kinda like an AU, but its sort of
new plotline ya know
just go with it
shortstories for the win, i cant write series
wow does this count as an authors note
can i get recommendations in the "comments" for short stories
author-reader bond u know
so give me a topic you'd like me to write about, i won't guarantee i'll write it but if it's a topic i like i'll write it and give you kudos
this is officially an authors note now
btw THIS IS STUPID BUT HEROBRINE DOESNT EXIST HOW COULD YOU BELIEVE SUCH A THING?
"Stephanie?"
"Here," her voice called out in that sweet, bell-like tone.
"Stewart?"
"Here."
"Steve?"
"Here," I responded as I glared at the Enderman. Geez, the things had to be so creepy. They didn't even have genders. The way their eyes glared at you. So empty, yet so knowing.
I lined up behind Stewart. I was so glad Stephanie and I had such similar names. I glanced over at her from around Stewart, and she gave me a smile and did her 'double pistols and a wink' thing.
Gosh, she was so cute.
Once the Enderman was done calling the names (Zachary? Here.) He walked up to the top of the pedestal and called out to us.
The Enderman stared out at the thousands of kids clad in the beige uniforms, dotting the unnaturally flat terrain. No grass -- just dirt, brown against brown.
"You guys are all officially 13 this year, with the exception of a few of you."
I reached around Stewart and poked Stephanie in the arm, much to Stewart's annoyance.
"Can you two lovebirds stop flirting? At least, not between me." he snapped.
"Look, we all know you're jealous you can't get a girlfriend." I responded with a smirk.
"Wait, we're no-"
I gave her that 'go-with-it!' look and she giggled.
"We're officially together now," she said with a flourish.
Stewart looked completely petrified.
Part of me wished what she said was true.
"No talking!" said the Enderman in its stupid distorted voice.
The three of us stood up straight and turned our heads back to the Enderman, arms pinned flat against our sides, beige hats pointed high up in the air.
I resisted the urge to fidget, the beige overcoat on my shoulders heavy and itchy.
This uniform was stupid, just like Herobrine.
"Please find a partner. The two of you will decide who will be the leader. The leader will stand on a stone slab, and the other will stand behind him or her."
I gave Stephanie that look, and she gave me back that look.
"Leader," she whispered, pointing at me.
"Hell yes you've got that right."
I grabbed her hand and darted to the nearest slab, half running, half dragging her behind me. Eventually, I hoisted her onto my back and grabbed her legs.
We made it to the slab. I slid my foot on top of it as another group groaned and walked away.
"THAT WAS UNNECESSARY!" she exclaimed as I dropped her onto the dirt.
"Hell, if we're gonna have any fun being slaves, we might as well."
"True that."
I looked around, noticing that the other groups were actually pretty spaced out from each other.
By the time the Enderman got to us, we were already cracking jokes and sitting down.
"Names?"
"Steve, leader. Stephanie, MINION." I told him.
"Rude..." Stephanie mumbled from the ground.
"What was that, Stephanie?" I asked her as the Enderman walked away, writing on the clipboard.
"Oh, just stating that you're SO COOL."
"I am cool, get in your head."
"Whatever, coolkid."
"You and your partner will travel down to the mine and gather fourteen or more pieces of obsidian. Those who do not succeed will be immediately labeled as incompetent and will be exterminated."
"Sooooo much pressure." I snorted.
"This is no laughing matter!" Stephanie whispered. "Can we do this?"
"Water and still lava make obsidian, no biggie."
"We don't have anything to mine it with."
"We can make an iron pick."
"There's no trees around, retard!"
"We can handle, don't be a pessimist."
"Steve," she said firmly, leaning in, gazing at me with her deep blue eyes.
I struggled to meet her eyes, sitting up a little taller.
"This is serious."
I stared back at her and struggled to wipe the smug expression off my face.
"Okay, I'm sorry, okay?"
She nodded and resumed to her original position.
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, then decided against it.
I really wish I had kissed her then.
wow i was planning to make this go somewhere else
aughghghghghghgh so cute
anyone catch the homestuck references hm?
but i think this is cuter if it ends like this
This is a very good start but PLEASE don't make it one of those they-like-eachother-but-never-gets-around-to-really-have-a-relationship-because-every-time-some-incident-happens-type stories. That is all I have to say.
