Stories

[Metazard]

Pieguy201 wrote:

j00p wrote:once upon a time i kiled golden lx and she qit the game

-continuesly stabs joop with diamond sword 4 days-

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Gremmeh Nazeh

[GoldenLynx54]

At the beginning of the world, the beginning of Minecraftia, the first mobs had been spawned. They thrived for a long time, and then spawned the first of a new mob- cats. This cat was wandering, learning, exploring the jungle. This female cat, named an ocelot, learned about the forest and how it worked. She learned how to climb trees, how to sneak and stalk, even how to crouch silently in the bushes. Soon after she learned about the jungle, she wanted to explore more. But the creator, the person who gave birth to her, wouldn't allow it. "You live in the jungle. don't try to leave, or their will be consequences." The ocelot was heart broken. She decided to sneak out anyway. She climbed the tree to watch him from a distance. Night was falling and he was going to sleep. Sneaking and stalking, she got closer to the other biome. When mobs came by she crouched in the bushes. Finally, she could see the other biome, a forest much cooler than the jungle. Suddenly she ran from the bushes, but forgot that the Creator was sleeping. He woke instantly and saw her trying to escape. He then used his powers to place a river, a VERY VERY deep and wide one (ocean) so that the ocelot couldn't cross. "I told you, I warned you. Now you cannot gaze at it, now you cannot leave. You will stay here, at your home, forever." The ocelot was sad, but the Creator had forgotten. She could climb trees, and she climbed the tree closest to the coast. Far out on the horizon was a tiny speck of land. She gazed at it all the time, and one day, she moved to that river, the deep wide one. Leaping, she swam towards that speck of land, that biome she had wanted to see. after a few hours of swimming, though, the ocelot had drowned.

[SilverWolf101]

GoldenLynx54 wrote:At the beginning of the world, the beginning of Minecraftia, the first mobs had been spawned. They thrived for a long time, and then spawned the first of a new mob- cats. This cat was wandering, learning, exploring the jungle. This female cat, named an ocelot, learned about the forest and how it worked. She learned how to climb trees, how to sneak and stalk, even how to crouch silently in the bushes. Soon after she learned about the jungle, she wanted to explore more. But the creator, the person who gave birth to her, wouldn't allow it. "You live in the jungle. don't try to leave, or their will be consequences." The ocelot was heart broken. She decided to sneak out anyway. She climbed the tree to watch him from a distance. Night was falling and he was going to sleep. Sneaking and stalking, she got closer to the other biome. When mobs came by she crouched in the bushes. Finally, she could see the other biome, a forest much cooler than the jungle. Suddenly she ran from the bushes, but forgot that the Creator was sleeping. He woke instantly and saw her trying to escape. He then used his powers to place a river, a VERY VERY deep and wide one (ocean) so that the ocelot couldn't cross. "I told you, I warned you. Now you cannot gaze at it, now you cannot leave. You will stay here, at your home, forever." The ocelot was sad, but the Creator had forgotten. She could climb trees, and she climbed the tree closest to the coast. Far out on the horizon was a tiny speck of land. She gazed at it all the time, and one day, she moved to that river, the deep wide one. Leaping, she swam towards that speck of land, that biome she had wanted to see. after a few hours of swimming, though, the ocelot had drowned.

That's a sad story

[Metazard]

SilverWolf101 wrote:

GoldenLynx54 wrote:At the beginning of the world, the beginning of Minecraftia, the first mobs had been spawned. They thrived for a long time, and then spawned the first of a new mob- cats. This cat was wandering, learning, exploring the jungle. This female cat, named an ocelot, learned about the forest and how it worked. She learned how to climb trees, how to sneak and stalk, even how to crouch silently in the bushes. Soon after she learned about the jungle, she wanted to explore more. But the creator, the person who gave birth to her, wouldn't allow it. "You live in the jungle. don't try to leave, or their will be consequences." The ocelot was heart broken. She decided to sneak out anyway. She climbed the tree to watch him from a distance. Night was falling and he was going to sleep. Sneaking and stalking, she got closer to the other biome. When mobs came by she crouched in the bushes. Finally, she could see the other biome, a forest much cooler than the jungle. Suddenly she ran from the bushes, but forgot that the Creator was sleeping. He woke instantly and saw her trying to escape. He then used his powers to place a river, a VERY VERY deep and wide one (ocean) so that the ocelot couldn't cross. "I told you, I warned you. Now you cannot gaze at it, now you cannot leave. You will stay here, at your home, forever." The ocelot was sad, but the Creator had forgotten. She could climb trees, and she climbed the tree closest to the coast. Far out on the horizon was a tiny speck of land. She gazed at it all the time, and one day, she moved to that river, the deep wide one. Leaping, she swam towards that speck of land, that biome she had wanted to see. after a few hours of swimming, though, the ocelot had drowned.

