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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Ahhh, so I'm not the only one that goes straight down the content page, withholding my eagerness for more interesting subjects (like this one) until I have posted on other random, useless, subjects that I don't care about...
Nice to know!
Yah, I'm half-OCD like that, but not really OCD. It just annoys me when things are not done organized :P.
This is my entry. I wrote it pretty late at night, and it was meant to be a horror story originally but ended up being a really bizarre comedy. Don't ask.
Nightmare - Words: 1161
The bright morning sun shone high in the blue sky, bathing the wide grasslands below in the warm light of a new day. For miles and miles in all directions, flowing green hills rolled on into the distance, peaceful and undisturbed. Cows grazed in pastures and sheep trotted along trails. Trees grew from the ground, their leaves whistling in the soft wind. In short, it was another beautiful day in Minecraftia.
It was the perfect day for an adventure, thought Steve as he walked slowly up a hill and admired the landscape. He wore his signature bright blue shirt and dark blue pants, crisp and fresh for the day ahead. In his left hand he carried his trusty diamond pickaxe, the pick sharpened and polished. At his right side his pet wolf Darius trotted alongside him, tongue hanging out of his mouth, seeming just as excited as he was to tackle the day.
Steve walked for a few more minutes, until he approached the gray stone entrance to the cave he had been spelunking in for the past few months. As he stood at the entrance, a smile on his face and a spark in his blue eyes, about to head inside as he did every morning, a voice from behind startled him. “Hello, Steve.” Steve would have recognized the sneering snarl anywhere.
He whirled around, his diamond pickaxe held tightly in his hand, to see exactly the person he had been expecting. “Herobrine!” he said, his friendly expression turning to one of abrupt anger. And true to his voice, the man standing behind him was indeed Herobrine, traitorous brother of Notch and Dark Lord of the Nether. He wore a black hooded cloak and held in his hand a long iron scythe. His bright white eyes were narrowed. He smiled a fanged grin at Steve.
“What an astute observation, Steven.” Steve grimaced, hating his uncle’s habit of calling him by his proper name. “I see you’ve finally managed to craft a diamond pickaxe. I must say, it’s about time. You’ve been a miner for what, a decade now? Don’t you think it’s about time to give it up already? You know, settle down, find a girl, get a house?” Steve stamped his foot at his uncle’s audacity. How dare he come to Steve’s mine and then insult his life choices?
“I’m twenty-three, uncle.” said Steve, emphasizing the last word. “I have plenty of time to ‘settle down’. Darius is all the company I need. And for Notch’s sake, what have you put in your hair this time?” He pointed to the gel in Herobrine’s slick black hair.
“Oh, this?” said Herobrine, feigning surprise at Steve’s question even though he had been hoping he would ask. “Squid ink. I’ve found it’s delightfully rejuvenating to my scalp. I apply a new batch every morning. You ought to try it sometime. Perhaps if you actually took the time to freshen up every once in a while you might attract some actual women instead of the mangy dogs you keep company with now.” At this Darius growled, and Herobrine incinerated him with a flick of his hand, reducing him to a pile of ash.
“Hey, that was my dog! And I’ve dated plenty of women! I can’t think of their names right now but I’m sure I have!” said Steve, eliciting a snicker from Herobrine. Steve became angrier. “This from a man who spends his days and nights sitting in some Nether Fortress planning a revenge on Notch that he can never have, who has never had a relationship with anyone besides his filthy pigs?” Herobrine looked affronted.
“You take that back! Horatio is very well-groomed and me and him are just friends! And he is a pig-man. A pig-man!” Herobine growled in frustration but quickly regained his temper. His eyes had begun to fill with tears at Steve’s insult to his pig-men friend but he tried to stay strong. “Anyway, I’m not here to lecture you on your love life.” he said. “I’m here to take you to the Nether so your soul can burn there for eternity. Now are you coming or not?”
“You can’t do anything of the sort. You have no jurisdiction here. This is Minecraftia.” said Steve. Herobrine laughed, and made the eloquent hand gesture that summoned Nether Portals. Nothing happened. He tried again, and, when that didn’t work, a third time. Steve began to laugh. “It’s not going to work you idiot. This isn’t your world.”
“But . . . but . . .” Herobine stood there, repeating the hand gesture over and over again to no avail. “But that isn’t what’s supposed to happen! You’re supposed to come with me to the Nether! None of this is going as I planned it!” Steve shook his head in disapproval and walked closer to him.
“Do you require further proof, uncle? Case in point, if this were your world, I probably wouldn’t be able to do this. This one’s for my dog.” Before Herobine could ask what he was referring to, Steve raised his fist and punched him squarely in the face, and everything went black.
* * *
“NO!” Herobrine woke up in bed, screaming. He looked around him frantically for a few moments before he realized he was back in his bedroom in the Nether. He turned on the Redstone Lamp on his bedside table and looked around. He was wearing his black silk night clothes and a bottle of squid ink sat on his bedside table next to his Redstone Lamp. He gave a sigh of relief, and sat up in bed. It had all been a bad dream. “Horatio!” he called. He turned to a silver bell that hung from a rope above his bedside table and rang it furiously, causing loud chimes to echo through the halls outside his bedroom.
A few minutes later a tired-looking zombie pigman in a tuxedo resembling a butler’s uniform entered the room. He looked at the indignant Herobrine and grunted something that translated roughly to: What does the illustrious Dark Lord Herobrine desire?
“I . . . I had a nightmare. It was about Steven. I tried to bring him to the Nether but my powers didn’t work and he punched me in the face. I want you to read me a bedtime story.” said Herobrine, his arms crossed and his slick hair shining. Horatio sighed.
But this is the third time this week-
“Did I ask for your lip, Horatio? Or did I ask you to read me a bedtime story? Now when you’re ready to be nice and do your job, The Two Brothers of Minecraftia is right on top of the fireplace.” Knowing it was useless to argue with him, the pig-man sighed again and picked up the book. He sat down at the edge of the bed, opened the book, and began to read it in grunts.
Once upon the time, in the land of Minecraftia, there were two brothers. One was named Notch, and the other Herobrine . . .
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“Good night, George.” she whispered and planted a kiss on her son’s forehead.
“Good night.” he replied. His mother ruffled his hair and George turned around and closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep.
He heard the door close and the soft, whispery winds of the wind on his neck and what he thought were the snores of his younger brother on the bed in the corner.
How am I going to sleep, thought George. He turned to look at the open window.
The curtains flailing and the glass cold, George could see the fog covering the window and hiding the hilltops from his eyes. George did not fall asleep.
George was only 12, he was quite average. Auburn swept hair over a pale face, he was thin and an inch taller than average, but his personality was far from interesting. Hunter was his older brother. He was popular, daring, and 15. To the girls in school, had way better good looks than any of the other boys. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice tan and was just so dang hot. Which annoyed George so very much. To the boys, he was just plain awesome.
No one actually remembered his brother, George. Save George’s best friend, Lynk. Who was teased for having a name no one understood and no one knew that Rick was his older brother, because he was too popular for Lynk.
“Is she awake?” George turned to see his brother sitting up from his bed.
“Mother?” George asked in wonder. “She had gone to bed a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?”
Hunter stood up and swept away the covers and went to the open window. “Is this window big enough for me to fit through?”
George cocked his head to the right, “Why are you asking? You aren’t going out again, father said no.”
Hunter shrugs. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them!” he complains. “Plus, I promised my friends I’d meet them at the entrance of the forest. I mean...” Hunter grins crazily and lowers his voice for only George to hear.
“Ashley, will be there.”
George blushes and scowls. “Fine.” he says, sweeping the covers away. “I’m coming with you, but what happens if father comes in?”
Hunter grabs a big pillow and stuffs it under his blanket and does the same for George. “Easy, father never disturbs our sleep!” Hunter snickers and opens the window wider. “The window is big enough. C’mon.”
