Here's the Set-up To my little story idea. If you have any questions, ideas, or comments, let me know.
"No! No! NOOO!" I squeal, almost out of breath as I run. "Come here, you THEIF! You DIRTY, ROTTEN THEIF!" I chase after him, kicking sand into dust as I run. Even though I am pretty much completely out of breath, I keep running. It had seemed I picked up to the culprit. But just as I reach for my prized enchantment table, I fell, defeated in the sand.
No! No, no, no! Endermen are theives! And this just proves it for sure! I'm sure they don't even know the basics of the complicated witchcraft of Brewing and Enchanting. As I stand, a lot of sand falls off of me. I sigh, wiping the sand off of me. I adjust the sleeves of my coat and begin to march back to my home. Living out here is stupid! Zombies constantly come to my door at night, I have to stay up worrying about creepers, Endermen steal my blocks, skeletons try to shoot me, and the list goes on! I wish I could just move...but I can't afford that.
I have been living up here for a very long time. I brew potions and enchant items for people to care to stop by my shack. I call it "The Shack of Wonders." In reality, though, it's just a bed, an enchantment table, a brewing stand, and books all about witchcraft. Oh, and how could I forget my money jar? I'm saving up to move, so after I buy food and water and whatever else I need to support myself, I put the rest in the jar. The money is all from the Shack. I tell tall tales and do witchcraft for travelers. The best part is when they tip me. There is no better feeling than getting extra money when you work.
I fling open the door to my shack. Just as I am about to toss myself on my bed, I hear the ring of a bell. I open the curtains.
"Why hello, traveler! How may I assist you is your endeavors today?" I ask, in a Gypsy voice I'd been working on. Standing on the other side is a fetching young man, with a bit of stubble on his chin. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He didn't even crack a grin or anything at my voice.
"Does this belong to you?" he says in a serious voice, gesturing at something on the ground next to him that I can't see. I poke my head out the window to see my Enchantment table sitting in the sand. I look back up at him and slowly nod.
"Isn't witchcraft illegal in this area?" he asks. He sounds frustrated. Before he can open his mouth to scold me more, I am half way out the window, picking up my Enchantment table. I place it in its regular spot and give the man an innocent smile.
"Why, sir," I say, still with the gypsy voice, "I know nothing of these things you speak. You buy or you leave, yes. Please leave me alone, thank you very much." I pull the curtains shut as he opens his mouth to, it seems like, yell at me. That's just the thing about where I live. My house is on the bordering edge of two claimed areas. One area allows witchcraft, but the other doesn't. People often question me about if what I do is legal. Those are usually bad days. It's embarrassing to have lawmen come up to you and ask you about things like that. Not to mention the fact that it drives out visitors.
Come to think of it, I hadn't even gotten any visitors today. I hope that guy outside didn't drive them out. I hear another bell ring. Ah-ha! So it didn't drive them out! I pull open the curtains again. I am met with the same intense blue eyes.
"What do want? Buy or go!" I shout.
"One strength potion," he demands, sliding 5 iron ingots across to me, as per the pricing outside. I stand for a second, dumbfounded.
"I'll get right on it, sir," I say, mentally slapping myself out of it. I quickly put the iron in my chest and begin to work on the potion. I place netherwarts into the brewing stand and light the bottom with my lighter.
"Now, as I was saying," he starts again.
"No, no, no!" I shout to him. "What is your name? Where are you from? Where are you off to?" He glares at me for a moment.
"I'm not a lawman," he starts, "so don't worry about that. Secondly, I came here to tell you that you need to leave."
"What?!" I shriek. "Why? Who are you!"
"I am from Brothany, one of the regions your house is in. We disallow witchcraft. I won't be needing that potion, by the way. As I was saying, though, you must leave here. I have talked it over with Ossany, the other region your house is in, and we agree, you cause nothing but trouble. Please, take this as your final warning." I hear a click. The water bottle is now heated and ready for new ingredients.
"Don't do it, that's not a good idea! Stop! Don't do it!" my mind whispers. It was too late, though. I picked up the hot water bottle and splashed it in his face.
"I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE," I shout. I reach into my chest for a sword. He clenches his face into his hands for a moment. He looks up as me and begins to pull the sword out of the holder on his back. I grab my iron one on top. Why did I do that...?
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I'm thinking about starting an art shop, but I dunno....
His sword was completely out. I can faintly see him in a sort of battle stance, but my eyes focused on his sword. Rich! He's rich! It was made all of diamonds! It shined with a twinkle at me. Snap out of it! He's stronger than you, uh DUH.
