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Liz's Story By Kboy101222 This is the first short story I will write to add information to the story I wrote called "Our Adventures in Minecraft". I am writing it because my story just hit it's 200th view, and I wanted to give my readers something special, so here it is!
Liz was working the counter at her dad's bookstore. She loved being surrounded by all of the books in the place. In fact, the only thing she loved more then reading books, was writing them. Why am I writing about myself in 3rd person? I shoudl tell it through my eyes, not some invisible narrator's! Anyway, I loved writing stories. Any kinds of stories. I wrote fables, fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction, and everything in between. This is the first time I've actually written a biography of any kind, so excuse anything I do wrong. Kyle got me to write this. Anyways, I had read every book in my dad's bookstore, and I loved it when people brought books in to sell. My father would get me to read them so he could make sure it went in the right place. My dad was such a neat freak when it came to his books. Anyhow, your probably wandering about my mother. I would love to tell you something about her, it's just that I know nothing about her. According to my dad, she died giving birth to me. I wish I had gotten to know her. Every time I tell my father this, all he says is Cest La Vie (such is life). I really miss my father now, and I'm always thinking about him. I wish he could see me now, ruling over a kingdom, taking care of my own child. I wander what he would think of me. Anyways, back to the story. I was 20, on my way to college at the local university, when I got stuck in a horrendous traffic jam. I was worried I was going to be late for my classes. Turns out, that was the least of my worries. I looked ahead of me to look at the traffic. As it turns out, the traffic began moving, and quickly. I wondered why as I drove along with the other drivers. I saw why. There was a car on fire, and I mean a lot of fire. Everyone was driving as fast as possible, play some kind of demented Russian Roulette, trying not to be next to the car when It exploded. I lost.
The car exploded as I drove up next to it. The flames managed to break through the windows of my car. The last thing I remember before entering into this strange new world was being yanked out of the car by the fire department. I was in the ambulance, looking at my father, who was crying over my body. We managed to make it into the hospital, and I heard the doctors tell my dad I wasn't going to make it.
I reached up my hand and my father took a hold of it. It was then when I blacked out forever.
I awoke in this strang new world, but I wasn't alone. There was a stranger lying beside me. I awoke and looked at the man. I assumed he was in the other car, the one who's reason it was I had died.
I looked around the world. It wasn't earth, but it wasn't to far from it. The landscape was beautiful, but there was something strange about everything. Everything was a cube. In my post death paranoia state, I looked at the man. He was the reason I would never see my father again. I broke a piece of bark off a tree. One end was sharp. I took it and walked over to the man. Out of sheer post traumatic stress, I got down on my knees and stabbed the man directly in the heart. I stood up, and began walking away from the man's body. I wondered for hours. I managed to find a small house near a mountain. This is where my story begins.
By Kboy101222
This is the first short story I will write to add information to the story I wrote called "Our Adventures in Minecraft". I am writing it because my story just hit it's 200th view, and I wanted to give my readers something special, so here it is!
Liz was working the counter at her dad's bookstore. She loved being surrounded by all of the books in the place. In fact, the only thing she loved more then reading books, was writing them.
Why am I writing about myself in 3rd person? I shoudl tell it through my eyes, not some invisible narrator's!
Anyway, I loved writing stories. Any kinds of stories. I wrote fables, fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction, and everything in between. This is the first time I've actually written a biography of any kind, so excuse anything I do wrong. Kyle got me to write this.
Anyways, I had read every book in my dad's bookstore, and I loved it when people brought books in to sell. My father would get me to read them so he could make sure it went in the right place. My dad was such a neat freak when it came to his books.
Anyhow, your probably wandering about my mother. I would love to tell you something about her, it's just that I know nothing about her. According to my dad, she died giving birth to me. I wish I had gotten to know her. Every time I tell my father this, all he says is Cest La Vie (such is life).
I really miss my father now, and I'm always thinking about him. I wish he could see me now, ruling over a kingdom, taking care of my own child. I wander what he would think of me.
Anyways, back to the story. I was 20, on my way to college at the local university, when I got stuck in a horrendous traffic jam. I was worried I was going to be late for my classes. Turns out, that was the least of my worries. I looked ahead of me to look at the traffic. As it turns out, the traffic began moving, and quickly. I wondered why as I drove along with the other drivers.
I saw why. There was a car on fire, and I mean a lot of fire. Everyone was driving as fast as possible, play some kind of demented Russian Roulette, trying not to be next to the car when It exploded. I lost.
The car exploded as I drove up next to it. The flames managed to break through the windows of my car. The last thing I remember before entering into this strange new world was being yanked out of the car by the fire department. I was in the ambulance, looking at my father, who was crying over my body. We managed to make it into the hospital, and I heard the doctors tell my dad I wasn't going to make it.
I reached up my hand and my father took a hold of it. It was then when I blacked out forever.
I awoke in this strang new world, but I wasn't alone. There was a stranger lying beside me. I awoke and looked at the man. I assumed he was in the other car, the one who's reason it was I had died.
I looked around the world. It wasn't earth, but it wasn't to far from it. The landscape was beautiful, but there was something strange about everything. Everything was a cube. In my post death paranoia state, I looked at the man. He was the reason I would never see my father again. I broke a piece of bark off a tree. One end was sharp. I took it and walked over to the man. Out of sheer post traumatic stress, I got down on my knees and stabbed the man directly in the heart. I stood up, and began walking away from the man's body. I wondered for hours. I managed to find a small house near a mountain. This is where my story begins.