throughout the day, and he made a promise to himself that he would find food tomorrow. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was 'Oh wait a second, my name is...'
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. 'Ugh...' He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his bones were bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed out, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe!
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um...' Was all Jake could say. The funny thing was that he hadn't felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? That's a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility...
Did it... grow in my throat...? No!
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his rib cage was bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe! He hacked for a good ten seconds, feeling himself get weaker and weaker until...
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um... ' Was all Jake could say - after he'd wiped the dribble off. The funny thing was that he hadnt felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? Thats a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility...
Did it... grow in my throat...? No! What a STUPID idea! Hahahaha... nervous laughter...
His Mohawk was messed up and now it looked like he had a red wig on. Except the wig was a fox or a small kitten, and constantly tried to stir up trouble.
It was only now that Jake noticed he was up to his ankles in the sand, and for some reason, it was itching him. He quickly stepped out of the... perfect circle and brushed any loose bits of sand off. As he bent down to brush at the particles, he noticed that he was standing in the sand, again.
'What the...?'
He wasnt in the middle, and he hadn't moved...
The only solution to the problem...
I can TELEPORT! Jake yells, causing the pig that had been watching all of this to flee, tripping over a small, mysteriously placed root.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to teleport again. 'Nghhh...!' He huffed.
Opening his closed eyes, he notices something slightly disturbing...
The sand had gotten bigger - it now covered the entire ruin's roof (Or so Jake guessed) and he could see it creeping even farther.
'Wait, so does that mean I can't teleport?'
Chapter Two: Disaster
It's Jake again. Actually, it's not again, because this is my first journal entry.
/\/\Day two/\/\
It has been two days since I was stranded in this world - at least, I think I was stranded. Last night, I remembered my real name, but forgot it when I slept. There was mysterious sand beneath me when I woke up, and, to tell the truth, I felt strange.
I think I'm getting sick to tell the truth. I had chills a few minutes ago and I feel kind of hot.
It has been about ten hours since I woke up, during which I surveyed the island again, noticed how the sand dissolved when in contact with water ( and water dissolved too ) and peeled some birch bakr... god, I need to get something to erase with...
Anyways, I peeled some birch bark off and used some of that black stuff to right on it with.
Random topic floating through my head : The sand has taken over about two thirds of the island. It continues to itch me when I touch it.
Feeling: Nauseated
Thinking about: How to get off this island
About to: Go to sleep. In a tree.
Fretting about: The sand choking me / growing inside of me while I'm asleep.
Overall mood:
It's Jake again - this time it actually is AGAIN.
Day Four. I got rid of that ridiculous design next to my days.
Anyways, I have begun farming. For now I must live off of these food stores I found in the Ruins.
The other day, I was experimenting with a rock - trying to cut a tree down - when I hit the tree with the rock so harud (I need something to get rid of these errors...) that part of the tree popped out! The rest of the tree - now disconnected from the ground - fell down with a crash. Luckily it went the other way from me.
I have harvested some of the wood, and I plan to cut the rest of the trees to make a raft.
Adios, island of hell.
Random topic floating through my head : The trees seem to fall slower than they should.
Feeling : Not sick. Thank god. (Although I still feel... strange...)
Thinking about : What is an 'earth'?
About to: String together wood to form a raft.
Fretting about: The sand has taken over the entire island, and is slowly dissolving all the water as it tries to expand further. Also, the spring has dried up.
Overall mood: (I'm too lazy to draw a picture. It's not like someone is going to be reading this.)
I feel scared. Of the sand... Yesterday it killed the pig - he was sucked down into a hidden sinkhole. I must be more careful of the sand.
WALKING STICK TIME!
Jake sighed as he put the long... scroll of birch 'bark' down. The sun was slowly setting in the... in the...
The sun was slowly setting, and cast a reddish - golden hue over everything. It made the bobbing humanoid figure look quite scary.
