Back to back, we burst out from the doors, swinging our bows from side to side, checking for danger. It can be extremely quiet when it wants.
“All clear.” Her voice is calm and smooth, breaking through the winter drafts.
“Yeah. Same here.” We lower our bows but leave them armed. Night is much too dangerous to put away our weapons. Leaves rustle behind us for a moment. But there are no trees at our back.
We spin around and catch the creeper and it freezes for a moment in mid-step before continuing its path. It probably jumped down from the roof. It walks toward us, silent as the night. Deadly.
Less deadly perhaps when two arrows sprout from its chest and neck. We are synched, as always. The creeper falls to the ground, causing the sound of leaves being shifted in the wind. It disintegrates, leaving the two arrows in the ground. She strides over and carefully pulls them out. They are food, safety, supplies, and life itself. Holding them out, she signals me to get one. Our fingers brush as I pluck the arrow from her hand and warmth seeps from her to me. Her fingers, slender, soft, yet containing the strength and dexterity to wield either a bow.
We pass through the night like wraiths, hunting the monsters that were once the hunters. The positions have switched completely. Spiders die mid-lunge. Skeletons fall before they can get an arrow out of their quivers. Zombies die instantly when our arrows pierce their brains. But none of those compare to creepers. Creepers, who were always impossible to detect without sight, are killed before they know of our presence. We have surpassed them. Our leather pouches quickly fill with their explosive powder. They are what we came out to hunt. The sun begins to rise and we head back home.
Our house is made from stone, painstakingly put together block by block, eating coal at ravenous rates in the process. It was worth it though. It welcomes us back in as we enter the doors. Time to start part two of the plan. TNT.
The plan is to get rid of a certain cavern that we stumbled upon long ago. I can remember the event as if it were yesterday…
I smash the pick into the rock and repeat the process. A tunnel starts to form. We really do need more ores. Maybe I’ll find some gold and surprise Teresa. I start to daydream about her reaction when I hear some running. I turn around to see her enter the tunnel, her hair whipping from side to side behind her. She has a frightened expression and her eyes are full of concern.
“Mark! Quickly! You have to see this!” She whispers with urgency. I take the cue and whisper back.
“What? What happened? What did you see?”
“Just follow me!” Her voice cracks a bit and I start to worry. What could unhinge Teresa like this? She takes off and I follow. When I see it, the same fear spreads to my face.
Teresa was carving stairs downward so that we could get the rarer ores such as diamond and redstone. I see them open up into a giant cavern and I trust Teresa’s judgment so I check it out. The stairs drop onto a ledge. The ledge leads to the floor. Monsters are everywhere, their growls and hissing echoing around.I feel light-headed and step back to avoid hysteria. Teresa signals me to look at the ceiling. Carefully, as to not snap my head off, I look up. At the gravel ceiling. She pulls me back after I see the ceiling and whispers into my ear to prevent extra noise.
“We have to bring down the ceiling. Normally, I would suggest arrows but…this is of huge proportions. You know how gravel doesn’t always work.” I nod. Sometimes all the gravel doesn’t fall. She whispers into my ear again, her breath warming the side of my face.
“Arrows are too small. We need something that shakes the entire cavern. An explosive. TNT.” And so, the plan was born. Several months have passed since we sealed off the cavern. Today, we open it up.
The TNT is made by both of us at two separate workbenches. We use up all of the powder that we collected. Most of our stockpiled sand gets used too. We’ve prepared for this day since the beginning. Teresa takes apart some of the TNT for dynamite. She finishes and we put the explosives in several bags.We descend the stairs, step by step. The air is musty from the long period of disuse. The bottom is reached and we see the cobblestone we used. It’s crumbling and moss has somehow found its way into it. My diamond pick makes short work of it. I peek over the ledge. The monsters are still there, fed by some unknown force. I look around for an overhang and see one, however, the darkness and angle hide its exact position.
I build a small platform out of cobblestone to get a better look. The overhang is about five meters away. Around three meters forward, four up. Teresa hands me a rope ladder with hooks attached to one end, yet another thing that we prepared for this day. I use both my hands to throw it in an arc. The hooks slide for a split second before latching on. The ladder swings over to me and I grab it. Pull it to make sure it can support our weight. We climb up and commence the last part of our plan.