Hunter grabbed a bag from under his pillow and put his left leg through the window and pulled himself up, he put his right leg through the window and hopped out. George packed a bag of things he might need and slung a jacket over his back along with a cap. George followed Hunter out the window, but much, much slower.
The wind grabbed at his collar as he clung onto his jacket.
“It’s awfully cold, Hunter.” George whispered. Hunter only stared at him, before jumping over the fence and running down the hill.
“Why him?” George muttered. He opened the fence gate and closed it, but did not lock it. He was already too far to notice, trying to catch up to his brother. CLANK! The gate hit the fence noisily and the wind was trying to get their attention. It hoped their father would find them, but it was already too late.
“Hunter! You made it, man!” Rick walked towards Hunter and patted him on the back after doing some kind of handshake. Rick looked behind him, at George.
“Why did you bring him?” he scowled. George hangs his hand and feels a pat on his back.
“It’s okay. I’m here too.” Lynk stands beside him as George’s smile lights up.
“I’m pretty glad to see you, Lynk.” he says, Lynk only winks his right eye. Rick comes in between George and Lynk and introduces the rest of them.
First is Tyler, Rick’s best friend. He comes with Rick everywhere and helps and supports him in everything. In which, sometimes isn’t so good for his reputation, but is popular either way,
Second is Lyra. One of Hunter’s closest friends who goes along with him, part of the popular clique in school, who’s pretty stuck up and bossy. She came anyway, to show she isn’t just pretty in pink. Which she hopes herself is true.
Last is Ashley, on whom George has a crush on. He know he has no chance with her, of course. Like Lyra, she’s too far out into a high school hierarchy. Unlike Lyra, she’s actually caring and kind, but has never talked or even seen George in her life. That she remembers.
George drools unnoticed, thankfully, towards Ashley. Lynk snaps him out though, this might be their only chance for popularity.
“We’re off. I found this hut in the center of the woods yesterday at 2:00. We should all check it out.” says Rick. “Save those two.” he points at George and Lynk. Rick, Tyler and Lyra laugh, Hunter snickers a little. Ashley just stands there and smiles.
“Well. Turn on your flashlights. Let’s go.” Tyler says. Everyone reaches into their bags and takes out a flashlight, and they work their way into the woods.
The leaves sway and the grasshoppers sing, it’s only the complaining of mud on Lyra’s new jeans that annoys anyone.
“These are brand new!” she complains and groans deeply.
“Shut up, Lyra. We’re trying to do something!” Rick shouts. George turns and sees Lyra scowling and cursing silently behind him.
“Geez.” Lynk mutters.
After a few minutes of cursing, shouting and snake-looking vines, they arrive at a dirt hut, lined with yellow dandelions and red roses. A four block tower with tiki heads around it stuck on bamboo sticks.
“Looks like a shrine.” Hunter notes. “We should, dig in this area. What if there’s treasure down there?” he looks up and imagines.
“I’m not getting any more dirt on my clothes!” Lyra complains again.
“Let’s just dig,” Tyler starts and then directs his gaze towards Lyra, “and play the quiet game! How does that sound?” he teases.
All of them take out their shovels and begin digging within the dirt mound, save George and Lynk. Who attempt to break branches and use the thickest one to dig.
“Have any of you found anything?” Ashley cries. A chorus of high and low pitched of no’s follow.
CLINK! “I found something!” George shouts. Surprised, they all start tripping over roots and hitting each other to be the first to see what George found. When they had gathered, in skin of might become bruises and a few scratches, a turcoise shaped block sits.
“Is that, what I think... It is?” Lynk says, his eyes sparkling as he reaches his hand to grab it.
“No!” Rick slaps his hand away and grabs the block. “By Notch! I’m gonna be rich!” he laughs crazily and begins to run away.
“Hey!” Tyler and Hunter shout. “That was for all of us!” Rick still runs into the forest. Leaving all of them.
“I told you he was a jerk.” Lyra said to all of them. “We made the trip for nothing.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!” All of them turn their faces to where Rick last was, and there he is now. Lying on the floor in a puddle of red.
They scream and back away, jaws open, eyes horrified.
“How did he even get back here, he was far already!” Ashley screamed. “We gotta get out of here!”
“But you were just in time.”
The group falls backward and a floating man in a turcoise robe, face hidden in shadow, hovers above them. The leaves and the stars grow quiet with his prescense and nothing moves.
“You scared the Nether out of us!” Tyler shouts and points a finger at the figure. The figure stands still. “You want this to get physical?!” Tyler shouts.
“Where we are going, we do not need the physical.”
George can feel his face. Turning into grains of sand. First, his feet. His knees, his waist, his shoulders, his neck, his face. With a last scream, George is gone. He remembers the sound of waves. The salt entering his lungs, or perhaps... It isn’t salt.
George opens his eyes and he sees all his friends in a space of black and white waters, orbs floating about with every breath they try to take. He looks at his hands, and he is alive. He has nothing to do, and he cannot breathe.
George begins to choke, and he shakes his hands in a frenzy, trying to swim up from wherever he is. He just wants to live.
He has about a ten seconds, the surface is right there. His face is beginning to turn purple and his hands and feet numb. He cannot feel them anymore. He’s almost there. Five seconds ring in his mind, and he knows he can make it. His eyes are forcing shut, and he can’t feel his arms and legs, and the growing pain in his lungs well up. Three. He reaches a hand out. Two. Another. One.
The man in the turcoise robe is now shown. He wears the clothes of the Hero Steve. He is not Steve. He looks up at George, and George knows that this is already the End, when he looks into the eyes of the man. George opens his mouth and the man only waves a heavy goodbye, and with it his life and soul. He was devoured by the sea of stars, in which none can survive.
I pulled out my map for directions. I was nearly 500 meters away from house. That’s not that far, I thought. I can make it before dawn! I placed my map in my inventory and started walking, being cautious about my declining food bar. As I walked, the biome changed from grassland to snow. I stepped foot in the ice and I instantly felt chills run down my spine. I searched my pack and put on some leather gauntlets to keep warm. I kept my sword handy just I case if I ever ran into some trouble. I spent countless hours in the making of my diamond sword, and now it is all about to pay off.
While I treaded through the heavy snow, I heard a noise. Footsteps coming from behind me. I shot around, surveying the area, but saw nothing. M-must have been a pig or something, I nervously assured myself. I crept along and continued my journey. No more than two steps later, the sound of faint breathing sent me up the nearest tree. I was shaking vigorously, from the cold and from fright. Trying to regain my stability, I felt a cold structure tap my right shoulder. Shaking like an earthquake, I slowly turned around and screamed in terror. Right in front of my face stood what appeared to be a person, oddly similar to me, with glowing white eyes. Herobrine!
I jumped off the tree and ran for dear life, regarding my health bar. Everywhere I turned, he stood waiting for me. After miles of running, I quickly dug a hole in the ground three blocks deep and fitted myself in it, covering up the opening in the ground. Panting like a dog, I took in a deep breath and took a bit of a pork chop I was saving. Before I could finish it, a pair of glowing eyes formed in front of me.
Then everything went black…
I pulled out my map for directions. I was nearly 500 meters away from house. That’s not that far, I thought. I can make it before dawn! I placed my map in my inventory and started walking, being cautious about my declining food bar. As I walked, the biome changed from grassland to snow. I stepped foot in the ice and I instantly felt chills run down my spine. I searched my pack and put on some leather gauntlets to keep warm. I kept my sword handy just I case if I ever ran into some trouble. I spent countless hours in the making of my diamond sword, and now it is all about to pay off.
