The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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The Short Story Thread. This is just a thread I made for anyone who wants to post a short story, poem, an idea for a full fanfic, or something like that.
This will also be a place to commute with fellow writers, give each other tips on writing, and give constructive criticism.
THIS IS NOT LIKE MINEFIC. You do not apply your story here, you simply post it in a spoiler. We'll read it.
A short story is between 200 and 2000
Example of a Short Story
Ablaze
A Short Story by FlyingPig6789
The cold rain felt like arrows raining down on my shoulders. I was running, I don’t know what from, but I’m running. I ran farther and farther through the forest of tall black pine trees. There were small birds desperately trying to fly away from the rain. I knew I was running from the rain, I was running to it. The thing chasing me stopped at the beginning of the forest, where the rain began.
It was as tall as me, and a firey gold color. There was smoke emitting from it’s center, as if it were on fire. Orbiting it were sticks of the same color that shot fire. I encountered it in the Land of the Red Rocks. I got there by lighting a portal made of a black glass. It met me as soon as I got there. I have been chased by it ever since.
A tree in front of me caught fire. The fire was so hot it withstood the rain. I tried to run past this burning tall pine, but to no luck. The tree crashed down onto my feet, and I knew they were broken. I can no longer run from The Beast of the Red Rocks. The blazing fire caught my legs, the beast knew that if it couldn’t catch me, its fire could. The fire burnt away my legs and the tree. I no longer have any legs to run with.
The beast towered over me. It let out a wheezy, mechanica laugh. The fire was up to my heart. I was lucky my chest hasn’t burned away like my legs. It started to struggle in the rain, and I let out a very pitiful laugh. The fire was now at my elbows. Me living to this far was a miracle. The beast responded to my laugh with the hottest blaze it ever let out right to my face.
I died the instant the flames touched my face. The rain eventually killed the beast that murdered me, but the fire blazed on. About an hour later, my body was reduced to nothing but wet ash. The fire spread to the forest, and the rain stopped. Just days later, the entire forest along with my old house burt away with me.
I tell this story to myself over and over. I float in the realm of death. Living folks say that it is all black, but it is devoid and white. I am simply nothing but an orange mist. Every that dies comes here, you color is based on how you die. I have nothing to do but tell myself this story over and over. Guess I’ll start again.
The cold rain felt like arrows piercing my shoulder...
This is just a thread I made for anyone who wants to post a short story, poem, an idea for a full fanfic, or something like that.
This will also be a place to commute with fellow writers, give each other tips on writing, and give constructive criticism.
THIS IS NOT LIKE MINEFIC. You do not apply your story here, you simply post it in a spoiler. We'll read it.
A short story is between 200 and 2000
Example of a Short Story
It was as tall as me, and a firey gold color. There was smoke emitting from it’s center, as if it were on fire. Orbiting it were sticks of the same color that shot fire. I encountered it in the Land of the Red Rocks. I got there by lighting a portal made of a black glass. It met me as soon as I got there. I have been chased by it ever since.
A tree in front of me caught fire. The fire was so hot it withstood the rain. I tried to run past this burning tall pine, but to no luck. The tree crashed down onto my feet, and I knew they were broken. I can no longer run from The Beast of the Red Rocks. The blazing fire caught my legs, the beast knew that if it couldn’t catch me, its fire could. The fire burnt away my legs and the tree. I no longer have any legs to run with.
The beast towered over me. It let out a wheezy, mechanica laugh. The fire was up to my heart. I was lucky my chest hasn’t burned away like my legs. It started to struggle in the rain, and I let out a very pitiful laugh. The fire was now at my elbows. Me living to this far was a miracle. The beast responded to my laugh with the hottest blaze it ever let out right to my face.
I died the instant the flames touched my face. The rain eventually killed the beast that murdered me, but the fire blazed on. About an hour later, my body was reduced to nothing but wet ash. The fire spread to the forest, and the rain stopped. Just days later, the entire forest along with my old house burt away with me.
I tell this story to myself over and over. I float in the realm of death. Living folks say that it is all black, but it is devoid and white. I am simply nothing but an orange mist. Every that dies comes here, you color is based on how you die. I have nothing to do but tell myself this story over and over. Guess I’ll start again.
The cold rain felt like arrows piercing my shoulder...
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