'Woah... what?' Jake called. The figure was swimming around in the shallow water. It hadn't been there when Jake had last looked. As Jake called, it slowly looked up. Something was wrong with it's face.
'Um... where are... we...?' The figure just stared, and slowly began swimming towards the island. It had an evil look on it's face.
'You are kind of frightening me... Um...?' Jake stuttered.
The thing crawled up onto the beach and - and it started to... smoke? Literally, it's body started smoking.
Suddenly, it burst into flames, and with a blood curdling moan, fell to the charred dirt.
Dirt? I thought the entire island was covered in... wait... it WAS!
Jake thought to himself silently for the next few moments.
'Eureka!' He cried.
'Heat must... 'kill' the sand!'
The second though Jake had was oh god, that was such a 'cheesy' thing to say
'What the... what does cheesy mean?'
A few hours later, Jake had started up a fire and was busy burning some of the sand away - He'd been struck by an idea for fire making, why not rub a stick until it was hot enough and... well, that's basically it.
Now it was nighttime - probably time for whatever those things were to come out.
So Jake slowly stalked over to the ruins - didn't want to alert any of those things if they were out - and promptly fell through into another room.
But the amazing thing - no, the walls were painted in gold, it had iron columns supporting the (cracked) diamond roof, and the floor was glass.
Jake was staring at the glass for some reason.
Oh, there was another thing, below the glass there was a huge pool of viscous magma swirling about. The heat was enough to get Jake sweating - and he'd just gotten inside!
'Well, at least the sand won't be able to come down here... I think.' He muttered to himself.
His feet were starting to get sore from the heat forced on them, and suddenly, they were burning.
'Ow Ow OW OWWWW' Jake yelled, as he hopped away.
There was a small, stone corridor he hadn't noticed before, overgrown with (now dry) vines. He heard the moaning of... something... outside and decided to harbor inside the corridor.
'Good night, stone.'
'Oh god, isn't that the first sign of insanity or something? Why does thinking that give me a headache?'
'GRAAAAHHHH'
'Essshheeek!'
'BOOM!'
'TWANG! TWANG! SHEEEEEEK!'
Jake was already up when the sun rose. He knew it rose because he could see the sunlight glinting off of the iron pillars. He had been up for most of the night, listening to the sounds outside - terrifying sounds, sounds of the unnatural. He considered himself lucky to have stayed inside. Only, now that he got to thinking, how was he going to get out?
Quickly, Jake ran across the lava-glass and looked for some way to get out of the hole.
Remembering how the trees seemed to 'pop out' when he hit the enough (and it didn't even hurt!) he ran up to the golden side walls and started punching - he was hitting a cracked portion, to make it easier on himself.
Eventually, he broke the gold and was left staring at a hole. 'Where did the... you know what? Never mind.'
This went on for a few hours, until he'd created a staircase and was out in the afternoon sun.
He'd expected some dead bodies to be lying around, but there was nothing. There wasn't even charred dirt to show where they'd burnt up (if they DID burn up).
The only thing he saw that surprised him (other than the lack of aforementioned bodies) was the tall green thing running towards him.
Mainly, it surprised him because 1) it was green and 2) it had no arms, and it's legs where stubby, ending in small black claws - or hooves?
Blackness.
Pure, total, enveloping, (fluffy) blackness.
Don't think it was dark - it wasn't.
It was just... pure black.
Then the blackness erupted into a thousand screaming signals, most of pain.
'Ugh... what a strange d-' Jake rubbed his head - and then broke off.
A large crater now took up a sizable portion of the island. All Jake remembered was thinking 'I want some milk.' and then there was the blackness.
Not a happy thing to remember, especially since he didn't know where he was or anything.
For the first time since arriving in the strange world, Jake felt a new emotion rushing through him.
It was a sad emotion, not an exhilarating one.
It was the emotion of loneliness.