The next hours pass by in a flash. We dig paths into the walls around the whole cavern, placing TNT at key points near the ceiling. It takes a long time and turns into a chore, dig, dig, dig, place TNT, repeat. We meet back at the ladder. Teresa puts some dynamite together and rigs it to set off the other explosives when it explodes. We retreat as far up the stairs as we can while keeping the dynamite in sight. Teresa pulls out her bow and arms it. The final shot to end all of their lives. She lets the arrow fly. It pierces the outer skin and enters the powder. A spark is made. Then everything goes to hell.
Explosions fill my ears for what seems like minutes. Several times, just when I think that it’s done, more TNT explodes. Like the last kennels in popcorn. At last, the explosions end and my ears ring for a bit more. That fades away and then I hear a sound that chills me to the bone. The disturbance of ground.
I glance at Teresa and see that she hears it too. I descend a few steps before getting on my belly and straining to find the source of the sound. I see sand. This cavern was right under a beach. And on that beach were monsters. That are now helping the others out of the ground. I get up in a hurry and tug on Teresa’s arm.
“Let’s go!” There is no place for secrecy here. They know our location. They are going to come after us. She bounds up the stairs and I do too. Arrows, groans, and hissing follow us both.
We make it out of the mines and into our house. It’s night and we have only seconds to make a decision. Stay and protect the house with our lives or lose it forever. Winning isn’t an option. Glancing at each other, we make eye contact. The decision is made. We leave just before they arrive. Windows are broken by the force of the explosion. The roof collapses. Hopefully, that’ll delay them for a bit.
The wind cuts into our cheeks and ears but we press on, the monsters at our backs, drawing closer and closer. After minutes of this game of chasing, we run into a mountain face. A thought later and I’m digging into it with my pick. Teresa understands my plan and keeps the monsters at bay with her bow. I make a few steps up and then a tunnel to a small room. I call Teresa and she runs past me. I fill the steps and the tunnel with cobblestone. We hear explosions as creepers try to reach us. They don’t make it and every single monster makes a sound of anger. I make the room larger so that we have reasonable space to ourselves. The sounds outside slowly become quieter and then become silent.
We sit there in silence and minutes, perhaps even hours pass with us just staring at the walls and torches. Suddenly, Teresa takes a step over and collapses onto me, making a mix of sobbing and choking sounds into my chest, shedding tears for the first time since we met. She hugs me like a pillow. After the initial surprise, I embrace her back. We sit there for what seems to be hours. Me, brushing her hair with my hand over and over. Her, sobbing into my chest and hugging me tightly. We share the grief over our house. It was like another friend. Now it lies dead, in ruins.
Teresa manages to stop crying and looks up at me with red, puffy eyes. Our eyes meet and I see something new in hers. Longing. For human warmth. So I hug her again. Maybe my eyes had the same look because she curls up next to me. A thought occurs to me and a sad smile makes its way onto my face.
“You know…I thought you preferred cool temperatures over warm.” She looks up at me and her face wears a sad smile as well.
“And I thought that you didn’t love me.” She leans in and kisses me on the lips. It lasts only a second but gives me a tingling feeling. Like shivering…but being warm.
“I do love you.” I whisper it into her ear. She sighs happily and rests her head on my shoulder. Her blouse is wrinkled and I smooth it out.We were partners when we first met. Eventually, we began to trust each other with our lives and became friends. Now, we are lovers. Both a bit shy, yes, but are still lovers. Gently, I take her arms off of me. Teresa looks up suddenly with an expression of confusion and fear on her face. Fear of my rejection. Fear that this is just a dream. I reassure her by planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to see the sunrise together.” I bring out my tools and start making stairs upward, further into the mountain. I break through the top within a few minutes. No monsters are in sight. I call Teresa to climb the stairs so that she can see the top.
She appears and we exchange another kiss. It’s passionate and starts a warm stirring in my chest. Longing for another kiss appears. And so the kiss continues with us both embracing the other. I give her a goofy smile and lead her to the perfect spot. We hold hands as the sun rises, brightening up the world with its light, signaling a new day. Whatever comes our way, we will overcome it together. Closer than ever.
Awwwwwwwwww~ thats soooo sweet thank you :smile.gif: these stories always make me cry and feel warm on my face ;///; sommething is wrng with me 0///0 im so weird
Nah, you're not weird. These stories make me feel sorta warm too. Also, I think you might be the first person who writes Minecraft romance. I dunno. I didn't see any before yours. Which is exactly why this story came to be. XD
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I read it, it was awesome! I like the story line, and no I'm not all sappy.