That's a sad story

Yep... -Little cricket with a viola plays music-

[Pieguy201]

GoldenLynx54 wrote:At the beginning of the world, the beginning of Minecraftia, the first mobs had been spawned. They thrived for a long time, and then spawned the first of a new mob- cats. This cat was wandering, learning, exploring the jungle. This female cat, named an ocelot, learned about the forest and how it worked. She learned how to climb trees, how to sneak and stalk, even how to crouch silently in the bushes. Soon after she learned about the jungle, she wanted to explore more. But the creator, the person who gave birth to her, wouldn't allow it. "You live in the jungle. don't try to leave, or their will be consequences." The ocelot was heart broken. She decided to sneak out anyway. She climbed the tree to watch him from a distance. Night was falling and he was going to sleep. Sneaking and stalking, she got closer to the other biome. When mobs came by she crouched in the bushes. Finally, she could see the other biome, a forest much cooler than the jungle. Suddenly she ran from the bushes, but forgot that the Creator was sleeping. He woke instantly and saw her trying to escape. He then used his powers to place a river, a VERY VERY deep and wide one (ocean) so that the ocelot couldn't cross. "I told you, I warned you. Now you cannot gaze at it, now you cannot leave. You will stay here, at your home, forever." The ocelot was sad, but the Creator had forgotten. She could climb trees, and she climbed the tree closest to the coast. Far out on the horizon was a tiny speck of land. She gazed at it all the time, and one day, she moved to that river, the deep wide one. Leaping, she swam towards that speck of land, that biome she had wanted to see. after a few hours of swimming, though, the ocelot had drowned.

that is a sad story…NO 1 THINKS MY STORY IS SAD? =(

[GoldenLynx54]

Yep it's sad. Because ocelots spawn only in jungles I thought about if they tried to swim across a river and how they drown getting stuck in ponds.... ):

[Metazard]

GoldenLynx54 wrote:Yep it's sad. Because ocelots spawn only in jungles I thought about if they tried to swim across a river and how they drown getting stuck in ponds.... ):

The terrible truth!

[GoldenLynx54]

My brethren die quickly and stupidly, I know. It's just a horrible end. " title="Sad">

[BrookeTheSheep]

I'll put mai story here too.


