Yo!
No life is perfect without violence!
Even innocent children has to be taught the meaning of spilled blood. Maybe. There will always be a time when we encounter violence.
And from that phrase, I decided to write a somewhat darker story than usual.
Why not, right?
I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading as always!
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And her eyes snapped open.
She quickly sat up from her bed.
....
Bed?
She was lying on the floor. She looked around herself, her mind still blurry with sleepiness. The thought crossed her mind but she decided to refuse. Her eyes blink weakly while she slowly adjusts to the darkness that crept along the corners of the room, illuminated only by a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling in front of her where a wooden door situates. It looked like it could fall at any moment, the surfaces appear all weak and brittle.
She stretched her tired arms and moved her legs to stand up. Her legs pushed her upwards desperately as commanded. She stood weakly, back arched forward as a sign of tiredness. Her body feels stiff for sleeping on the hard ground.
She lifts her head to look ahead. Her legs move and took steps forward. Not long, she was in front of the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob. A really, cold doorknob. She turns it and pushes the door open. The door opens revealing blinding light that covered all around her. She lifts her weak arm to cover herself from the light.
She steps forward into the blindness, the light engulfing her body.
Suddenly, she could sense the light had vanished and put down her arm. Her new place became her new nightmare.
She can see bodies all lying on the barrens that spread endlessly across beyond what she could see. The bodies weren't moving, their faces dyed in blood. Swords and arrows embedded on their lifeless bodies. The ground itself is a pool of blood. The air is but a stench of death and murder. In this lonely dead world, only she lives. Her eyes widen with shock. She cups her mouth with her hands, holding back a scream. She shut her eyes, unable to bear the traumatic scene.
The crimson skies above the girl are bloody red. The clouds gather and darken.
The girl could feel raindrops hitting against her skin. The rain grew stronger and the sound of falling raindrops reach her ears.
But those are no raindrops.
Those are blood.
The girl felt fear clinging onto her soul. She stood up and ran across the bloody rain. Tears trickle down her cheek while she run across the dead barrens for dear life. She tripped on something and fell onto the blood-filled ground, face first. She used her hands to push herself up. Incidentally, she lifted her head.
Located just before her very face, was the menacing face of a bloodied creeper.
She could not hold back. The girl's shrill scream pierced the skies. There she struggled to move back from the creeper's head. She kicked her legs across the bloodied floor, pushing herself back. But the creeper's head moves closer.
It's moving?
Her mind raced with panic. Her eyes widen in pure terror. Her back scraped along the floor so hard, scratches were embedded on it. She managed to move her legs and got up from the floor. She turned and ran the opposite direction from the creeper. She shut her eyes, not willing to see the violence laid before her.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around her changed. She can just feel it. She opened her eyes slowly, with fear of the creeper that might appear. She is in a hallway. The walls are made with dull, brown concrete. Her vision cannot allow her to see beyond the fog that lies before her.
Her heart calms as she walks into the endless fog. Her fear replaced with anxiety. Her eyes scan the surroundings cautiously. She keeps on a rather steady pace, safe with the knowledge that there will be no more spilled blood. Her quickened breathe begins to slow down. She never realized she was breathing so fast back there.
She kept pushing herself across the fog. Her legs begin to tire after carrying her body for an hour straight. How long will this hallway end? As she walks, question begins to arise in her mind. With no answers to those questions, her anxiety just keeps accumulating. Her legs push further. Her arms swing wider. She feels scared in this foggy world.
World?
It's a hallway.
Is it?
She stopped in her tracks and moved sidewards to touch the walls. But there are no more walls anymore. Were there any to start with? She remembered quite clearly that she had seen the concrete protection beside her earlier. Had she stepped out somewhere outside? She quickly buried her questions at the back of her mind. She never wanted the answer. What if the truth is scary?
Will she get out?
As she walks in this foggy space, she hears something. A gurgling sound. Then it fades. She turned her head to look backwards. Through the gray clouds, she could make out a figure approaching her. Arms raised, unusually slow walking posture, weird voices.