And as Jake noticed this, he also noticed some sort of wet liquid dripping down his cheeks - seeming to be produced by his eyes. Apparently it was called 'crying'.
Jake was falling into depression fairly fast, and nothing but another person - maybe even just a companionable animal - would bring him out.
Another thing was that this had all come crashing down on him in a moment - he'd never given it much thought before whatever it was happened.
He wanted off of the island.
Luckily, there was a marooned boat about 15 meters to his right.
((Oh god. A PUNY update. But I've got to go to bed...
Not really my BEST writing, but hey, you can't win it all!))
(Sorry about the reposting and no new chapter/section of chapter, but it turned into random code so I'm posting this part and rewriting the other part.)
Working on new Update!!!!
Cheer me on (Whoever is a fan so far)
PS: I'm making this into a sad story. A very sad, amazing, possibly funny story.
Not always a good combination.
Actually... I think it's almost always a bad combination...
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This story can be set in both a Minecraft world and the Real world, although the animal behaviors and looks are quite realistic. So... I hope this gets some views at least. (This will be done in short [Sometimes long] chapters that go until a certain important event or when the chapter needs a break) This has elements of both Minecraft and the real world!!!
PS: Feedback / thoughts are appreciated, this will keep it on the Front Page, as just viewing will NOT!
Chapter One: Awakening Boom. That's it, just 'Boom'. That's all the young fifteen year old on the beach could remember, that one sound. He was wearing a scrappy blue shirt and some sort of rough cloth-like pants. A small scraggly beard was sprouting from his chin and he wore a scowl as if he had just tasted something unpleasant, which wasn't surprising. As for his skin, he was naturally tanned, a sun kissed tan, not an ugly bleached tan. His eyes were green and seemed to shimmer in the dark, and they managed to perfectly complement his strawberry red hair. Which he wore in a sort of disarranged Mohawk. His smoothed nose can be likened to... well, a smooth nose. And his perfect smile made you feel as though you had just won a million dollars, but could also make you feel like he was a cat and you were a mouse. Rarely.
The sun was slowly rising over the deep blue sea, and it's reflection startled the teenager out of his amazement. He had been trying to remember back to before the boom, and it was giving him a headache. That and something smelled like rotting fish... Finally paying attention to the world, he got up, ignoring the creaks of protest from his bones. From this new angle, someone would say that he looked skinnier than he was - which was actually fairly skinny, while others would say he didn't look skinny, but moody. Whatever he looked like, he didn't care. He had too much going on in his mind. 'Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Heck, while I'm at it, Why does the sun look so weird? And why is this sand so hard?!' Actually, why was the sand so hard? He glanced down at the not-so-sandy-sand. It was gravel. 'Ugh!' He had been lying in a dead fish. Now he knew where that smell had been coming from. He straitens himself up and reveals a large patch of dried up blood above his rib cage, as if you had taken about a cup of red dye and thrown it on him. 'Ugh!' He repeated, grimacing. Yet it didn't hurt, and he curiously pried the shirt from his chest - it was hard to get off because of all the dried blood. What he saw there was not surprising, considering it didn't hurt him. He saw tanned, flowing skin pulled over his ribs. He touched the place above his heart and felt the steady beating of it, like a drum. 'Good, I'm not dead. Yet.' He said to himself. As soon as he had finished saying that, his stomach growled rudely. 'Ugh!' He repeated, yet again. It must have been his favorite word.