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kinda like an AU, but its sort of
new plotline ya know
just go with it
shortstories for the win, i cant write series
wow does this count as an authors note
can i get recommendations in the "comments" for short stories
author-reader bond u know
so give me a topic you'd like me to write about, i won't guarantee i'll write it but if it's a topic i like i'll write it and give you kudos
this is officially an authors note now
btw THIS IS STUPID BUT HEROBRINE DOESNT EXIST HOW COULD YOU BELIEVE SUCH A THING?
"Stephanie?"
"Here," her voice called out in that sweet, bell-like tone.
"Stewart?"
"Here."
"Steve?"
"Here," I responded as I glared at the Enderman. Geez, the things had to be so creepy. They didn't even have genders. The way their eyes glared at you. So empty, yet so knowing.
I lined up behind Stewart. I was so glad Stephanie and I had such similar names. I glanced over at her from around Stewart, and she gave me a smile and did her 'double pistols and a wink' thing.
Gosh, she was so cute.
Once the Enderman was done calling the names (Zachary? Here.) He walked up to the top of the pedestal and called out to us.
The Enderman stared out at the thousands of kids clad in the beige uniforms, dotting the unnaturally flat terrain. No grass -- just dirt, brown against brown.
"You guys are all officially 13 this year, with the exception of a few of you."
I reached around Stewart and poked Stephanie in the arm, much to Stewart's annoyance.
"Can you two lovebirds stop flirting? At least, not between me." he snapped.
"Look, we all know you're jealous you can't get a girlfriend." I responded with a smirk.
"Wait, we're no-"
I gave her that 'go-with-it!' look and she giggled.
"We're officially together now," she said with a flourish.
Stewart looked completely petrified.
Part of me wished what she said was true.
"No talking!" said the Enderman in its stupid distorted voice.
The three of us stood up straight and turned our heads back to the Enderman, arms pinned flat against our sides, beige hats pointed high up in the air.
I resisted the urge to fidget, the beige overcoat on my shoulders heavy and itchy.
This uniform was stupid, just like Herobrine.
"Please find a partner. The two of you will decide who will be the leader. The leader will stand on a stone slab, and the other will stand behind him or her."
I gave Stephanie that look, and she gave me back that look.
"Leader," she whispered, pointing at me.
"Hell yes you've got that right."
I grabbed her hand and darted to the nearest slab, half running, half dragging her behind me. Eventually, I hoisted her onto my back and grabbed her legs.
"Get ready, I'm gonna run."
"Oh hell n- AHHHHHHH!"
We made it to the slab. I slid my foot on top of it as another group groaned and walked away.
"THAT WAS UNNECESSARY!" she exclaimed as I dropped her onto the dirt.
"Hell, if we're gonna have any fun being slaves, we might as well."
"True that."
I looked around, noticing that the other groups were actually pretty spaced out from each other.
By the time the Enderman got to us, we were already cracking jokes and sitting down.
"Names?"
"Steve, leader. Stephanie, MINION." I told him.
"Rude..." Stephanie mumbled from the ground.
"What was that, Stephanie?" I asked her as the Enderman walked away, writing on the clipboard.
"Oh, just stating that you're SO COOL."
"I am cool, get in your head."
"Whatever, coolkid."
"You and your partner will travel down to the mine and gather fourteen or more pieces of obsidian. Those who do not succeed will be immediately labeled as incompetent and will be exterminated."
"Sooooo much pressure." I snorted.
"This is no laughing matter!" Stephanie whispered. "Can we do this?"
"Water and still lava make obsidian, no biggie."
"We don't have anything to mine it with."
"We can make an iron pick."
"There's no trees around, retard!"
"We can handle, don't be a pessimist."
"Steve," she said firmly, leaning in, gazing at me with her deep blue eyes.
I struggled to meet her eyes, sitting up a little taller.
"This is serious."
I stared back at her and struggled to wipe the smug expression off my face.
"Okay, I'm sorry, okay?"
She nodded and resumed to her original position.
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, then decided against it.
I really wish I had kissed her then.
wow i was planning to make this go somewhere else
aughghghghghghgh so cute
anyone catch the homestuck references hm?
but i think this is cuter if it ends like this
wat i dont even
what is this
i dont even
what is this
HELP
*Smashes head against a wall
Interesting, but...(Reference the first line.)