While I treaded through the heavy snow, I heard a noise. Footsteps coming from behind me. I shot around, surveying the area, but saw nothing. M-must have been a pig or something, I nervously assured myself. I crept along and continued my journey. No more than two steps later, the sound of faint breathing sent me up the nearest tree. I was shaking vigorously, from the cold and from fright. Trying to regain my stability, I felt a cold structure tap my right shoulder. Shaking like an earthquake, I slowly turned around and screamed in terror. Right in front of my face stood what appeared to be a person, oddly similar to me, with glowing white eyes. Herobrine!
I jumped off the tree and ran for dear life, regarding my health bar. Everywhere I turned, he stood waiting for me. After miles of running, I quickly dug a hole in the ground three blocks deep and fitted myself in it, covering up the opening in the ground. Panting like a dog, I took in a deep breath and took a bit of a pork chop I was saving. Before I could finish it, a pair of glowing eyes formed in front of me.
Then everything went black…
“Good night, George.” she whispered and planted a kiss on her son’s forehead.
“Good night.” he replied. His mother ruffled his hair and George turned around and closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep.
He heard the door close and the soft, whispery winds of the wind on his neck and what he thought were the snores of his younger brother on the bed in the corner.
How am I going to sleep, thought George. He turned to look at the open window.
The curtains flailing and the glass cold, George could see the fog covering the window and hiding the hilltops from his eyes. George did not fall asleep.
George was only 12, he was quite average. Auburn swept hair over a pale face, he was thin and an inch taller than average, but his personality was far from interesting. Hunter was his older brother. He was popular, daring, and 15. To the girls in school, had way better good looks than any of the other boys. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice tan and was just so dang hot. Which annoyed George so very much. To the boys, he was just plain awesome.
No one actually remembered his brother, George. Save George’s best friend, Lynk. Who was teased for having a name no one understood and no one knew that Rick was his older brother, because he was too popular for Lynk.
“Is she awake?” George turned to see his brother sitting up from his bed.
“Mother?” George asked in wonder. “She had gone to bed a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?”
Hunter stood up and swept away the covers and went to the open window. “Is this window big enough for me to fit through?”
George cocked his head to the right, “Why are you asking? You aren’t going out again, father said no.”
Hunter shrugs. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them!” he complains. “Plus, I promised my friends I’d meet them at the entrance of the forest. I mean...” Hunter grins crazily and lowers his voice for only George to hear.
“Ashley, will be there.”
George blushes and scowls. “Fine.” he says, sweeping the covers away. “I’m coming with you, but what happens if father comes in?”
Hunter grabs a big pillow and stuffs it under his blanket and does the same for George. “Easy, father never disturbs our sleep!” Hunter snickers and opens the window wider. “The window is big enough. C’mon.”
Hunter grabbed a bag from under his pillow and put his left leg through the window and pulled himself up, he put his right leg through the window and hopped out. George packed a bag of things he might need and slung a jacket over his back along with a cap. George followed Hunter out the window, but much, much slower.
The wind grabbed at his collar as he clung onto his jacket.
“It’s awfully cold, Hunter.” George whispered. Hunter only stared at him, before jumping over the fence and running down the hill.
“Why him?” George muttered. He opened the fence gate and closed it, but did not lock it. He was already too far to notice, trying to catch up to his brother. CLANK! The gate hit the fence noisily and the wind was trying to get their attention. It hoped their father would find them, but it was already too late.
“Hunter! You made it, man!” Rick walked towards Hunter and patted him on the back after doing some kind of handshake. Rick looked behind him, at George.
“Why did you bring him?” he scowled. George hangs his hand and feels a pat on his back.
“It’s okay. I’m here too.” Lynk stands beside him as George’s smile lights up.
“I’m pretty glad to see you, Lynk.” he says, Lynk only winks his right eye. Rick comes in between George and Lynk and introduces the rest of them.
First is Tyler, Rick’s best friend. He comes with Rick everywhere and helps and supports him in everything. In which, sometimes isn’t so good for his reputation, but is popular either way,
Second is Lyra. One of Hunter’s closest friends who goes along with him, part of the popular clique in school, who’s pretty stuck up and bossy. She came anyway, to show she isn’t just pretty in pink. Which she hopes herself is true.
Last is Ashley, on whom George has a crush on. He know he has no chance with her, of course. Like Lyra, she’s too far out into a high school hierarchy. Unlike Lyra, she’s actually caring and kind, but has never talked or even seen George in her life. That she remembers.
George drools unnoticed, thankfully, towards Ashley. Lynk snaps him out though, this might be their only chance for popularity.
“We’re off. I found this hut in the center of the woods yesterday at 2:00. We should all check it out.” says Rick. “Save those two.” he points at George and Lynk. Rick, Tyler and Lyra laugh, Hunter snickers a little. Ashley just stands there and smiles.
“Well. Turn on your flashlights. Let’s go.” Tyler says. Everyone reaches into their bags and takes out a flashlight, and they work their way into the woods.
The leaves sway and the grasshoppers sing, it’s only the complaining of mud on Lyra’s new jeans that annoys anyone.
“These are brand new!” she complains and groans deeply.
“Shut up, Lyra. We’re trying to do something!” Rick shouts. George turns and sees Lyra scowling and cursing silently behind him.
“Geez.” Lynk mutters.
After a few minutes of cursing, shouting and snake-looking vines, they arrive at a dirt hut, lined with yellow dandelions and red roses. A four block tower with tiki heads around it stuck on bamboo sticks.
“Looks like a shrine.” Hunter notes. “We should, dig in this area. What if there’s treasure down there?” he looks up and imagines.
“I’m not getting any more dirt on my clothes!” Lyra complains again.
“Let’s just dig,” Tyler starts and then directs his gaze towards Lyra, “and play the quiet game! How does that sound?” he teases.
All of them take out their shovels and begin digging within the dirt mound, save George and Lynk. Who attempt to break branches and use the thickest one to dig.
“Have any of you found anything?” Ashley cries. A chorus of high and low pitched of no’s follow.
CLINK! “I found something!” George shouts. Surprised, they all start tripping over roots and hitting each other to be the first to see what George found. When they had gathered, in skin of might become bruises and a few scratches, a turcoise shaped block sits.
“Is that, what I think... It is?” Lynk says, his eyes sparkling as he reaches his hand to grab it.
“No!” Rick slaps his hand away and grabs the block. “By Notch! I’m gonna be rich!” he laughs crazily and begins to run away.
“Hey!” Tyler and Hunter shout. “That was for all of us!” Rick still runs into the forest. Leaving all of them.
“I told you he was a jerk.” Lyra said to all of them. “We made the trip for nothing.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!” All of them turn their faces to where Rick last was, and there he is now. Lying on the floor in a puddle of red.
They scream and back away, jaws open, eyes horrified.
“How did he even get back here, he was far already!” Ashley screamed. “We gotta get out of here!”
“But you were just in time.”
The group falls backward and a floating man in a turcoise robe, face hidden in shadow, hovers above them. The leaves and the stars grow quiet with his prescense and nothing moves.
“You scared the Nether out of us!” Tyler shouts and points a finger at the figure. The figure stands still. “You want this to get physical?!” Tyler shouts.
“Where we are going, we do not need the physical.”
George can feel his face. Turning into grains of sand. First, his feet. His knees, his waist, his shoulders, his neck, his face. With a last scream, George is gone. He remembers the sound of waves. The salt entering his lungs, or perhaps... It isn’t salt.
George opens his eyes and he sees all his friends in a space of black and white waters, orbs floating about with every breath they try to take. He looks at his hands, and he is alive. He has nothing to do, and he cannot breathe.
George begins to choke, and he shakes his hands in a frenzy, trying to swim up from wherever he is. He just wants to live.
He has about a ten seconds, the surface is right there. His face is beginning to turn purple and his hands and feet numb. He cannot feel them anymore. He’s almost there. Five seconds ring in his mind, and he knows he can make it. His eyes are forcing shut, and he can’t feel his arms and legs, and the growing pain in his lungs well up. Three. He reaches a hand out. Two. Another. One.