A few hours later, Jake - what he decided to call himself - had surveyed the land around the gravel beach. He was in the middle of a gigantic lake - a small island in the sea, for all he knew. The only reason Jake believed it to be a lake was because he had seen some land to the East and the West, meaning that he must be encircled by it. The island had about fifteen trees growing in a small grove, underneath a tall hill that had been directly behind him when he had woken up. There was this blackish stuff that stuck out of one of the rockier portions of the hill, and he had made a mental note to check and see what he could do with it later. A spring on the other side of the hill fed a trickling stream that wound and meandered it's way to the lake. Jake had drunken from the spring and found it lukewarm and slightly smelly, like rotten eggs almost. Despite that, it was pleasant water... at least closer to the lake. At the ery top of the hill there was, amazingly, the ruins of an ancient hut. It had a small stone fireplace surrounded by sandstone and a small doorway. A portion of the shelter had worn away, and it was buried almost to the top of its roof. Jake had been walking around when he fell through the overgrown roof and found himself inside the sandstone hut. He assumed it went farther along, but the rest of the hut hand collapsed - he'd done some digging for supplies and had found part of a chest stuck into the dirt, angling away from the doorway. He was currently by where he had fallen into the hut, and was getting ready for bed. His stomach was starting to hurt from the physical abuse throughout the day, and he made a promise to himself that he would find food tomorrow. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was 'Oh wait a second, my name is...'
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. 'Ugh...' He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his bones were bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe!
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um...' Was all Jake could say. The funny thing was that he hadn't felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? That's a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility... Did it... grow in my throat...? No! What a STUPID idea! Hahahaha... nervous laughter...
His Mohawk was messed up and now it looked like he had a red wig on. Except the wig was a fox or a small kitten, and constantly tried to stir up trouble.
It was only now that Jake noticed he was up to his ankles in the sand, and for some reason, it was itching him. He quickly stepped out of the... perfect circle and brushed any loose bits of sand off. As he bent down to brush at the particles, he noticed that he was standing in the sand, again.
'What the...?'
He wasn't in the middle, and he hadn't moved...
The only solution to the problem...
'I can TELEPORT!' Jake yells, causing the pig that had been watching all of this to flee, tripping over a small, mysteriously placed root.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to teleport again. 'Nghhh...' He huffed.
Nothing.
Opening his closed eyes, he notices something slightly disturbing...
The sand had gotten bigger - it now covered the entire ruin's roof (Or so Jake guessed) and he could see it creeping even farther.
'Wait, so that means I can't teleport?'
(Sorry for the TINY update)
Although that may just be me, If this is fixed I can't wait to read it!
This new update was there just for you. I wrote it in ~ 10 minutes... and I fear it may not be my best most artistic work.
It'll have to do, as it is 2:00 here.
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Thanks, one thing Minty.
You have talent too, but need a little refining - I'm looking forward to reading the rest of that story tomorrow.
By refining I mean that you jump around a lot and don't see to put a lot of effort into finding the best possible sentences.
(I know I don't, but I DO re-write and proofread a ton. Take this sentence and the sentence above for example, I've re-written them about seven times now.)
Any ideas for the name?
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Thanks, one thing Minty.
You have talent too, but need a little refining - I'm looking forward to reading the rest of that story tomorrow.
By refining I mean that you jump around a lot and don't see to put a lot of effort into finding the best possible sentences.
(I know I don't, but I DO re-write and proofread a ton. Take this sentence and the sentence above for example, I've re-written them about seven times now.)
Any ideas for the name?
If you ever get code like that do the following steps:
1. Open Notepad
2. Copy+Paste code into notepad
3. file>Save as
4. Save as type: All Files
5. Save it as "anything.html" to your desktop
6. Open anything.html on your desktop
7. It won't be as pretty, but it will be readable.
Alternatively, refresh your browser, or use a different browser.
Also, Mage, I've read a few of your stories that you released about 5 months ago. They were pretty great, and the first paragraph of this one was as well. I'm busy writing my own story now, as well as getting distracted. Keep up the good work.
Oh, and um, put a little more effort into the editing side. I like how your text size randomly changes.
XD I don't know why that happens, but it does. Weird, isn't it? But the other weird thing is that whenever I use text editing/what ever (Like resizing, bolding, slash-through or underlining/whatever) is that it will freak out whenever I press BACKSPACE and send it to the beginning of the paragraph / last place I pressed enter. It's really REALLY annoying.
