When I think of my life and all that has happened to me, I cannot help but wonder what I was not a part of. This simple life, simpler than one could hope for, was somehow lacking an essence of reality. The same small village; the same villagers; the same huts surrounded by the same tall oak and birch trees.
This simple life was disturbed greatly the day he arrived. He went by the name of "Steve", or at least that's what us villagers liked to called him. He was recognizable from 100 meters away with that bright shirt sloppily tucked into his dirty jeans. It's hard to believe that after generations and generations we have been told that we were the only ones in this world... Us, and the creatures of the night. I now realize that that was a lie. Everything we have been taught has been a lie. The knowledge passed down to our elders from the elders before them, and the ones before that; all far from the truth.
Steve told me stories of civilizations beyond the forest we live in. He told me of villages similar to ours, and even of different "dimensions" (whatever that means) that he has traveled to, by means which I could not understand. He told me of one in specific; a place where the musty air reeks of sulfur and ash. Where beautiful light-stone hangs from a hazardous ceiling. A place where, by taking the wrong step on the cliffs made of course red stone, you would plummet to your death in the hot, smoldering molten rock. Yes, the same kind that we come across mining time and time again. Oceans of it!
"Have you ever been there, truly?" I asked him in the midst of his story "Plenty of times, friend." he would reply with a smile,"But it is not a place to be taken lightly... I have lost friends there during missions. One of my best friends took his life to save mine. He was a hero." "What was his name?" I remember asking, "His name was Brine. Brine saved my life, allowing me to escape... I... I would do anything to see him just one more time"
This story, along with all of the others, has brought me to realize what I still have left to see. So Mother, father, and friends of our homely village, I send this note to inform you I have done what no villager has ever dared even consider. I have ventured into the deep, thick, brush of the wilderness to seek out Steve. I have been planning this ever since his departure from our village.
I am sorry father for not carrying on the family Black-smith business. I also apologize for taking your bow, arrows, and that masterfully crafted chestplate hidden under the floor boards of the hut. But I will need it, I promise you that.
If Steve taught me anything in his short visit with us, it is that our lives are merely a dead end road. So why not make that road filled with as many twists and turns as possible? More bumps and cracks? While I leave you all behind to live safe lives, I will experience true danger, wonder, and excitement. So even if it takes me my entire life, I will search for Steve. I will work my whole life to let him know that in this crazy world, filled with the monsters of the night, he is not alone
Wow! Awesome story, the title made me think it was some sort of creepypasta, but this is great. Many times I feel like the player's goal in life is to find someone like him, but I had never imagined it this way!
Totally keep writing and remember that, when you're writing a title, you don't write a point in the end.
Hey, cool story! I like the villager's perspective and his interpretation of Steve.
I couldn't really find anything wrong with your story, except that you may want to add a small caveat at the beginning or end of the text to remind everyone that Herobrine isn't actually real. It's a rule we have here in the Literature forum to prevent deception and flame-wars. If you don't, your topic might get locked, and that would be quite unfortunate, because this is a lovely little tale.
Keep up the tip-top work. You have excellent description, believable, likeable characters, and a interesting plot--all the makings of a good story. You've answered the Big Question of literature--"Who is the protagonist, what do they want, and why should we care?" Thank you for that. Will you be writing more?
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Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
This is quite the tale. I look forward to reading it's next chapters.
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A God that holds you over the pit of Hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked. - Jonathan Edwards
This is awesome! You just gave me an idea for a story. I designed a culture around my Minecraft game, maybe 'Steve' is some sort of ancient hero to them. This is really good!
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Why are guinea pigs called guinea pigs when they are neither pigs or from guinea?
"Plenty of times, friend." he would reply with a smile,"But it is not a place to be taken lightly... I have lost friends there during missions. One of my best friends took his life to save mine. He was a hero."
"What was his name?" I remember asking,
"His name was Brine. Brine saved my life, allowing me to escape... I... I would do anything to see him just one more time"
Wow! Awesome story, the title made me think it was some sort of creepypasta, but this is great. Many times I feel like the player's goal in life is to find someone like him, but I had never imagined it this way!
Totally keep writing and remember that, when you're writing a title, you don't write a point in the end.
Hey, cool story! I like the villager's perspective and his interpretation of Steve.
I couldn't really find anything wrong with your story, except that you may want to add a small caveat at the beginning or end of the text to remind everyone that Herobrine isn't actually real. It's a rule we have here in the Literature forum to prevent deception and flame-wars. If you don't, your topic might get locked, and that would be quite unfortunate, because this is a lovely little tale.
Keep up the tip-top work. You have excellent description, believable, likeable characters, and a interesting plot--all the makings of a good story. You've answered the Big Question of literature--"Who is the protagonist, what do they want, and why should we care?" Thank you for that. Will you be writing more?
Insulting people for their beliefs is not a good way of convincing them to adopt yours.
Fiction is just a game of make-believe recorded on paper or film. But that's what makes it so great.
Hipster Jesus liked you before you were cool.
This is quite the tale. I look forward to reading it's next chapters.
A God that holds you over the pit of Hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked. - Jonathan Edwards
This is awesome! You just gave me an idea for a story. I designed a culture around my Minecraft game, maybe 'Steve' is some sort of ancient hero to them. This is really good!
Why are guinea pigs called guinea pigs when they are neither pigs or from guinea?
http://i.imgur.com/oDP7Nau.jpg If only minecraft had generation tools like this....
"Personally, I don't care how large the oceans are. I just want them to still be ocean. I want "land in water", not "water in land".
I SUPPORT BRINGING BACK ACTUAL CONTINENTS AND OCEANS.