She wanted to get help but realized those were not ordinary minecraftians. After all, she's in a dead world. With no time to hesitate, she swiftly turned and dashed in the opposing direction again. Her feet echoing sounds across the vast space. Through the mad dash, she could hear the zombie sprinting behind her. She dared not to look behind her for the minimum hesitation can mean her death.
The girl felt fatigue creeping up her legs but she cannot stop. Every step feels heavier as her breathe begins to quicken. The zombie is quickly closing the gap between them. She felt fear and wanted to run but is unable to. Her tired legs continue to carry her forward when she tripped.
She falls.
And falls..
And kept falling...
Wait.
Did she trip or did she fall?
The girl falls, covering her face with her hands. The wind breaks across her face as she falls from the sky.
The sky? What sky?
The girl never realized she was screaming as she falls. Why would she realize? The fall was petrifying and she failed to react to this terrifying situation. She moves downward through the sky at increasing velocity and she feels the fear of death grasping her heart. She couldn't stop her screaming.
She pulled down her hands just so she could see.
She's above the world, falling into death itself. Her mind races rapidly. She shut her eyes and kept screaming.
And her eyes snapped open.
She quickly sat up in bed.
Beside her lies her worried father, honorably named as Steve. The girl was screaming in her dreams and Steve couldn't wake her up. He was scared the girl was possessed by the spirits of the ender. He doesn't want that. He approached his daughter and embraced her in a warm hug. The girl put her hands behind her father's back and sobs lightly.
wow. have you ever tried writing like a short 20 page story? i personally think it would turn out well.
That's more of an essay then a story.
I would eventually go to that level but for now, I'm sticking to shorter, quality and entertaining stories.
I take your comment as a compliment and thus, I thank thee.
I love this story. Nearly as much as my war of the nether mutants story, which I have already made 3 parts for. I thought it was a dream, and it was. It seemed like a night terror I sometimes get, even though I can hardly ever remember my night terrors. But I would keep to the past tense, because I am just much more used to it, and it just seems to make more sense and seems more like a story when it is in the past tense. But maybe that's because it was a nightmare, not real life. I'm glad the girl didn't die in real life. Really tense and hooked me as I was reading it. I loved the way you described everything with the blood and the foggy corridor.
(Totally did not expect a bump)
Thanks a lot for your feedback! It's kinda predictable its a nightmare from both the story concept and the title really.
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No life is perfect without violence!
Even innocent children has to be taught the meaning of spilled blood. Maybe. There will always be a time when we encounter violence.
And from that phrase, I decided to write a somewhat darker story than usual.
Why not, right?
I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading as always!
And her eyes snapped open.
She quickly sat up from her bed.
....
Bed?
She was lying on the floor. She looked around herself, her mind still blurry with sleepiness. The thought crossed her mind but she decided to refuse. Her eyes blink weakly while she slowly adjusts to the darkness that crept along the corners of the room, illuminated only by a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling in front of her where a wooden door situates. It looked like it could fall at any moment, the surfaces appear all weak and brittle.
She stretched her tired arms and moved her legs to stand up. Her legs pushed her upwards desperately as commanded. She stood weakly, back arched forward as a sign of tiredness. Her body feels stiff for sleeping on the hard ground.
She lifts her head to look ahead. Her legs move and took steps forward. Not long, she was in front of the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob. A really, cold doorknob. She turns it and pushes the door open. The door opens revealing blinding light that covered all around her. She lifts her weak arm to cover herself from the light.
She steps forward into the blindness, the light engulfing her body.
Suddenly, she could sense the light had vanished and put down her arm. Her new place became her new nightmare.
She can see bodies all lying on the barrens that spread endlessly across beyond what she could see. The bodies weren't moving, their faces dyed in blood. Swords and arrows embedded on their lifeless bodies. The ground itself is a pool of blood. The air is but a stench of death and murder. In this lonely dead world, only she lives. Her eyes widen with shock. She cups her mouth with her hands, holding back a scream. She shut her eyes, unable to bear the traumatic scene.
The crimson skies above the girl are bloody red. The clouds gather and darken.
The girl could feel raindrops hitting against her skin. The rain grew stronger and the sound of falling raindrops reach her ears.