Wait... you read my other stories?
XD Some of those (Moutowto comes to mind) got a ton of views (Actually, that was my first story). But then I stopped making them... and things went down hill. Now that I'm making a new story, I don't care if people like it or not - I'm going to finish! (Or try to!)Oh, I remember, you are the guy that wrote about Bob! I'd forgotten!
XD I've given it two (Yes two) more small (Yes, small) paragraphs.
I wrote them in ten minutes so don't hate me if it isn't my best work. I think I should've been more descriptive on the room, I forgot to add hieroglyphs.
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Sorry, I won't be here for either a day to a few weeks.
Certain... problems have arisen.
D;
I'll keep on working on the story.
Mage Out.
(So cheesy / whatever it is you call that... XD)
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Boom.
That's it, just 'Boom'.
That's all the young fifteen year old on the beach could remember, that one sound.
He was wearing a scrappy blue shirt and some sort of rough cloth-like pants. A small scraggly beard was sprouting from his chin and he wore a scowl as if he had just tasted something unpleasant, which wasn't surprising.
As for his skin, he was naturally tanned, a sun kissed tan, not an ugly bleached tan. His eyes were green and seemed to shimmer in the dark, and they managed to perfectly complement his strawberry red hair.
Which he wore in a sort of disarranged Mohawk. His smoothed nose can be likened to... well, a smooth nose. And his perfect smile made you feel as though you had just won a million dollars, but could also make you feel like he was a cat and you were a mouse. Rarely.
The sun was slowly rising over the deep blue sea, and it's reflection startled the teenager out of his amazement. He had been trying to remember back to before the boom, and it was giving him a headache. That and something smelled like rotting fish...
Finally paying attention to the world, he got up, ignoring the creaks of protest from his bones.
From this new angle, someone would say that he looked skinnier than he was - which was actually fairly skinny, while others would say he didn't look skinny, but moody.
Whatever he looked like, he didn't care. He had too much going on in his mind.
'Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Heck, while I'm at it, Why does the sun look so weird? And why is this sand so hard?!'
Actually, why was the sand so hard?
He glanced down at the not-so-sandy-sand. It was gravel.
'Ugh!' He had been lying in a dead fish.
Now he knew where that smell had been coming from. He straitens himself up and reveals a large patch of dried up blood above his rib cage, as if you had taken about a cup of red dye and thrown it on him.
'Ugh!' He repeated, grimacing. Yet it didn't hurt, and he curiously pried the shirt from his chest - it was hard to get off because of all the dried blood.
What he saw there was not surprising, considering it didn't hurt him. He saw tanned, flowing skin pulled over his ribs.
He touched the place above his heart and felt the steady beating of it, like a drum. 'Good, I'm not dead. Yet.' He said to himself.
As soon as he had finished saying that, his stomach growled rudely.
'Ugh!' He repeated, yet again. It must have been his favorite word.
A few hours later, Jake - what he decided to call himself - had surveyed the land around the gravel beach.
He was in the middle of a gigantic lake - a small island in the sea, for all he knew. The only reason Jake believed it to be a lake was because he had seen some land to the East and the West, meaning that he must be encircled by it. The island had about fifteen trees growing in a small grove, underneath a tall hill that had been directly behind him when he had woken up. There was this blackish stuff that stuck out of one of the rockier portions of the hill, and he had made a mental note to check and see what he could do with it later. A spring on the other side of the hill fed a trickling stream that wound and meandered it's way to the lake. Jake had drunken from the spring and found it lukewarm and slightly smelly, like rotten eggs almost. Despite that, it was pleasant water... at least closer to the lake. At the ery top of the hill there was, amazingly, the ruins of an ancient hut. It had a small stone fireplace surrounded by sandstone and a small doorway. A portion of the shelter had worn away, and it was buried almost to the top of its roof. Jake had been walking around when he fell through the overgrown roof and found himself inside the sandstone hut. He assumed it went farther along, but the rest of the hut hand collapsed - he'd done some digging for supplies and had found part of a chest stuck into the dirt, angling away from the doorway.