The man in the turcoise robe is now shown. He wears the clothes of the Hero Steve. He is not Steve. He looks up at George, and George knows that this is already the End, when he looks into the eyes of the man. George opens his mouth and the man only waves a heavy goodbye, and with it his life and soul. He was devoured by the sea of stars, in which none can survive.
And George woke up.
And I expected him to live in his dream. T_T
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
This is my entry. I wrote it pretty late at night, and it was meant to be a horror story originally but ended up being a really bizarre comedy. Don't ask.
Nightmare - Words: 1161
The bright morning sun shone high in the blue sky, bathing the wide grasslands below in the warm light of a new day. For miles and miles in all directions, flowing green hills rolled on into the distance, peaceful and undisturbed. Cows grazed in pastures and sheep trotted along trails. Trees grew from the ground, their leaves whistling in the soft wind. In short, it was another beautiful day in Minecraftia.
It was the perfect day for an adventure, thought Steve as he walked slowly up a hill and admired the landscape. He wore his signature bright blue shirt and dark blue pants, crisp and fresh for the day ahead. In his left hand he carried his trusty diamond pickaxe, the pick sharpened and polished. At his right side his pet wolf Darius trotted alongside him, tongue hanging out of his mouth, seeming just as excited as he was to tackle the day.
Steve walked for a few more minutes, until he approached the gray stone entrance to the cave he had been spelunking in for the past few months. As he stood at the entrance, a smile on his face and a spark in his blue eyes, about to head inside as he did every morning, a voice from behind startled him. “Hello, Steve.” Steve would have recognized the sneering snarl anywhere.
He whirled around, his diamond pickaxe held tightly in his hand, to see exactly the person he had been expecting. “Herobrine!” he said, his friendly expression turning to one of abrupt anger. And true to his voice, the man standing behind him was indeed Herobrine, traitorous brother of Notch and Dark Lord of the Nether. He wore a black hooded cloak and held in his hand a long iron scythe. His bright white eyes were narrowed. He smiled a fanged grin at Steve.
“What an astute observation, Steven.” Steve grimaced, hating his uncle’s habit of calling him by his proper name. “I see you’ve finally managed to craft a diamond pickaxe. I must say, it’s about time. You’ve been a miner for what, a decade now? Don’t you think it’s about time to give it up already? You know, settle down, find a girl, get a house?” Steve stamped his foot at his uncle’s audacity. How dare he come to Steve’s mine and then insult his life choices?
“I’m twenty-three, uncle.” said Steve, emphasizing the last word. “I have plenty of time to ‘settle down’. Darius is all the company I need. And for Notch’s sake, what have you put in your hair this time?” He pointed to the gel in Herobrine’s slick black hair.
“Oh, this?” said Herobrine, feigning surprise at Steve’s question even though he had been hoping he would ask. “Squid ink. I’ve found it’s delightfully rejuvenating to my scalp. I apply a new batch every morning. You ought to try it sometime. Perhaps if you actually took the time to freshen up every once in a while you might attract some actual women instead of the mangy dogs you keep company with now.” At this Darius growled, and Herobrine incinerated him with a flick of his hand, reducing him to a pile of ash.
“Hey, that was my dog! And I’ve dated plenty of women! I can’t think of their names right now but I’m sure I have!” said Steve, eliciting a snicker from Herobrine. Steve became angrier. “This from a man who spends his days and nights sitting in some Nether Fortress planning a revenge on Notch that he can never have, who has never had a relationship with anyone besides his filthy pigs?” Herobrine looked affronted.
“You take that back! Horatio is very well-groomed and me and him are just friends! And he is a pig-man. A pig-man!” Herobine growled in frustration but quickly regained his temper. His eyes had begun to fill with tears at Steve’s insult to his pig-men friend but he tried to stay strong. “Anyway, I’m not here to lecture you on your love life.” he said. “I’m here to take you to the Nether so your soul can burn there for eternity. Now are you coming or not?”
“You can’t do anything of the sort. You have no jurisdiction here. This is Minecraftia.” said Steve. Herobrine laughed, and made the eloquent hand gesture that summoned Nether Portals. Nothing happened. He tried again, and, when that didn’t work, a third time. Steve began to laugh. “It’s not going to work you idiot. This isn’t your world.”
“But . . . but . . .” Herobine stood there, repeating the hand gesture over and over again to no avail. “But that isn’t what’s supposed to happen! You’re supposed to come with me to the Nether! None of this is going as I planned it!” Steve shook his head in disapproval and walked closer to him.
“Do you require further proof, uncle? Case in point, if this were your world, I probably wouldn’t be able to do this. This one’s for my dog.” Before Herobine could ask what he was referring to, Steve raised his fist and punched him squarely in the face, and everything went black.
* * *
“NO!” Herobrine woke up in bed, screaming. He looked around him frantically for a few moments before he realized he was back in his bedroom in the Nether. He turned on the Redstone Lamp on his bedside table and looked around. He was wearing his black silk night clothes and a bottle of squid ink sat on his bedside table next to his Redstone Lamp. He gave a sigh of relief, and sat up in bed. It had all been a bad dream. “Horatio!” he called. He turned to a silver bell that hung from a rope above his bedside table and rang it furiously, causing loud chimes to echo through the halls outside his bedroom.
A few minutes later a tired-looking zombie pigman in a tuxedo resembling a butler’s uniform entered the room. He looked at the indignant Herobrine and grunted something that translated roughly to: What does the illustrious Dark Lord Herobrine desire?
“I . . . I had a nightmare. It was about Steven. I tried to bring him to the Nether but my powers didn’t work and he punched me in the face. I want you to read me a bedtime story.” said Herobrine, his arms crossed and his slick hair shining. Horatio sighed.
But this is the third time this week-
“Did I ask for your lip, Horatio? Or did I ask you to read me a bedtime story? Now when you’re ready to be nice and do your job, The Two Brothers of Minecraftia is right on top of the fireplace.” Knowing it was useless to argue with him, the pig-man sighed again and picked up the book. He sat down at the edge of the bed, opened the book, and began to read it in grunts.
Once upon the time, in the land of Minecraftia, there were two brothers. One was named Notch, and the other Herobrine . . .
The End
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It's more of like a warning sign. I can't take writing such stories with that kind of ending. I can read it, like the ones in Neil Gaiman's SANDMAN series, but should I change that ending?
Consider that a window into my bizarre sense of humor.
Fun Fact: A bumbling idiot Herobrine and his pig-man sidekick Horatio was one of my ideas for a comedy story. Sadly, it never panned out, but who knows? "Horatio" being Hamlet's friend in Hamlet.
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This is my entry. I wrote it pretty late at night, and it was meant to be a horror story originally but ended up being a really bizarre comedy. Don't ask.
Nightmare - Words: 1161
The bright morning sun shone high in the blue sky, bathing the wide grasslands below in the warm light of a new day. For miles and miles in all directions, flowing green hills rolled on into the distance, peaceful and undisturbed. Cows grazed in pastures and sheep trotted along trails. Trees grew from the ground, their leaves whistling in the soft wind. In short, it was another beautiful day in Minecraftia.
It was the perfect day for an adventure, thought Steve as he walked slowly up a hill and admired the landscape. He wore his signature bright blue shirt and dark blue pants, crisp and fresh for the day ahead. In his left hand he carried his trusty diamond pickaxe, the pick sharpened and polished. At his right side his pet wolf Darius trotted alongside him, tongue hanging out of his mouth, seeming just as excited as he was to tackle the day.
Steve walked for a few more minutes, until he approached the gray stone entrance to the cave he had been spelunking in for the past few months. As he stood at the entrance, a smile on his face and a spark in his blue eyes, about to head inside as he did every morning, a voice from behind startled him. “Hello, Steve.” Steve would have recognized the sneering snarl anywhere.