Yeah, I wrote it in a day so I wouldn't side track from the original idea. You can enjoy these stories without being sappy. :biggrin.gif:
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I love it :biggrin.gif:
Thanks! Your story is moving along nicely too. :biggrin.gif:
Hm...Maybe I will. I'm kinda trying to avoid continuous stories for now since I'm so bad at getting to a single plot point (The Mine's Reality is a perfect example of that). But maybe I will. After all, they can overcome everything together. :biggrin.gif:
First I have to finish up a few stories that I started writing. Short stories sure keep my attention.
theese stories are better than most things in the world. Exept for picklez. Theese sotries make me go like OMG whats next. Rating 1000000/10 Soooooo epic! keep going man, dont stop working on this it's your calling. I read the hero on too A++++++
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yeah :smile.gif: but your so much better at writing then me o-o'' Your sentences sound so much more flowing than mine, mine sound so.. robotic? i dont know. i guess my new story sounds okay though lol
yeah :smile.gif: but your so much better at writing then me o-o'' Your sentences sound so much more flowing than mine, mine sound so.. robotic? i dont know. i guess my new story sounds okay though lol
Hey, you'll get the hang of it. I always loved writing stories and now I write about Minecraft. The sentences are flowing because I review it. Alot. I write it by hand and then type it in Word. This lets me add, remove, or change things. BTW, your other story is pretty good. Although I like Pepper' story the best. :biggrin.gif:
About this book that was a portal to an alternate demansion, with lots of twists.
Sounds interesting.
On a side note, looks like I made a successful love story. Phew. I know nothing about love in real life. >_> Course, I guess that why the story is like that. Because it came from my image of Shy Love. -AHEM. TITLE ORIGIN-
well basically matt's perspective is the same lol and i might get rid of matts perspective.
if your talking about josh, i understand :wink.gif: i just started on that one anyway
and lol i no nothin about love either, becaus ei ve never been in a relationship before. but i might still know something. :smile.gif: shy love is my favorite. it really cute!
Alright, I'm going to start writing a sequel for this. Right after I finish typing out this other story and post it. Don't expect too much from me though. This one was made with the crying image in mind. The whole story branched off from that. I'll figure something out. :biggrin.gif:
Im glad you are liking my writing, and Im glad there is a sequel coming out :biggrin.gif:
Im only 13 (But as I always say, way more mature than I should be at this point in life, look at some of my posts.) but I have a passion for writing :biggrin.gif:
Im going to keep continuing on my story, cos you liked it :biggrin.gif:
JESUS, what is wrong with me? I can't stop :biggrin.gif: :biggrin.gif: :D' ing. I think I have some mental defect. Oh well, I'll figure that out later :biggrin.gif:. Oh. My. God. I did it again.
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Retired Staff“All clear.” Her voice is calm and smooth, breaking through the winter drafts.
“Yeah. Same here.” We lower our bows but leave them armed. Night is much too dangerous to put away our weapons. Leaves rustle behind us for a moment. But there are no trees at our back.
We spin around and catch the creeper and it freezes for a moment in mid-step before continuing its path. It probably jumped down from the roof. It walks toward us, silent as the night. Deadly.
Less deadly perhaps when two arrows sprout from its chest and neck. We are synched, as always. The creeper falls to the ground, causing the sound of leaves being shifted in the wind. It disintegrates, leaving the two arrows in the ground. She strides over and carefully pulls them out. They are food, safety, supplies, and life itself. Holding them out, she signals me to get one. Our fingers brush as I pluck the arrow from her hand and warmth seeps from her to me. Her fingers, slender, soft, yet containing the strength and dexterity to wield either a bow.
We pass through the night like wraiths, hunting the monsters that were once the hunters. The positions have switched completely. Spiders die mid-lunge. Skeletons fall before they can get an arrow out of their quivers. Zombies die instantly when our arrows pierce their brains. But none of those compare to creepers. Creepers, who were always impossible to detect without sight, are killed before they know of our presence. We have surpassed them. Our leather pouches quickly fill with their explosive powder. They are what we came out to hunt. The sun begins to rise and we head back home.
Our house is made from stone, painstakingly put together block by block, eating coal at ravenous rates in the process. It was worth it though. It welcomes us back in as we enter the doors. Time to start part two of the plan. TNT.