He was currently by where he had fallen into the hut, and was getting ready for bed. His stomach was starting to hurt from the physical abuse throughout the day, and he made a promise to himself that he would find food tomorrow.
His last thought before drifting off to sleep was 'Oh wait a second, my name is...'
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. 'Ugh...' He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his bones were bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed out, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe!
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um...' Was all Jake could say. The funny thing was that he hadn't felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? That's a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility...
Did it... grow in my throat...? No!
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his rib cage was bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe! He hacked for a good ten seconds, feeling himself get weaker and weaker until...
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um... ' Was all Jake could say - after he'd wiped the dribble off. The funny thing was that he hadnt felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? Thats a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility...
Did it... grow in my throat...? No! What a STUPID idea! Hahahaha... nervous laughter...
His Mohawk was messed up and now it looked like he had a red wig on. Except the wig was a fox or a small kitten, and constantly tried to stir up trouble.
It was only now that Jake noticed he was up to his ankles in the sand, and for some reason, it was itching him. He quickly stepped out of the... perfect circle and brushed any loose bits of sand off. As he bent down to brush at the particles, he noticed that he was standing in the sand, again.
'What the...?'
He wasnt in the middle, and he hadn't moved...
The only solution to the problem...
I can TELEPORT! Jake yells, causing the pig that had been watching all of this to flee, tripping over a small, mysteriously placed root.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to teleport again. 'Nghhh...!' He huffed.
Opening his closed eyes, he notices something slightly disturbing...
The sand had gotten bigger - it now covered the entire ruin's roof (Or so Jake guessed) and he could see it creeping even farther.
'Wait, so does that mean I can't teleport?'
Blackness.
Pure, total, enveloping, (fluffy) blackness.
Don't think it was dark - it wasn't.
It was just... pure black.
Then the blackness erupted into a thousand screaming signals, most of pain.
'Ugh... what a strange d-' Jake rubbed his head - and then broke off.
A large crater now took up a sizable portion of the island. All Jake remembered was thinking 'I want some milk.' and then there was the blackness.
Not a happy thing to remember, especially since he didn't know where he was or anything.
For the first time since arriving in the strange world, Jake felt a new emotion rushing through him.
It was a sad emotion, not an exhilarating one.
It was the emotion of loneliness.
And as Jake noticed this, he also noticed some sort of wet liquid dripping down his cheeks - seeming to be produced by his eyes. Apparently it was called 'crying'.
Jake was falling into depression fairly fast, and nothing but another person - maybe even just a companionable animal - would bring him out.
Another thing was that this had all come crashing down on him in a moment - he'd never given it much thought before whatever it was happened.
He wanted off of the island.
Luckily, there was a marooned boat about 15 meters to his right.
((Oh god. A PUNY update. But I've got to go to bed...
Not really my BEST writing, but hey, you can't win it all!))
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What? What does 'Jason' have to do with this? Speaking of which, who is Jason?
Never mind. Watch a cool speed pain instead!
OH! You are suggesting a name! Sorry I didn't catch that...
His name is Jake, though. XD
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Cheer me on (Whoever is a fan so far)
PS: I'm making this into a sad story. A very sad, amazing, possibly funny story.
Not always a good combination.
Actually... I think it's almost always a bad combination...
FEEDBACK! NAMES!
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First things first: DISCLAIMER:
This story can be set in both a Minecraft world and the Real world, although the animal behaviors and looks are quite realistic.
So...
I hope this gets some views at least.
(This will be done in short [Sometimes long] chapters that go until a certain important event or when the chapter needs a break)
This has elements of both Minecraft and the real world!!!
PS: Feedback / thoughts are appreciated, this will keep it on the Front Page, as just viewing will NOT!