He whirled around, his diamond pickaxe held tightly in his hand, to see exactly the person he had been expecting. “Herobrine!” he said, his friendly expression turning to one of abrupt anger. And true to his voice, the man standing behind him was indeed Herobrine, traitorous brother of Notch and Dark Lord of the Nether. He wore a black hooded cloak and held in his hand a long iron scythe. His bright white eyes were narrowed. He smiled a fanged grin at Steve.
“What an astute observation, Steven.” Steve grimaced, hating his uncle’s habit of calling him by his proper name. “I see you’ve finally managed to craft a diamond pickaxe. I must say, it’s about time. You’ve been a miner for what, a decade now? Don’t you think it’s about time to give it up already? You know, settle down, find a girl, get a house?” Steve stamped his foot at his uncle’s audacity. How dare he come to Steve’s mine and then insult his life choices?
“I’m twenty-three, uncle.” said Steve, emphasizing the last word. “I have plenty of time to ‘settle down’. Darius is all the company I need. And for Notch’s sake, what have you put in your hair this time?” He pointed to the gel in Herobrine’s slick black hair.
“Oh, this?” said Herobrine, feigning surprise at Steve’s question even though he had been hoping he would ask. “Squid ink. I’ve found it’s delightfully rejuvenating to my scalp. I apply a new batch every morning. You ought to try it sometime. Perhaps if you actually took the time to freshen up every once in a while you might attract some actual women instead of the mangy dogs you keep company with now.” At this Darius growled, and Herobrine incinerated him with a flick of his hand, reducing him to a pile of ash.
“Hey, that was my dog! And I’ve dated plenty of women! I can’t think of their names right now but I’m sure I have!” said Steve, eliciting a snicker from Herobrine. Steve became angrier. “This from a man who spends his days and nights sitting in some Nether Fortress planning a revenge on Notch that he can never have, who has never had a relationship with anyone besides his filthy pigs?” Herobrine looked affronted.
“You take that back! Horatio is very well-groomed and me and him are just friends! And he is a pig-man. A pig-man!” Herobine growled in frustration but quickly regained his temper. His eyes had begun to fill with tears at Steve’s insult to his pig-men friend but he tried to stay strong. “Anyway, I’m not here to lecture you on your love life.” he said. “I’m here to take you to the Nether so your soul can burn there for eternity. Now are you coming or not?”
“You can’t do anything of the sort. You have no jurisdiction here. This is Minecraftia.” said Steve. Herobrine laughed, and made the eloquent hand gesture that summoned Nether Portals. Nothing happened. He tried again, and, when that didn’t work, a third time. Steve began to laugh. “It’s not going to work you idiot. This isn’t your world.”
“But . . . but . . .” Herobine stood there, repeating the hand gesture over and over again to no avail. “But that isn’t what’s supposed to happen! You’re supposed to come with me to the Nether! None of this is going as I planned it!” Steve shook his head in disapproval and walked closer to him.
“Do you require further proof, uncle? Case in point, if this were your world, I probably wouldn’t be able to do this. This one’s for my dog.” Before Herobine could ask what he was referring to, Steve raised his fist and punched him squarely in the face, and everything went black.
* * *
“NO!” Herobrine woke up in bed, screaming. He looked around him frantically for a few moments before he realized he was back in his bedroom in the Nether. He turned on the Redstone Lamp on his bedside table and looked around. He was wearing his black silk night clothes and a bottle of squid ink sat on his bedside table next to his Redstone Lamp. He gave a sigh of relief, and sat up in bed. It had all been a bad dream. “Horatio!” he called. He turned to a silver bell that hung from a rope above his bedside table and rang it furiously, causing loud chimes to echo through the halls outside his bedroom.
A few minutes later a tired-looking zombie pigman in a tuxedo resembling a butler’s uniform entered the room. He looked at the indignant Herobrine and grunted something that translated roughly to: What does the illustrious Dark Lord Herobrine desire?
“I . . . I had a nightmare. It was about Steven. I tried to bring him to the Nether but my powers didn’t work and he punched me in the face. I want you to read me a bedtime story.” said Herobrine, his arms crossed and his slick hair shining. Horatio sighed.
But this is the third time this week-
“Did I ask for your lip, Horatio? Or did I ask you to read me a bedtime story? Now when you’re ready to be nice and do your job, The Two Brothers of Minecraftia is right on top of the fireplace.” Knowing it was useless to argue with him, the pig-man sighed again and picked up the book. He sat down at the edge of the bed, opened the book, and began to read it in grunts.
Once upon the time, in the land of Minecraftia, there were two brothers. One was named Notch, and the other Herobrine . . .
The End
I like it... Funny that it was Herobrine's Nightmare.
“Good night, George.” she whispered and planted a kiss on her son’s forehead.
“Good night.” he replied. His mother ruffled his hair and George turned around and closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep.
He heard the door close and the soft, whispery winds of the wind on his neck and what he thought were the snores of his younger brother on the bed in the corner.
How am I going to sleep, thought George. He turned to look at the open window.
The curtains flailing and the glass cold, George could see the fog covering the window and hiding the hilltops from his eyes. George did not fall asleep.
George was only 12, he was quite average. Auburn swept hair over a pale face, he was thin and an inch taller than average, but his personality was far from interesting. Hunter was his older brother. He was popular, daring, and 15. To the girls in school, had way better good looks than any of the other boys. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice tan and was just so dang hot. Which annoyed George so very much. To the boys, he was just plain awesome.
No one actually remembered his brother, George. Save George’s best friend, Lynk. Who was teased for having a name no one understood and no one knew that Rick was his older brother, because he was too popular for Lynk.
“Is she awake?” George turned to see his brother sitting up from his bed.
“Mother?” George asked in wonder. “She had gone to bed a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?”
Hunter stood up and swept away the covers and went to the open window. “Is this window big enough for me to fit through?”
George cocked his head to the right, “Why are you asking? You aren’t going out again, father said no.”
Hunter shrugs. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them!” he complains. “Plus, I promised my friends I’d meet them at the entrance of the forest. I mean...” Hunter grins crazily and lowers his voice for only George to hear.
“Ashley, will be there.”
George blushes and scowls. “Fine.” he says, sweeping the covers away. “I’m coming with you, but what happens if father comes in?”
Hunter grabs a big pillow and stuffs it under his blanket and does the same for George. “Easy, father never disturbs our sleep!” Hunter snickers and opens the window wider. “The window is big enough. C’mon.”
Hunter grabbed a bag from under his pillow and put his left leg through the window and pulled himself up, he put his right leg through the window and hopped out. George packed a bag of things he might need and slung a jacket over his back along with a cap. George followed Hunter out the window, but much, much slower.
The wind grabbed at his collar as he clung onto his jacket.
“It’s awfully cold, Hunter.” George whispered. Hunter only stared at him, before jumping over the fence and running down the hill.
“Why him?” George muttered. He opened the fence gate and closed it, but did not lock it. He was already too far to notice, trying to catch up to his brother. CLANK! The gate hit the fence noisily and the wind was trying to get their attention. It hoped their father would find them, but it was already too late.
“Hunter! You made it, man!” Rick walked towards Hunter and patted him on the back after doing some kind of handshake. Rick looked behind him, at George.
“Why did you bring him?” he scowled. George hangs his hand and feels a pat on his back.
“It’s okay. I’m here too.” Lynk stands beside him as George’s smile lights up.
“I’m pretty glad to see you, Lynk.” he says, Lynk only winks his right eye. Rick comes in between George and Lynk and introduces the rest of them.