But those are no raindrops.
Those are blood.
The girl felt fear clinging onto her soul. She stood up and ran across the bloody rain. Tears trickle down her cheek while she run across the dead barrens for dear life. She tripped on something and fell onto the blood-filled ground, face first. She used her hands to push herself up. Incidentally, she lifted her head.
Located just before her very face, was the menacing face of a bloodied creeper.
She could not hold back. The girl's shrill scream pierced the skies. There she struggled to move back from the creeper's head. She kicked her legs across the bloodied floor, pushing herself back. But the creeper's head moves closer.
It's moving?
Her mind raced with panic. Her eyes widen in pure terror. Her back scraped along the floor so hard, scratches were embedded on it. She managed to move her legs and got up from the floor. She turned and ran the opposite direction from the creeper. She shut her eyes, not willing to see the violence laid before her.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around her changed. She can just feel it. She opened her eyes slowly, with fear of the creeper that might appear. She is in a hallway. The walls are made with dull, brown concrete. Her vision cannot allow her to see beyond the fog that lies before her.
Her heart calms as she walks into the endless fog. Her fear replaced with anxiety. Her eyes scan the surroundings cautiously. She keeps on a rather steady pace, safe with the knowledge that there will be no more spilled blood. Her quickened breathe begins to slow down. She never realized she was breathing so fast back there.
She kept pushing herself across the fog. Her legs begin to tire after carrying her body for an hour straight. How long will this hallway end? As she walks, question begins to arise in her mind. With no answers to those questions, her anxiety just keeps accumulating. Her legs push further. Her arms swing wider. She feels scared in this foggy world.
World?
It's a hallway.
Is it?
She stopped in her tracks and moved sidewards to touch the walls. But there are no more walls anymore. Were there any to start with? She remembered quite clearly that she had seen the concrete protection beside her earlier. Had she stepped out somewhere outside? She quickly buried her questions at the back of her mind. She never wanted the answer. What if the truth is scary?
Will she get out?
As she walks in this foggy space, she hears something. A gurgling sound. Then it fades. She turned her head to look backwards. Through the gray clouds, she could make out a figure approaching her. Arms raised, unusually slow walking posture, weird voices.
She wanted to get help but realized those were not ordinary minecraftians. After all, she's in a dead world. With no time to hesitate, she swiftly turned and dashed in the opposing direction again. Her feet echoing sounds across the vast space. Through the mad dash, she could hear the zombie sprinting behind her. She dared not to look behind her for the minimum hesitation can mean her death.
The girl felt fatigue creeping up her legs but she cannot stop. Every step feels heavier as her breathe begins to quicken. The zombie is quickly closing the gap between them. She felt fear and wanted to run but is unable to. Her tired legs continue to carry her forward when she tripped.
She falls.
And falls..
And kept falling...
Wait.
Did she trip or did she fall?
The girl falls, covering her face with her hands. The wind breaks across her face as she falls from the sky.
The sky? What sky?
The girl never realized she was screaming as she falls. Why would she realize? The fall was petrifying and she failed to react to this terrifying situation. She moves downward through the sky at increasing velocity and she feels the fear of death grasping her heart. She couldn't stop her screaming.
She pulled down her hands just so she could see.
She's above the world, falling into death itself. Her mind races rapidly. She shut her eyes and kept screaming.
And her eyes snapped open.
She quickly sat up in bed.
Beside her lies her worried father, honorably named as Steve. The girl was screaming in her dreams and Steve couldn't wake her up. He was scared the girl was possessed by the spirits of the ender. He doesn't want that. He approached his daughter and embraced her in a warm hug. The girl put her hands behind her father's back and sobs lightly.
"Don't worry, darling. It's just a dream."
Thank you vewwy much.
You do will never understand how happy I am now.
That's more of an essay then a story.
I would eventually go to that level but for now, I'm sticking to shorter, quality and entertaining stories.
I take your comment as a compliment and thus, I thank thee.
(Totally did not expect a bump)
Thanks a lot for your feedback! It's kinda predictable its a nightmare from both the story concept and the title really.