I was walking home from my friend’s house. It seemed like I was the only one left in town. Out of nowhere, the lights- I mean EVERY light- went out. Street lights, house lights, porch lights, even the moon lost its glow. I was suddenly in the darkest of darks, and very alone.
   “Amma... Amma...” a voice whispered, cold breath hitting my neck, making me shiver.
   I turned around, but saw nothing, because it was so dark.
   “Big traffic on Rose St., backing up the whole town. And now to Phil, with the weather.”
   Groaning, I shut off my radio. “Just a dream, only a dream,” I mumbled to myself.
   Wait, WEATHER?! The weather wasn’t on until seven!! I’ve overslept! I threw on a green shirt, jeans, and a big gray hoodie. I sprinted down to the bathroom, ran a brush through my hair, then headed outside.
   It was a brisk October day. The sun was rising, and the ground was damp from the morning dew. I jogged down the block, heading to the bus stop. The bus was just pulling up. A couple more minutes, and I would have had to walk 3 miles to school. Not something I wanted to do.
   We filed onto the bus, when I noticed something peculiar.  Gray-hair wasn’t there. She was ALWAYS our bus driver. Instead, a young woman replaced here.
   “Sit, sit, children. I am your new bus driver. We are taking a... shortcut to school.” she said.
   I walked all the way to the back of the bus, and sat down. I looked to my left, and saw Short-Hair and Smart-Boy sitting on the seat next to me.
   “Hey,” Short-Hair said to me.
   I didn’t move.
   “Do you think she is ever going to talk?” Smart-Boy whispered to Short-Hair.
   “She ain’t EVAH said nuttin’ in the history of the whole world!” Short-Hair ranted. I always wondered why Smart-Boy was best friend with Short-Hair. Smart-Boy is such a sophisticated person, and Short-Hair is a tough girl FAR from sophisticated.
   “ I can talk,” I thought.
   I could. Yet, I couldn’t. You see, reader, I don’t know if I can trust you yet, so I cannot tell you. The thing is, how do you know I am telling the truth? You can’t. I assure you, i’m not a liar. Anywho, trust is an issue that we shan’t go over now, and, quite frankly, trivial compared to what is at stake. I cannot tell you what that is yet, because I don’t trust you.
   Anyway, back to the bus. I had my face buried in my book when I heard something outside.
   “Sorry ma’am! Wait, who are you?” someone asked.  I knew that voice. Green-Eyes.
   “I am your new bus driver. Sit down,” the new bus driver said.
   “Chill pill, dude. Wound up a bit tight today, huh?” the Green-Eyes asked. I smiled. Only he would say something like that.
   “Sit down.” the bus driver said so forcefully, even Green-Eyes would be intimidated. Green-Eyes is NEVER intimidated.
   Green-Eyes shuffled to the back of the bus, and plopped down next to me.
   “Hi there,” Green-Eyes said to me. He was the only one that treated me like I was a normal person. Everyone else thought I was really stupid, and treated me like I was 6. I’m in eighth grade, and perfectly capable of processing things. Green-Eyes knew that.
   I tucked my long, blondish-brown hair behind my ears, and smiled.
   “Did you do the math homework? I forgot about it, and don’t have my book with me,” Green-Eyes told me.
   I nodded and pulled out my homework, to show him the answers. But I knew that wasn’t why he wanted to see my paper. He took the paper, and looked at it. A wave of disappointment swept over his face.
   “You need to put your name on your paper,” he teased. No one knows my name, because I never tell anyone. The teachers call me A, because thats what I always get on my tests. My friends don’t call me that. Well, I don’t really have any, except for Green-Eyes. Some might say Smart-Boy and Short-Hair are my friends too, but they aren’t as nice as Green-Eyes is. They do sit with us at lunch.
   Green-Eyes is a popular kid, and he used to sit with the other “pops” as we “un-pops” call them. When I came to the school,  he started to sit by me. Pink-Hair was not happy about that. Pink-Hair had a “thing” for Green-Eyes, which I was not happy about. What? I don’t “like like” Green-Eyes! I just think Pink-Hair is a bad thing for Green-Eyes.
   Back to the subject. Green-Eyes REALLY wants to know my name. He would kill to know my name. He searches through my homework, and tries to trick me into giving it away. He says randoms names, and sees if i respond. If Green-Eyes guessed my name, I wouldn’t have a problem with that, because I didn’t tell him. If I did... I’d be in BIG trouble.
   I can’t go into detail with that either. I know, I know, I am keeping a lot of secrets from you. I’ll tell you them later, when I HAVE too.
   Green-Eyes called be Blondie every once and awhile, just to bug me. But, I pretend not to hear him when he calls me that, to annoy him.
   The bus started, and pulled away from the bus stop. We were going very fast. I was panicked, because going fast really makes me feel like i’m going to throw up. Green-Eyes must of seen my pale face, because he put his hand on my shoulder, and looked at me.
“Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.
I nodded, and leaned my head against the window, realizing how tired I was. I closed my eyes, and pulled my hood over my head.
I was jostled awake later. I wasn’t sure how long a was asleep. I looked out the window to see unfamiliar landscape. I glanced at Green-Eyes.
   “Its been around 2 hours. I’m getting worried.” Green-Eyes said to me.
   TWO HOURS? It normally took ten minutes to get to school!
   “Kids, calm down. Your journey is over.” the bus driver said. The finality of that statement was eerie.
   I glanced at Green-Eyes once again, to see how he reacted. He looked forward, wide eyed. I knew something was terribly wrong. He pointed at a huge rock, dead  ahead. He clasped my hand. I curled into a ball, hand covering my face, with one of them holding Green-Eye’s hand. He put an arm over me, and we braced for impact. I thought nothing of this gesture at the time. We were just trying to stay safe.
It happened in slow motion. The front of the bus slammed into the boulder. I heard a blood-curdling scream. (I think it was mine.) Pieces of the bus scattered everywhere, and one hit me on the head, and I started to black out. The last thing I remember, is the bus rolling on its side, and Green-Eyes strong grip become tighter.
All I saw was black. Even darker then my dream. The same cold voice as my dream came again. “Amma... Amma... Amma...” it chanted. It got louder, and more high pitched every word. I flash of green crossed my vision. It was the same color of Green-Eye’s eyes. The rest was a blur.
   They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you are about to die. But I couldn’t be dead. Don’t ask how, but I KNEW I wasn’t dead.
The following events were so shocking, and you probably won’t believe me. Here comes the trust thing again.
You can trust me, but, can I trust you?


~Bridget

[challenger410]

Umm.... Wow! I thought I could write good xD I'm nothing in comparison to that! Amazing job! Please write more?