Chapter One: Awakening
Boom.
That's it, just 'Boom'.
That's all the young fifteen year old on the beach could remember, that one sound.
He was wearing a scrappy blue shirt and some sort of rough cloth-like pants. A small scraggly beard was sprouting from his chin and he wore a scowl as if he had just tasted something unpleasant, which wasn't surprising.
As for his skin, he was naturally tanned, a sun kissed tan, not an ugly bleached tan. His eyes were green and seemed to shimmer in the dark, and they managed to perfectly complement his strawberry red hair.
Which he wore in a sort of disarranged Mohawk. His smoothed nose can be likened to... well, a smooth nose. And his perfect smile made you feel as though you had just won a million dollars, but could also make you feel like he was a cat and you were a mouse. Rarely.
The sun was slowly rising over the deep blue sea, and it's reflection startled the teenager out of his amazement. He had been trying to remember back to before the boom, and it was giving him a headache. That and something smelled like rotting fish...
Finally paying attention to the world, he got up, ignoring the creaks of protest from his bones.
From this new angle, someone would say that he looked skinnier than he was - which was actually fairly skinny, while others would say he didn't look skinny, but moody.
Whatever he looked like, he didn't care. He had too much going on in his mind.
'Who am I? What is this place? Why am I here? Heck, while I'm at it, Why does the sun look so weird? And why is this sand so hard?!'
Actually, why was the sand so hard?
He glanced down at the not-so-sandy-sand. It was gravel.
'Ugh!' He had been lying in a dead fish.
Now he knew where that smell had been coming from. He straitens himself up and reveals a large patch of dried up blood above his rib cage, as if you had taken about a cup of red dye and thrown it on him.
'Ugh!' He repeated, grimacing. Yet it didn't hurt, and he curiously pried the shirt from his chest - it was hard to get off because of all the dried blood.
What he saw there was not surprising, considering it didn't hurt him. He saw tanned, flowing skin pulled over his ribs.
He touched the place above his heart and felt the steady beating of it, like a drum. 'Good, I'm not dead. Yet.' He said to himself.
As soon as he had finished saying that, his stomach growled rudely.
'Ugh!' He repeated, yet again. It must have been his favorite word.
A few hours later, Jake - what he decided to call himself - had surveyed the land around the gravel beach.
He was in the middle of a gigantic lake - a small island in the sea, for all he knew. The only reason Jake believed it to be a lake was because he had seen some land to the East and the West, meaning that he must be encircled by it. The island had about fifteen trees growing in a small grove, underneath a tall hill that had been directly behind him when he had woken up. There was this blackish stuff that stuck out of one of the rockier portions of the hill, and he had made a mental note to check and see what he could do with it later. A spring on the other side of the hill fed a trickling stream that wound and meandered it's way to the lake. Jake had drunken from the spring and found it lukewarm and slightly smelly, like rotten eggs almost. Despite that, it was pleasant water... at least closer to the lake. At the ery top of the hill there was, amazingly, the ruins of an ancient hut. It had a small stone fireplace surrounded by sandstone and a small doorway. A portion of the shelter had worn away, and it was buried almost to the top of its roof. Jake had been walking around when he fell through the overgrown roof and found himself inside the sandstone hut. He assumed it went farther along, but the rest of the hut hand collapsed - he'd done some digging for supplies and had found part of a chest stuck into the dirt, angling away from the doorway.
He was currently by where he had fallen into the hut, and was getting ready for bed. His stomach was starting to hurt from the physical abuse throughout the day, and he made a promise to himself that he would find food tomorrow.
His last thought before drifting off to sleep was 'Oh wait a second, my name is...'
'AGH!' Echoed around the island, frightening a flock of geese into flight.
Jake had woken up to find himself in the middle of some sort of sand like material. The only thing was that it hadn't been there last night - at least not when Jake had checked. But what had really woken him up was the pig that was currently sitting on his (now muddy) blue shirt.