First is Tyler, Rick’s best friend. He comes with Rick everywhere and helps and supports him in everything. In which, sometimes isn’t so good for his reputation, but is popular either way,
Second is Lyra. One of Hunter’s closest friends who goes along with him, part of the popular clique in school, who’s pretty stuck up and bossy. She came anyway, to show she isn’t just pretty in pink. Which she hopes herself is true.
Last is Ashley, on whom George has a crush on. He know he has no chance with her, of course. Like Lyra, she’s too far out into a high school hierarchy. Unlike Lyra, she’s actually caring and kind, but has never talked or even seen George in her life. That she remembers.
George drools unnoticed, thankfully, towards Ashley. Lynk snaps him out though, this might be their only chance for popularity.
“We’re off. I found this hut in the center of the woods yesterday at 2:00. We should all check it out.” says Rick. “Save those two.” he points at George and Lynk. Rick, Tyler and Lyra laugh, Hunter snickers a little. Ashley just stands there and smiles.
“Well. Turn on your flashlights. Let’s go.” Tyler says. Everyone reaches into their bags and takes out a flashlight, and they work their way into the woods.
The leaves sway and the grasshoppers sing, it’s only the complaining of mud on Lyra’s new jeans that annoys anyone.
“These are brand new!” she complains and groans deeply.
“Shut up, Lyra. We’re trying to do something!” Rick shouts. George turns and sees Lyra scowling and cursing silently behind him.
“Geez.” Lynk mutters.
After a few minutes of cursing, shouting and snake-looking vines, they arrive at a dirt hut, lined with yellow dandelions and red roses. A four block tower with tiki heads around it stuck on bamboo sticks.
“Looks like a shrine.” Hunter notes. “We should, dig in this area. What if there’s treasure down there?” he looks up and imagines.
“I’m not getting any more dirt on my clothes!” Lyra complains again.
“Let’s just dig,” Tyler starts and then directs his gaze towards Lyra, “and play the quiet game! How does that sound?” he teases.
All of them take out their shovels and begin digging within the dirt mound, save George and Lynk. Who attempt to break branches and use the thickest one to dig.
“Have any of you found anything?” Ashley cries. A chorus of high and low pitched of no’s follow.
CLINK! “I found something!” George shouts. Surprised, they all start tripping over roots and hitting each other to be the first to see what George found. When they had gathered, in skin of might become bruises and a few scratches, a turcoise shaped block sits.
“Is that, what I think... It is?” Lynk says, his eyes sparkling as he reaches his hand to grab it.
“No!” Rick slaps his hand away and grabs the block. “By Notch! I’m gonna be rich!” he laughs crazily and begins to run away.
“Hey!” Tyler and Hunter shout. “That was for all of us!” Rick still runs into the forest. Leaving all of them.
“I told you he was a jerk.” Lyra said to all of them. “We made the trip for nothing.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!” All of them turn their faces to where Rick last was, and there he is now. Lying on the floor in a puddle of red.
They scream and back away, jaws open, eyes horrified.
“How did he even get back here, he was far already!” Ashley screamed. “We gotta get out of here!”
“But you were just in time.”
The group falls backward and a floating man in a turcoise robe, face hidden in shadow, hovers above them. The leaves and the stars grow quiet with his prescense and nothing moves.
“You scared the Nether out of us!” Tyler shouts and points a finger at the figure. The figure stands still. “You want this to get physical?!” Tyler shouts.
“Where we are going, we do not need the physical.”
George can feel his face. Turning into grains of sand. First, his feet. His knees, his waist, his shoulders, his neck, his face. With a last scream, George is gone. He remembers the sound of waves. The salt entering his lungs, or perhaps... It isn’t salt.
George opens his eyes and he sees all his friends in a space of black and white waters, orbs floating about with every breath they try to take. He looks at his hands, and he is alive. He has nothing to do, and he cannot breathe.
George begins to choke, and he shakes his hands in a frenzy, trying to swim up from wherever he is. He just wants to live.
He has about a ten seconds, the surface is right there. His face is beginning to turn purple and his hands and feet numb. He cannot feel them anymore. He’s almost there. Five seconds ring in his mind, and he knows he can make it. His eyes are forcing shut, and he can’t feel his arms and legs, and the growing pain in his lungs well up. Three. He reaches a hand out. Two. Another. One.
The man in the turcoise robe is now shown. He wears the clothes of the Hero Steve. He is not Steve. He looks up at George, and George knows that this is already the End, when he looks into the eyes of the man. George opens his mouth and the man only waves a heavy goodbye, and with it his life and soul. He was devoured by the sea of stars, in which none can survive.
I pulled out my map for directions. I was nearly 500 meters away from house. That’s not that far, I thought. I can make it before dawn! I placed my map in my inventory and started walking, being cautious about my declining food bar. As I walked, the biome changed from grassland to snow. I stepped foot in the ice and I instantly felt chills run down my spine. I searched my pack and put on some leather gauntlets to keep warm. I kept my sword handy just I case if I ever ran into some trouble. I spent countless hours in the making of my diamond sword, and now it is all about to pay off.
While I treaded through the heavy snow, I heard a noise. Footsteps coming from behind me. I shot around, surveying the area, but saw nothing. M-must have been a pig or something, I nervously assured myself. I crept along and continued my journey. No more than two steps later, the sound of faint breathing sent me up the nearest tree. I was shaking vigorously, from the cold and from fright. Trying to regain my stability, I felt a cold structure tap my right shoulder. Shaking like an earthquake, I slowly turned around and screamed in terror. Right in front of my face stood what appeared to be a person, oddly similar to me, with glowing white eyes. Herobrine!
I jumped off the tree and ran for dear life, regarding my health bar. Everywhere I turned, he stood waiting for me. After miles of running, I quickly dug a hole in the ground three blocks deep and fitted myself in it, covering up the opening in the ground. Panting like a dog, I took in a deep breath and took a bit of a pork chop I was saving. Before I could finish it, a pair of glowing eyes formed in front of me.
Then everything went black…
Im new so i dont know how to enter a story in
The deathly encounter with... HeoBrine!
Side note; Could have used more detail in my opinion.
I like it... Funny that it was Herobrine's Nightmare.
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The deathly encounter with... HeoBrine!
Side note; Could have used more detail in my opinion.
All Added!
10 Entries already! This is awesome!
I always thought stories from Herobrine's point of view were more interesting than those from Steve's point of view but maybe that's just me.
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Feel free to leave your comments. Or criticisms, I suppose, if they're constructive. Almost anything really, unless it's an outright threat. In that case I'd prefer you put it in a private message.
Feel free to leave your comments. Or criticisms, I suppose, if they're constructive. Almost anything really, unless it's an outright threat. In that case I'd prefer you put it in a private message.
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Nightmare - Words: 1161
It was the perfect day for an adventure, thought Steve as he walked slowly up a hill and admired the landscape. He wore his signature bright blue shirt and dark blue pants, crisp and fresh for the day ahead. In his left hand he carried his trusty diamond pickaxe, the pick sharpened and polished. At his right side his pet wolf Darius trotted alongside him, tongue hanging out of his mouth, seeming just as excited as he was to tackle the day.
Steve walked for a few more minutes, until he approached the gray stone entrance to the cave he had been spelunking in for the past few months. As he stood at the entrance, a smile on his face and a spark in his blue eyes, about to head inside as he did every morning, a voice from behind startled him. “Hello, Steve.” Steve would have recognized the sneering snarl anywhere.
He whirled around, his diamond pickaxe held tightly in his hand, to see exactly the person he had been expecting. “Herobrine!” he said, his friendly expression turning to one of abrupt anger. And true to his voice, the man standing behind him was indeed Herobrine, traitorous brother of Notch and Dark Lord of the Nether. He wore a black hooded cloak and held in his hand a long iron scythe. His bright white eyes were narrowed. He smiled a fanged grin at Steve.