"Did I say I wasn't going to leave? 'Cause I'm gonna leave right now!" I explain. "Listen, I just need some time to pack up and I'll be totally out of your hair!" I pack my brewing stand, my enchantment table, some ingredients, and a few pieces of chicken into a sack. I look at him again. By the look on his face, I probably can't come back here for a while. As an after-thought, I pack my jar, too.
"So, you'll forward my mail?" I joke. He gives me a stern look.
"Just leave the house. We'll be harvesting all the items from your house today, and I must get to work." I nervously back away, creaking open the door behind me. I give an innocent wave before turning, sack in hand, and leaving the house.
After only 20 minutes, my feet are dragging in the sand. I'm tired at it's too darn hot out! Bullets of sweat drip down my forehead. I perk up and it feels like I gain energy when i spot a nice, cool-looking water source. I run with the remainder of my energy to the water source. I think I've made it away from any villages, colonies, or whatever else by now. If this water is any good, I gotta live here. Before, my house wasn't really near too much water. I had to keep buying it from Ossany. It sucked.
Before I know it, my shoes are off, my feet are in the water, and I'm taking a break. I sigh a sigh of relief. The water is nice and cool. It feels very refreshing.
"Hey, Flash. Eager, are we?" I hear a feminine voice say. I look up to see a girl with an orange braid swung around her shoulder. She's bent over and washing some clothes in the water.
"Huh?"
"It's just that you got here awful quick. Not many visitors around this lil' lake. You going somewhere?"
"Uh, kind of," I explain. "I just kicked out of my home for doing witchcraft."
"Is that what's in that big 'ol sack?" she asks, gesturing at my bag. I give her a smile and nod.
"Yeah, it's my living. I need to take this stuff with me."
"Aw, well, I'm Alex," she tells me. "Say, would you mind doin' a fancy withcraft job for me?"
"Well, sure, I guess. What do you need? And, more importantly, what do I get?"
She paused for a second. "Hm. You just got kicked out, ah? Welp, you can sleep at my house tonight if you can do some enchantin'."
"Of course! Where do you live?" She gestures right behind us. A couple feet back is a house.
"Ya would've noticed if ya wasn't bein' so fast," she teases.
"Oh, right."
"Now then, why don't you finish yer lil' soak, I'll finish this here laundry, and we can go inside for dinner?" I nod at her.
"Can doosville!'
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I'm thinking about starting an art shop, but I dunno....
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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Here's the Set-up To my little story idea. If you have any questions, ideas, or comments, let me know.
"No! No! NOOO!" I squeal, almost out of breath as I run. "Come here, you THEIF! You DIRTY, ROTTEN THEIF!" I chase after him, kicking sand into dust as I run. Even though I am pretty much completely out of breath, I keep running. It had seemed I picked up to the culprit. But just as I reach for my prized enchantment table, I fell, defeated in the sand.
No! No, no, no! Endermen are theives! And this just proves it for sure! I'm sure they don't even know the basics of the complicated witchcraft of Brewing and Enchanting. As I stand, a lot of sand falls off of me. I sigh, wiping the sand off of me. I adjust the sleeves of my coat and begin to march back to my home. Living out here is stupid! Zombies constantly come to my door at night, I have to stay up worrying about creepers, Endermen steal my blocks, skeletons try to shoot me, and the list goes on! I wish I could just move...but I can't afford that.
I have been living up here for a very long time. I brew potions and enchant items for people to care to stop by my shack. I call it "The Shack of Wonders." In reality, though, it's just a bed, an enchantment table, a brewing stand, and books all about witchcraft. Oh, and how could I forget my money jar? I'm saving up to move, so after I buy food and water and whatever else I need to support myself, I put the rest in the jar. The money is all from the Shack. I tell tall tales and do witchcraft for travelers. The best part is when they tip me. There is no better feeling than getting extra money when you work.
I fling open the door to my shack. Just as I am about to toss myself on my bed, I hear the ring of a bell. I open the curtains.
"Why hello, traveler! How may I assist you is your endeavors today?" I ask, in a Gypsy voice I'd been working on. Standing on the other side is a fetching young man, with a bit of stubble on his chin. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He didn't even crack a grin or anything at my voice.
"Does this belong to you?" he says in a serious voice, gesturing at something on the ground next to him that I can't see. I poke my head out the window to see my Enchantment table sitting in the sand. I look back up at him and slowly nod.
"Isn't witchcraft illegal in this area?" he asks. He sounds frustrated. Before he can open his mouth to scold me more, I am half way out the window, picking up my Enchantment table. I place it in its regular spot and give the man an innocent smile.