'Get... OFF! You big pork!' He heaved out as he shoved the heavy creature off of him. 'Ugh...' He took a deep breath, wincing at the ache where his bones were bruised. From the pig.
Suddenly, he coughed, something was in his throat and wouldn't let him breathe!
A large wad of the sand like material finally flew out of his mouth, some dribbling down the side of his chin.
'Um...' Was all Jake could say. The funny thing was that he hadn't felt anything in his throat when he had woken up. Was it possible that he inhaled all of that from the air? That's a lot to take in without seeing or feeling anything.
His mind stumbled on an unpleasant possibility...
Did it... grow in my throat...? No! What a STUPID idea! Hahahaha... nervous laughter...
His Mohawk was messed up and now it looked like he had a red wig on. Except the wig was a fox or a small kitten, and constantly tried to stir up trouble.
It was only now that Jake noticed he was up to his ankles in the sand, and for some reason, it was itching him. He quickly stepped out of the... perfect circle and brushed any loose bits of sand off. As he bent down to brush at the particles, he noticed that he was standing in the sand, again.
'What the...?'
He wasn't in the middle, and he hadn't moved...
The only solution to the problem...
'I can TELEPORT!' Jake yells, causing the pig that had been watching all of this to flee, tripping over a small, mysteriously placed root.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to teleport again. 'Nghhh...' He huffed.
Nothing.
Opening his closed eyes, he notices something slightly disturbing...
The sand had gotten bigger - it now covered the entire ruin's roof (Or so Jake guessed) and he could see it creeping even farther.
'Wait, so that means I can't teleport?'
(Sorry for the TINY update)
I'll PM you when it's sorted out.
EDIT: Oh no.
I'll have to re-write the EVIL sand part. Spoilers.
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It'll have to do, as it is 2:00 here.
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Great story, you wrote it very well. Can't wait for the newer additions!
Plus one'd.
On my favourites bar.
And followed.
Well done, keep it up
You have talent too, but need a little refining - I'm looking forward to reading the rest of that story tomorrow.
By refining I mean that you jump around a lot and don't see to put a lot of effort into finding the best possible sentences.
(I know I don't, but I DO re-write and proofread a ton. Take this sentence and the sentence above for example, I've re-written them about seven times now.)
Any ideas for the name?
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Haha I agree
'Sand Plague'
XD
Let me PM you the story idea.
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If you ever get code like that do the following steps:
1. Open Notepad
2. Copy+Paste code into notepad
3. file>Save as
4. Save as type: All Files
5. Save it as "anything.html" to your desktop
6. Open anything.html on your desktop
7. It won't be as pretty, but it will be readable.
Alternatively, refresh your browser, or use a different browser.
Also, Mage, I've read a few of your stories that you released about 5 months ago. They were pretty great, and the first paragraph of this one was as well. I'm busy writing my own story now, as well as getting distracted. Keep up the good work.
Oh, and um, put a little more effort into the editing side. I like how your text size randomly changes.
But the other weird thing is that whenever I use text editing/what ever (Like resizing, bolding, slash-through or underlining/whatever) is that it will freak out whenever I press BACKSPACE and send it to the beginning of the paragraph / last place I pressed enter. It's really REALLY annoying.
Wait... you read my other stories?
XD Some of those (Moutowto comes to mind) got a ton of views (Actually, that was my first story). But then I stopped making them... and things went down hill. Now that I'm making a new story, I don't care if people like it or not - I'm going to finish! (Or try to!) Oh, I remember, you are the guy that wrote about Bob! I'd forgotten!
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I wrote them in ten minutes so don't hate me if it isn't my best work. I think I should've been more descriptive on the room, I forgot to add hieroglyphs.
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Certain... problems have arisen.
D;
I'll keep on working on the story.
Mage Out.
(So cheesy / whatever it is you call that... XD)
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