“What an astute observation, Steven.” Steve grimaced, hating his uncle’s habit of calling him by his proper name. “I see you’ve finally managed to craft a diamond pickaxe. I must say, it’s about time. You’ve been a miner for what, a decade now? Don’t you think it’s about time to give it up already? You know, settle down, find a girl, get a house?” Steve stamped his foot at his uncle’s audacity. How dare he come to Steve’s mine and then insult his life choices?
“I’m twenty-three, uncle.” said Steve, emphasizing the last word. “I have plenty of time to ‘settle down’. Darius is all the company I need. And for Notch’s sake, what have you put in your hair this time?” He pointed to the gel in Herobrine’s slick black hair.
“Oh, this?” said Herobrine, feigning surprise at Steve’s question even though he had been hoping he would ask. “Squid ink. I’ve found it’s delightfully rejuvenating to my scalp. I apply a new batch every morning. You ought to try it sometime. Perhaps if you actually took the time to freshen up every once in a while you might attract some actual women instead of the mangy dogs you keep company with now.” At this Darius growled, and Herobrine incinerated him with a flick of his hand, reducing him to a pile of ash.
“Hey, that was my dog! And I’ve dated plenty of women! I can’t think of their names right now but I’m sure I have!” said Steve, eliciting a snicker from Herobrine. Steve became angrier. “This from a man who spends his days and nights sitting in some Nether Fortress planning a revenge on Notch that he can never have, who has never had a relationship with anyone besides his filthy pigs?” Herobrine looked affronted.
“You take that back! Horatio is very well-groomed and me and him are just friends! And he is a pig-man. A pig-man!” Herobine growled in frustration but quickly regained his temper. His eyes had begun to fill with tears at Steve’s insult to his pig-men friend but he tried to stay strong. “Anyway, I’m not here to lecture you on your love life.” he said. “I’m here to take you to the Nether so your soul can burn there for eternity. Now are you coming or not?”
“You can’t do anything of the sort. You have no jurisdiction here. This is Minecraftia.” said Steve. Herobrine laughed, and made the eloquent hand gesture that summoned Nether Portals. Nothing happened. He tried again, and, when that didn’t work, a third time. Steve began to laugh. “It’s not going to work you idiot. This isn’t your world.”
“But . . . but . . .” Herobine stood there, repeating the hand gesture over and over again to no avail. “But that isn’t what’s supposed to happen! You’re supposed to come with me to the Nether! None of this is going as I planned it!” Steve shook his head in disapproval and walked closer to him.
“Do you require further proof, uncle? Case in point, if this were your world, I probably wouldn’t be able to do this. This one’s for my dog.” Before Herobine could ask what he was referring to, Steve raised his fist and punched him squarely in the face, and everything went black.
* * *
“NO!” Herobrine woke up in bed, screaming. He looked around him frantically for a few moments before he realized he was back in his bedroom in the Nether. He turned on the Redstone Lamp on his bedside table and looked around. He was wearing his black silk night clothes and a bottle of squid ink sat on his bedside table next to his Redstone Lamp. He gave a sigh of relief, and sat up in bed. It had all been a bad dream. “Horatio!” he called. He turned to a silver bell that hung from a rope above his bedside table and rang it furiously, causing loud chimes to echo through the halls outside his bedroom.
A few minutes later a tired-looking zombie pigman in a tuxedo resembling a butler’s uniform entered the room. He looked at the indignant Herobrine and grunted something that translated roughly to: What does the illustrious Dark Lord Herobrine desire?
“I . . . I had a nightmare. It was about Steven. I tried to bring him to the Nether but my powers didn’t work and he punched me in the face. I want you to read me a bedtime story.” said Herobrine, his arms crossed and his slick hair shining. Horatio sighed.
But this is the third time this week-
“Did I ask for your lip, Horatio? Or did I ask you to read me a bedtime story? Now when you’re ready to be nice and do your job, The Two Brothers of Minecraftia is right on top of the fireplace.” Knowing it was useless to argue with him, the pig-man sighed again and picked up the book. He sat down at the edge of the bed, opened the book, and began to read it in grunts.
Once upon the time, in the land of Minecraftia, there were two brothers. One was named Notch, and the other Herobrine . . .
The End
“Good night, George.” she whispered and planted a kiss on her son’s forehead.
“Good night.” he replied. His mother ruffled his hair and George turned around and closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep.
He heard the door close and the soft, whispery winds of the wind on his neck and what he thought were the snores of his younger brother on the bed in the corner.
How am I going to sleep, thought George. He turned to look at the open window.
The curtains flailing and the glass cold, George could see the fog covering the window and hiding the hilltops from his eyes. George did not fall asleep.
George was only 12, he was quite average. Auburn swept hair over a pale face, he was thin and an inch taller than average, but his personality was far from interesting. Hunter was his older brother. He was popular, daring, and 15. To the girls in school, had way better good looks than any of the other boys. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice tan and was just so dang hot. Which annoyed George so very much. To the boys, he was just plain awesome.
No one actually remembered his brother, George. Save George’s best friend, Lynk. Who was teased for having a name no one understood and no one knew that Rick was his older brother, because he was too popular for Lynk.
“Is she awake?” George turned to see his brother sitting up from his bed.
“Mother?” George asked in wonder. “She had gone to bed a few minutes ago. Why do you ask?”
Hunter stood up and swept away the covers and went to the open window. “Is this window big enough for me to fit through?”
George cocked his head to the right, “Why are you asking? You aren’t going out again, father said no.”
Hunter shrugs. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them!” he complains. “Plus, I promised my friends I’d meet them at the entrance of the forest. I mean...” Hunter grins crazily and lowers his voice for only George to hear.
“Ashley, will be there.”
George blushes and scowls. “Fine.” he says, sweeping the covers away. “I’m coming with you, but what happens if father comes in?”
Hunter grabs a big pillow and stuffs it under his blanket and does the same for George. “Easy, father never disturbs our sleep!” Hunter snickers and opens the window wider. “The window is big enough. C’mon.”
Hunter grabbed a bag from under his pillow and put his left leg through the window and pulled himself up, he put his right leg through the window and hopped out. George packed a bag of things he might need and slung a jacket over his back along with a cap. George followed Hunter out the window, but much, much slower.
The wind grabbed at his collar as he clung onto his jacket.
“It’s awfully cold, Hunter.” George whispered. Hunter only stared at him, before jumping over the fence and running down the hill.
“Why him?” George muttered. He opened the fence gate and closed it, but did not lock it. He was already too far to notice, trying to catch up to his brother. CLANK! The gate hit the fence noisily and the wind was trying to get their attention. It hoped their father would find them, but it was already too late.
“Hunter! You made it, man!” Rick walked towards Hunter and patted him on the back after doing some kind of handshake. Rick looked behind him, at George.
“Why did you bring him?” he scowled. George hangs his hand and feels a pat on his back.
“It’s okay. I’m here too.” Lynk stands beside him as George’s smile lights up.
“I’m pretty glad to see you, Lynk.” he says, Lynk only winks his right eye. Rick comes in between George and Lynk and introduces the rest of them.
First is Tyler, Rick’s best friend. He comes with Rick everywhere and helps and supports him in everything. In which, sometimes isn’t so good for his reputation, but is popular either way,
Second is Lyra. One of Hunter’s closest friends who goes along with him, part of the popular clique in school, who’s pretty stuck up and bossy. She came anyway, to show she isn’t just pretty in pink. Which she hopes herself is true.
Last is Ashley, on whom George has a crush on. He know he has no chance with her, of course. Like Lyra, she’s too far out into a high school hierarchy. Unlike Lyra, she’s actually caring and kind, but has never talked or even seen George in her life. That she remembers.
George drools unnoticed, thankfully, towards Ashley. Lynk snaps him out though, this might be their only chance for popularity.