The plan is to get rid of a certain cavern that we stumbled upon long ago. I can remember the event as if it were yesterday…
I smash the pick into the rock and repeat the process. A tunnel starts to form. We really do need more ores. Maybe I’ll find some gold and surprise Teresa. I start to daydream about her reaction when I hear some running. I turn around to see her enter the tunnel, her hair whipping from side to side behind her. She has a frightened expression and her eyes are full of concern.
“Mark! Quickly! You have to see this!” She whispers with urgency. I take the cue and whisper back.
“What? What happened? What did you see?”
“Just follow me!” Her voice cracks a bit and I start to worry. What could unhinge Teresa like this? She takes off and I follow. When I see it, the same fear spreads to my face.
Teresa was carving stairs downward so that we could get the rarer ores such as diamond and redstone. I see them open up into a giant cavern and I trust Teresa’s judgment so I check it out. The stairs drop onto a ledge. The ledge leads to the floor. Monsters are everywhere, their growls and hissing echoing around.I feel light-headed and step back to avoid hysteria. Teresa signals me to look at the ceiling. Carefully, as to not snap my head off, I look up. At the gravel ceiling. She pulls me back after I see the ceiling and whispers into my ear to prevent extra noise.
“We have to bring down the ceiling. Normally, I would suggest arrows but…this is of huge proportions. You know how gravel doesn’t always work.” I nod. Sometimes all the gravel doesn’t fall. She whispers into my ear again, her breath warming the side of my face.
“Arrows are too small. We need something that shakes the entire cavern. An explosive. TNT.” And so, the plan was born. Several months have passed since we sealed off the cavern. Today, we open it up.
The TNT is made by both of us at two separate workbenches. We use up all of the powder that we collected. Most of our stockpiled sand gets used too. We’ve prepared for this day since the beginning. Teresa takes apart some of the TNT for dynamite. She finishes and we put the explosives in several bags.We descend the stairs, step by step. The air is musty from the long period of disuse. The bottom is reached and we see the cobblestone we used. It’s crumbling and moss has somehow found its way into it. My diamond pick makes short work of it. I peek over the ledge. The monsters are still there, fed by some unknown force. I look around for an overhang and see one, however, the darkness and angle hide its exact position.
I build a small platform out of cobblestone to get a better look. The overhang is about five meters away. Around three meters forward, four up. Teresa hands me a rope ladder with hooks attached to one end, yet another thing that we prepared for this day. I use both my hands to throw it in an arc. The hooks slide for a split second before latching on. The ladder swings over to me and I grab it. Pull it to make sure it can support our weight. We climb up and commence the last part of our plan.
The next hours pass by in a flash. We dig paths into the walls around the whole cavern, placing TNT at key points near the ceiling. It takes a long time and turns into a chore, dig, dig, dig, place TNT, repeat. We meet back at the ladder. Teresa puts some dynamite together and rigs it to set off the other explosives when it explodes. We retreat as far up the stairs as we can while keeping the dynamite in sight. Teresa pulls out her bow and arms it. The final shot to end all of their lives. She lets the arrow fly. It pierces the outer skin and enters the powder. A spark is made. Then everything goes to hell.
Explosions fill my ears for what seems like minutes. Several times, just when I think that it’s done, more TNT explodes. Like the last kennels in popcorn. At last, the explosions end and my ears ring for a bit more. That fades away and then I hear a sound that chills me to the bone. The disturbance of ground.
I glance at Teresa and see that she hears it too. I descend a few steps before getting on my belly and straining to find the source of the sound. I see sand. This cavern was right under a beach. And on that beach were monsters. That are now helping the others out of the ground. I get up in a hurry and tug on Teresa’s arm.
“Let’s go!” There is no place for secrecy here. They know our location. They are going to come after us. She bounds up the stairs and I do too. Arrows, groans, and hissing follow us both.
We make it out of the mines and into our house. It’s night and we have only seconds to make a decision. Stay and protect the house with our lives or lose it forever. Winning isn’t an option. Glancing at each other, we make eye contact. The decision is made. We leave just before they arrive. Windows are broken by the force of the explosion. The roof collapses. Hopefully, that’ll delay them for a bit.