"Why, sir," I say, still with the gypsy voice, "I know nothing of these things you speak. You buy or you leave, yes. Please leave me alone, thank you very much." I pull the curtains shut as he opens his mouth to, it seems like, yell at me. That's just the thing about where I live. My house is on the bordering edge of two claimed areas. One area allows witchcraft, but the other doesn't. People often question me about if what I do is legal. Those are usually bad days. It's embarrassing to have lawmen come up to you and ask you about things like that. Not to mention the fact that it drives out visitors.
Come to think of it, I hadn't even gotten any visitors today. I hope that guy outside didn't drive them out. I hear another bell ring. Ah-ha! So it didn't drive them out! I pull open the curtains again. I am met with the same intense blue eyes.
"What do want? Buy or go!" I shout.
"One strength potion," he demands, sliding 5 iron ingots across to me, as per the pricing outside. I stand for a second, dumbfounded.
"I'll get right on it, sir," I say, mentally slapping myself out of it. I quickly put the iron in my chest and begin to work on the potion. I place netherwarts into the brewing stand and light the bottom with my lighter.
"Now, as I was saying," he starts again.
"No, no, no!" I shout to him. "What is your name? Where are you from? Where are you off to?" He glares at me for a moment.
"I'm not a lawman," he starts, "so don't worry about that. Secondly, I came here to tell you that you need to leave."
"What?!" I shriek. "Why? Who are you!"
"I am from Brothany, one of the regions your house is in. We disallow witchcraft. I won't be needing that potion, by the way. As I was saying, though, you must leave here. I have talked it over with Ossany, the other region your house is in, and we agree, you cause nothing but trouble. Please, take this as your final warning." I hear a click. The water bottle is now heated and ready for new ingredients.
"Don't do it, that's not a good idea! Stop! Don't do it!" my mind whispers. It was too late, though. I picked up the hot water bottle and splashed it in his face.
"I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE," I shout. I reach into my chest for a sword. He clenches his face into his hands for a moment. He looks up as me and begins to pull the sword out of the holder on his back. I grab my iron one on top. Why did I do that...?
I'm thinking about starting an art shop, but I dunno....
Here's the actual beginning to the story!
PART 1-
His sword was completely out. I can faintly see him in a sort of battle stance, but my eyes focused on his sword. Rich! He's rich! It was made all of diamonds! It shined with a twinkle at me. Snap out of it! He's stronger than you, uh DUH.
"Did I say I wasn't going to leave? 'Cause I'm gonna leave right now!" I explain. "Listen, I just need some time to pack up and I'll be totally out of your hair!" I pack my brewing stand, my enchantment table, some ingredients, and a few pieces of chicken into a sack. I look at him again. By the look on his face, I probably can't come back here for a while. As an after-thought, I pack my jar, too.
"So, you'll forward my mail?" I joke. He gives me a stern look.
"Just leave the house. We'll be harvesting all the items from your house today, and I must get to work." I nervously back away, creaking open the door behind me. I give an innocent wave before turning, sack in hand, and leaving the house.
After only 20 minutes, my feet are dragging in the sand. I'm tired at it's too darn hot out! Bullets of sweat drip down my forehead. I perk up and it feels like I gain energy when i spot a nice, cool-looking water source. I run with the remainder of my energy to the water source. I think I've made it away from any villages, colonies, or whatever else by now. If this water is any good, I gotta live here. Before, my house wasn't really near too much water. I had to keep buying it from Ossany. It sucked.
Before I know it, my shoes are off, my feet are in the water, and I'm taking a break. I sigh a sigh of relief. The water is nice and cool. It feels very refreshing.
"Hey, Flash. Eager, are we?" I hear a feminine voice say. I look up to see a girl with an orange braid swung around her shoulder. She's bent over and washing some clothes in the water.
"Huh?"
"It's just that you got here awful quick. Not many visitors around this lil' lake. You going somewhere?"
"Uh, kind of," I explain. "I just kicked out of my home for doing witchcraft."
"Is that what's in that big 'ol sack?" she asks, gesturing at my bag. I give her a smile and nod.
"Yeah, it's my living. I need to take this stuff with me."
"Aw, well, I'm Alex," she tells me. "Say, would you mind doin' a fancy withcraft job for me?"
"Well, sure, I guess. What do you need? And, more importantly, what do I get?"
She paused for a second. "Hm. You just got kicked out, ah? Welp, you can sleep at my house tonight if you can do some enchantin'."
"Of course! Where do you live?" She gestures right behind us. A couple feet back is a house.
"Ya would've noticed if ya wasn't bein' so fast," she teases.
"Oh, right."
"Now then, why don't you finish yer lil' soak, I'll finish this here laundry, and we can go inside for dinner?" I nod at her.
"Can doosville!'
I'm thinking about starting an art shop, but I dunno....
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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