I'm a writer by hobby and one day hope to write a book, but just can't seem to get my act together. Oh well X( I wrote this in the hopes of finding the path that leads to the End so that I may finally achieve my goal.
What I'm going to try is to make an organic Minecraft story. What this means is, I want to take all the versions that have ever been and will be and turn it into a living, breathing world. I want to make it believable like a person could actually live here if it existed, seaming all of them together by mere literary tricks, not simply ending the story and beginning anew. Please leave feedback, I'd love to hear comments and/or suggestions.
I apologize that it's short, but I hope to improve as it goes on.
Chapter One: Survival Test
Stranded on a vast island, surrounded on all sides by ocean, Steve sets out in search of prey. Using the twenty arrows and ten blocks of TNT, he scans the bright green grass, over hills, spots a horde of armored skeletons, flesh-eating zombies, and spiders the size of dogs. Legions of evil creatures set to get rid of this human from their peaceful land, to be proud rulers of this stretch of stone and dirt.
"I will destroy them all!" Steve muttered, readying the arrow. Dashing up to a group, several skeletons took aim and fired on the intruder. A few scraped him, but he returned fire, throwing the arrows with all his might. It took a few shots, but they were nothing but piles of bones when he was finished. From behind, he heard the spiders approaching him. Setting down a TNT, he gave it a good kick and ran.
High explosive boxes, any stress could cause them to blow. A simple punch or kick usually does the trick, the sulphur being unstable in nature. Nobody knows who created them or for what purposes, but Steve knew that he wanted to blow everything up. The urge was unbearable. A new supply would be given to him after he rested several hours at the end of his rampage through the world. It seemed to heal, change over time giving him plenty of reasons to set down another block every time.
Unflinching, the spiders crawled over the TNT, which exploded, turning them into puffs of smoke. Luckily, they were carrying arrows. He was running quite low as zombies started to pour over the hill, attempting to get a taste of his flesh.
With the last of the arrows, he took down the ambush that was set up while he was running away. He only had one block of TNT left, which he was going to save for later, right now he had to run and rest. Day seemed to last eternity, hours passing, the sun never moving. Steve doubted he could last much longer. Every turn he took, every hill he went over, a mix of skeletons, zombies, and spiders awaited him.
Seeing a cave, he dashed inside and placed his last TNT at the mouth. Giving it a good punch, it hissed to life. Diving into the cave, the explosion rocked Steve off of his feet. Looking back, the cave-in shut out the world, trapping him inside.
"They'll never get me now," he whispered. Laughing, he laid against the wall, resting from the running he had done that day.
He pondered the hours away, "How will I get more arrows? Is there a way off of here? Where is everyone?" All the questions he asked only brought more. Eventually, he gave up, picking himself up, began to seach for another way out fo the cave system.
Everything looked the same, every tunnel he took went deeper and deeper. Giving up, Steve tapped his foot and thought of how to get out.
A hissing came from behind. Curious, he turned around. He was sure that he used his last piece of TNT sealing the cave. What he saw turned his blood cold. He had no idea what it was, but his mind knew that he was going to die. His legs froze as he stood staring into the eyes of a foul, green, four-legged creature, a scowl on its face.
Three seconds it hissed after noticing it, a loud boom. Then, just darkness. Steve felt nothing but pure pain as he fell to the cold stone ground. Memories began to fade, feelings forgotten, suffering turning into pleasure. Waking up, Steve found himself on an island. Not knowing who, what, when, where, or why, he got up, and headed towards the ocean.
The island seemed to be floating in space, with hills, trees, pigs, and sheep dotting the landscape.
"Where am I?" Steve asked? The sun began to set...
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What I'm going to try is to make an organic Minecraft story. What this means is, I want to take all the versions that have ever been and will be and turn it into a living, breathing world. I want to make it believable like a person could actually live here if it existed, seaming all of them together by mere literary tricks, not simply ending the story and beginning anew. Please leave feedback, I'd love to hear comments and/or suggestions.
I apologize that it's short, but I hope to improve as it goes on.
Chapter One: Survival Test
Stranded on a vast island, surrounded on all sides by ocean, Steve sets out in search of prey. Using the twenty arrows and ten blocks of TNT, he scans the bright green grass, over hills, spots a horde of armored skeletons, flesh-eating zombies, and spiders the size of dogs. Legions of evil creatures set to get rid of this human from their peaceful land, to be proud rulers of this stretch of stone and dirt.
"I will destroy them all!" Steve muttered, readying the arrow. Dashing up to a group, several skeletons took aim and fired on the intruder. A few scraped him, but he returned fire, throwing the arrows with all his might. It took a few shots, but they were nothing but piles of bones when he was finished. From behind, he heard the spiders approaching him. Setting down a TNT, he gave it a good kick and ran.
High explosive boxes, any stress could cause them to blow. A simple punch or kick usually does the trick, the sulphur being unstable in nature. Nobody knows who created them or for what purposes, but Steve knew that he wanted to blow everything up. The urge was unbearable. A new supply would be given to him after he rested several hours at the end of his rampage through the world. It seemed to heal, change over time giving him plenty of reasons to set down another block every time.
Unflinching, the spiders crawled over the TNT, which exploded, turning them into puffs of smoke. Luckily, they were carrying arrows. He was running quite low as zombies started to pour over the hill, attempting to get a taste of his flesh.
With the last of the arrows, he took down the ambush that was set up while he was running away. He only had one block of TNT left, which he was going to save for later, right now he had to run and rest. Day seemed to last eternity, hours passing, the sun never moving. Steve doubted he could last much longer. Every turn he took, every hill he went over, a mix of skeletons, zombies, and spiders awaited him.
Seeing a cave, he dashed inside and placed his last TNT at the mouth. Giving it a good punch, it hissed to life. Diving into the cave, the explosion rocked Steve off of his feet. Looking back, the cave-in shut out the world, trapping him inside.
"They'll never get me now," he whispered. Laughing, he laid against the wall, resting from the running he had done that day.
He pondered the hours away, "How will I get more arrows? Is there a way off of here? Where is everyone?" All the questions he asked only brought more. Eventually, he gave up, picking himself up, began to seach for another way out fo the cave system.
Everything looked the same, every tunnel he took went deeper and deeper. Giving up, Steve tapped his foot and thought of how to get out.
A hissing came from behind. Curious, he turned around. He was sure that he used his last piece of TNT sealing the cave. What he saw turned his blood cold. He had no idea what it was, but his mind knew that he was going to die. His legs froze as he stood staring into the eyes of a foul, green, four-legged creature, a scowl on its face.
Three seconds it hissed after noticing it, a loud boom. Then, just darkness. Steve felt nothing but pure pain as he fell to the cold stone ground. Memories began to fade, feelings forgotten, suffering turning into pleasure. Waking up, Steve found himself on an island. Not knowing who, what, when, where, or why, he got up, and headed towards the ocean.
The island seemed to be floating in space, with hills, trees, pigs, and sheep dotting the landscape.
"Where am I?" Steve asked? The sun began to set...