The wind cuts into our cheeks and ears but we press on, the monsters at our backs, drawing closer and closer. After minutes of this game of chasing, we run into a mountain face. A thought later and I’m digging into it with my pick. Teresa understands my plan and keeps the monsters at bay with her bow. I make a few steps up and then a tunnel to a small room. I call Teresa and she runs past me. I fill the steps and the tunnel with cobblestone. We hear explosions as creepers try to reach us. They don’t make it and every single monster makes a sound of anger. I make the room larger so that we have reasonable space to ourselves. The sounds outside slowly become quieter and then become silent.
We sit there in silence and minutes, perhaps even hours pass with us just staring at the walls and torches. Suddenly, Teresa takes a step over and collapses onto me, making a mix of sobbing and choking sounds into my chest, shedding tears for the first time since we met. She hugs me like a pillow. After the initial surprise, I embrace her back. We sit there for what seems to be hours. Me, brushing her hair with my hand over and over. Her, sobbing into my chest and hugging me tightly. We share the grief over our house. It was like another friend. Now it lies dead, in ruins.
Teresa manages to stop crying and looks up at me with red, puffy eyes. Our eyes meet and I see something new in hers. Longing. For human warmth. So I hug her again. Maybe my eyes had the same look because she curls up next to me. A thought occurs to me and a sad smile makes its way onto my face.
“You know…I thought you preferred cool temperatures over warm.” She looks up at me and her face wears a sad smile as well.
“And I thought that you didn’t love me.” She leans in and kisses me on the lips. It lasts only a second but gives me a tingling feeling. Like shivering…but being warm.
“I do love you.” I whisper it into her ear. She sighs happily and rests her head on my shoulder. Her blouse is wrinkled and I smooth it out.We were partners when we first met. Eventually, we began to trust each other with our lives and became friends. Now, we are lovers. Both a bit shy, yes, but are still lovers. Gently, I take her arms off of me. Teresa looks up suddenly with an expression of confusion and fear on her face. Fear of my rejection. Fear that this is just a dream. I reassure her by planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to see the sunrise together.” I bring out my tools and start making stairs upward, further into the mountain. I break through the top within a few minutes. No monsters are in sight. I call Teresa to climb the stairs so that she can see the top.
She appears and we exchange another kiss. It’s passionate and starts a warm stirring in my chest. Longing for another kiss appears. And so the kiss continues with us both embracing the other. I give her a goofy smile and lead her to the perfect spot. We hold hands as the sun rises, brightening up the world with its light, signaling a new day. Whatever comes our way, we will overcome it together. Closer than ever.
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Retired StaffNah, you're not weird. These stories make me feel sorta warm too. Also, I think you might be the first person who writes Minecraft romance. I dunno. I didn't see any before yours. Which is exactly why this story came to be. XD
Yeah, I wrote it in a day so I wouldn't side track from the original idea. You can enjoy these stories without being sappy. :biggrin.gif:
Thanks! Your story is moving along nicely too. :biggrin.gif:
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Retired StaffHm...Maybe I will. I'm kinda trying to avoid continuous stories for now since I'm so bad at getting to a single plot point (The Mine's Reality is a perfect example of that). But maybe I will. After all, they can overcome everything together. :biggrin.gif:
First I have to finish up a few stories that I started writing. Short stories sure keep my attention.
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Retired StaffHey, you'll get the hang of it. I always loved writing stories and now I write about Minecraft. The sentences are flowing because I review it. Alot. I write it by hand and then type it in Word. This lets me add, remove, or change things. BTW, your other story is pretty good. Although I like Pepper' story the best. :biggrin.gif:
Really? What was it about?
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Retired StaffSounds interesting.
On a side note, looks like I made a successful love story. Phew. I know nothing about love in real life. >_> Course, I guess that why the story is like that. Because it came from my image of Shy Love. -AHEM. TITLE ORIGIN-
if your talking about josh, i understand :wink.gif: i just started on that one anyway
and lol i no nothin about love either, becaus ei ve never been in a relationship before. but i might still know something. :smile.gif: shy love is my favorite. it really cute!
and i named peppers story gentle hearts
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Retired StaffIm only 13 (But as I always say, way more mature than I should be at this point in life, look at some of my posts.) but I have a passion for writing :biggrin.gif:
Im going to keep continuing on my story, cos you liked it :biggrin.gif:
JESUS, what is wrong with me? I can't stop :biggrin.gif: :biggrin.gif: :D' ing. I think I have some mental defect. Oh well, I'll figure that out later :biggrin.gif:. Oh. My. God. I did it again.