“We’re off. I found this hut in the center of the woods yesterday at 2:00. We should all check it out.” says Rick. “Save those two.” he points at George and Lynk. Rick, Tyler and Lyra laugh, Hunter snickers a little. Ashley just stands there and smiles.
“Well. Turn on your flashlights. Let’s go.” Tyler says. Everyone reaches into their bags and takes out a flashlight, and they work their way into the woods.
The leaves sway and the grasshoppers sing, it’s only the complaining of mud on Lyra’s new jeans that annoys anyone.
“These are brand new!” she complains and groans deeply.
“Shut up, Lyra. We’re trying to do something!” Rick shouts. George turns and sees Lyra scowling and cursing silently behind him.
“Geez.” Lynk mutters.
After a few minutes of cursing, shouting and snake-looking vines, they arrive at a dirt hut, lined with yellow dandelions and red roses. A four block tower with tiki heads around it stuck on bamboo sticks.
“Looks like a shrine.” Hunter notes. “We should, dig in this area. What if there’s treasure down there?” he looks up and imagines.
“I’m not getting any more dirt on my clothes!” Lyra complains again.
“Let’s just dig,” Tyler starts and then directs his gaze towards Lyra, “and play the quiet game! How does that sound?” he teases.
All of them take out their shovels and begin digging within the dirt mound, save George and Lynk. Who attempt to break branches and use the thickest one to dig.
“Have any of you found anything?” Ashley cries. A chorus of high and low pitched of no’s follow.
CLINK! “I found something!” George shouts. Surprised, they all start tripping over roots and hitting each other to be the first to see what George found. When they had gathered, in skin of might become bruises and a few scratches, a turcoise shaped block sits.
“Is that, what I think... It is?” Lynk says, his eyes sparkling as he reaches his hand to grab it.
“No!” Rick slaps his hand away and grabs the block. “By Notch! I’m gonna be rich!” he laughs crazily and begins to run away.
“Hey!” Tyler and Hunter shout. “That was for all of us!” Rick still runs into the forest. Leaving all of them.
“I told you he was a jerk.” Lyra said to all of them. “We made the trip for nothing.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!” All of them turn their faces to where Rick last was, and there he is now. Lying on the floor in a puddle of red.
They scream and back away, jaws open, eyes horrified.
“How did he even get back here, he was far already!” Ashley screamed. “We gotta get out of here!”
“But you were just in time.”
The group falls backward and a floating man in a turcoise robe, face hidden in shadow, hovers above them. The leaves and the stars grow quiet with his prescense and nothing moves.
“You scared the Nether out of us!” Tyler shouts and points a finger at the figure. The figure stands still. “You want this to get physical?!” Tyler shouts.
“Where we are going, we do not need the physical.”
George can feel his face. Turning into grains of sand. First, his feet. His knees, his waist, his shoulders, his neck, his face. With a last scream, George is gone. He remembers the sound of waves. The salt entering his lungs, or perhaps... It isn’t salt.
George opens his eyes and he sees all his friends in a space of black and white waters, orbs floating about with every breath they try to take. He looks at his hands, and he is alive. He has nothing to do, and he cannot breathe.
George begins to choke, and he shakes his hands in a frenzy, trying to swim up from wherever he is. He just wants to live.
He has about a ten seconds, the surface is right there. His face is beginning to turn purple and his hands and feet numb. He cannot feel them anymore. He’s almost there. Five seconds ring in his mind, and he knows he can make it. His eyes are forcing shut, and he can’t feel his arms and legs, and the growing pain in his lungs well up. Three. He reaches a hand out. Two. Another. One.
The man in the turcoise robe is now shown. He wears the clothes of the Hero Steve. He is not Steve. He looks up at George, and George knows that this is already the End, when he looks into the eyes of the man. George opens his mouth and the man only waves a heavy goodbye, and with it his life and soul. He was devoured by the sea of stars, in which none can survive.
And George woke up.
I pulled out my map for directions. I was nearly 500 meters away from house. That’s not that far, I thought. I can make it before dawn! I placed my map in my inventory and started walking, being cautious about my declining food bar. As I walked, the biome changed from grassland to snow. I stepped foot in the ice and I instantly felt chills run down my spine. I searched my pack and put on some leather gauntlets to keep warm. I kept my sword handy just I case if I ever ran into some trouble. I spent countless hours in the making of my diamond sword, and now it is all about to pay off.
While I treaded through the heavy snow, I heard a noise. Footsteps coming from behind me. I shot around, surveying the area, but saw nothing. M-must have been a pig or something, I nervously assured myself. I crept along and continued my journey. No more than two steps later, the sound of faint breathing sent me up the nearest tree. I was shaking vigorously, from the cold and from fright. Trying to regain my stability, I felt a cold structure tap my right shoulder. Shaking like an earthquake, I slowly turned around and screamed in terror. Right in front of my face stood what appeared to be a person, oddly similar to me, with glowing white eyes. Herobrine!
I jumped off the tree and ran for dear life, regarding my health bar. Everywhere I turned, he stood waiting for me. After miles of running, I quickly dug a hole in the ground three blocks deep and fitted myself in it, covering up the opening in the ground. Panting like a dog, I took in a deep breath and took a bit of a pork chop I was saving. Before I could finish it, a pair of glowing eyes formed in front of me.
Then everything went black…
Im new so i dont know how to enter a story in
I pulled out my map for directions. I was nearly 500 meters away from house. That’s not that far, I thought. I can make it before dawn! I placed my map in my inventory and started walking, being cautious about my declining food bar. As I walked, the biome changed from grassland to snow. I stepped foot in the ice and I instantly felt chills run down my spine. I searched my pack and put on some leather gauntlets to keep warm. I kept my sword handy just I case if I ever ran into some trouble. I spent countless hours in the making of my diamond sword, and now it is all about to pay off.
While I treaded through the heavy snow, I heard a noise. Footsteps coming from behind me. I shot around, surveying the area, but saw nothing. M-must have been a pig or something, I nervously assured myself. I crept along and continued my journey. No more than two steps later, the sound of faint breathing sent me up the nearest tree. I was shaking vigorously, from the cold and from fright. Trying to regain my stability, I felt a cold structure tap my right shoulder. Shaking like an earthquake, I slowly turned around and screamed in terror. Right in front of my face stood what appeared to be a person, oddly similar to me, with glowing white eyes. Herobrine!
I jumped off the tree and ran for dear life, regarding my health bar. Everywhere I turned, he stood waiting for me. After miles of running, I quickly dug a hole in the ground three blocks deep and fitted myself in it, covering up the opening in the ground. Panting like a dog, I took in a deep breath and took a bit of a pork chop I was saving. Before I could finish it, a pair of glowing eyes formed in front of me.
Then everything went black…
And I expected him to live in his dream. T_T
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Delectable!
TT2000, you are genius.
Consider that a window into my bizarre sense of humor.
Fun Fact: A bumbling idiot Herobrine and his pig-man sidekick Horatio was one of my ideas for a comedy story. Sadly, it never panned out, but who knows? "Horatio" being Hamlet's friend in Hamlet.
Mmmm... @ Oncie: What? I meant live at the end of the dream, then wake up. Not stay in the dream and live there. XD
Anyways, I like writing depressing endings. Like the ending to HTNL4ever was supposed to b-...
Mm... I PM you about it.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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Wow!!!!!!!! (Repeat)
Wow!!!
The deathly encounter with... HeoBrine!
Side note; Could have used more detail in my opinion.
All Added!
10 Entries already! This is awesome!
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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I always thought stories from Herobrine's point of view were more interesting than those from Steve's point of view but maybe that's just me.
What now?
And all the better if he's a slightly flamboyant idiot.
Pre-grats on your 100th post (99th currently...)
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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He was his servant but it was also implied that Herobrine was homosexual so . . . Interpret that how you will. Also, thanks! It's 101 now.