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Here is a story that is sort of a deleted scene from an other much bigger story I'm working on. Keep in mind that the guy known as "him" doesn't exist.
The Dream by Tabby2001:
I was mining deep with in the cave, I was so close to finding them. When I saw the back of a skeleton disappear behind the wall. I didn't know why the mobs were avoiding me, but I wasn't complaining. I was so close, when I saw them, two beautiful diamond ore gleaming brightly against the dull stone behind it. I had four diamonds when the task was complete, the fear something might happen was setting in rapidly, when the worst thing happened. An eerie sound eccoed though out the cave.
"Not again, not now."
I said to myself. It had happened before, but now I was so close, I just had to make it. I navigated the twisting system, avoided the lava, and finally climbed out of the cave. I looked around the roofed forest the cave lied under and there wasn't a mob to be seen. This wasn't normal, there had always been at least three mobs waiting for me as my late night mining expositions drew to an end. I backed up out of nervousness, then next thing I knew I was on the grownd as he held me down I struggled in vain to get free. He had a tall wiry figure brown hair and plaid skin, and wore a turquoise shirt and blue jeans but the feature that stood out much more than the rest is his white glowing eyes. He smiled at me as if mildly amused and in a voice as equally amused said:
"Why do you struggle so, you know you can never escape me, for I am your past, your present, and your future."
Just then I got my arm free, I struck him in the head with my iron pickaxe. As I fled for my house I herd him yell:
"No mater where you go, no mater what you do, you will NEVER be free!"
I awoke with a start. I had, had this dream many times before, and once again I wondered if it were a warning, an image of what was to become of me, then the more I thought about it the sillier the idea became. Here I was, Bryant the talentless seven year old, a smart kid, but not much else. Even if I was lucky enuf to become a mediocre warrior, I thankfully would never become the monster of my dreams, would I?
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"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind." -Dr.Seuss
"There's no use crying over every mistake, you just keep trying till you run out of cake." -GLaDOS (Portal)
I suppose.
P.S. That's a good thing.
Does anyone here know?
I wake up, I open my eyes
I get such a strange surprise
The sun above looks blocky and square
And so does my short brown hair
I punch an oak tree I gather the wood
I would make a sword, I would if I could
All I need is a stick I say with glee
I smile and open my inventory
I craft a stick and I make a sword
When will it turn night? Im getting bored
Then the sun sets with a final red glow
But, to my confusion, it starts to snow
I try to look but I cant see a thing
Then my blocky ears start to ring
With the sound of a loud intimidating hiss
And I open my eyes wide, for I know this
A creeper's explosion is deadly to me
Oh Notch, I wish I could once again see
I swing my sword blindly, and of course I miss
The creeper blows me up after it's final hiss
I re-spawn in a desert, a little bit smarter
But this sandbox game just got a bit harder.
I know it might be poorly written but It's my first minecraft poem. Let me know how much u like it. Thx!
The Dream by Tabby2001:
I was mining deep with in the cave, I was so close to finding them. When I saw the back of a skeleton disappear behind the wall. I didn't know why the mobs were avoiding me, but I wasn't complaining. I was so close, when I saw them, two beautiful diamond ore gleaming brightly against the dull stone behind it. I had four diamonds when the task was complete, the fear something might happen was setting in rapidly, when the worst thing happened. An eerie sound eccoed though out the cave.
"Not again, not now."
I said to myself. It had happened before, but now I was so close, I just had to make it. I navigated the twisting system, avoided the lava, and finally climbed out of the cave. I looked around the roofed forest the cave lied under and there wasn't a mob to be seen. This wasn't normal, there had always been at least three mobs waiting for me as my late night mining expositions drew to an end. I backed up out of nervousness, then next thing I knew I was on the grownd as he held me down I struggled in vain to get free. He had a tall wiry figure brown hair and plaid skin, and wore a turquoise shirt and blue jeans but the feature that stood out much more than the rest is his white glowing eyes. He smiled at me as if mildly amused and in a voice as equally amused said:
"Why do you struggle so, you know you can never escape me, for I am your past, your present, and your future."
Just then I got my arm free, I struck him in the head with my iron pickaxe. As I fled for my house I herd him yell:
"No mater where you go, no mater what you do, you will NEVER be free!"
I awoke with a start. I had, had this dream many times before, and once again I wondered if it were a warning, an image of what was to become of me, then the more I thought about it the sillier the idea became. Here I was, Bryant the talentless seven year old, a smart kid, but not much else. Even if I was lucky enuf to become a mediocre warrior, I thankfully would never become the monster of my dreams, would I?
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those matter don't mind."
-Dr.Seuss
-GLaDOS (Portal)