Planet Minecraft

[Seska Rotan]

These are the first two chapters of my story:
Chapter 1: http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/the-mystery-dog---chapter-1-meet-scruffy/
Chapter 2: http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/the-mystery-dog---chapter-2/

Hope you enjoy them!!

'llamas7', I really like those two short chapters. Writing from the point of view of an animal is difficult, and you've done well conveying some of the potential emotions they might have. Looking forward to more from you.

[Seska Rotan]

Just uploaded part two of my short story. Not as popular as the other one so far it seems. :/ http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/into-the-forest/

Seska I noticed that your story was on the popular reel for a while! YAY!

Creative bump!

[Seska Rotan]

It was. But the second part has a whopping total of EIGHT views... :/

I'm having a vote which story should I write more for first?

1.The forgotten realm
2.This Soulless world
3.Heart of hell
4.Need a title still so untitled.

Chap. 1 of the story I began writing on this forum:
Karian and Alkerian raced home, avoiding any passing citizens. It was half past ten when they arrived to their house.

"About half an hour left to pack up", Karian told Alkerian. He looked outside, and he saw the city in preparation for the arrival of the troops. Why are they celebrating the troops coming to ransack their houses..., he thought. He turned to Alkerian, "Take some provisions; food, clothes, and water, nothing more."

Twenty-five minutes went by, and Alkerian stepped out of his room, carrying a handful of things. Four pieces of dried meat, two bottles of water, and two changes of clothes. "Father?"

"Yes, son?"

"I don't really want to do this.."

"Why ever not! Your alternative is death!"

"Well...At least, my final moments will be with you."

"No. No, I won't let you give your life, you must leave."

Alkerian said his goodbyes, for his mother, and father. He tried not to cry, but it was too hard. "I will miss both of you. Forever"

"We'll miss you too". The town clock's bell rang. The mark of midnight.

"Looks like I'll be off", he said. The room went quiet. The only sound was Alkerian's boots thumping on the hardwood floor. The door creaked open, and he stepped out. He started running, through the forest. He ran, dodging tree trunks, and climbing over vines, and tangle. He came across a small camp, and he stopped in his tracks. The men situated in the camp had on uniforms of Fortiors, or what people called the emperor's footsoldiers. Alkerian made his way closer to the camp, to get a better look, but he stepped on a twig on the way.

"What was that?", asked a Fortior.

"I don't know", another replied.

"We should go take a look"

"Alright."

Alkerian held his breath as the two Fortiors approached. As they got closer, they unsheathed their swords. One of them pulled away the underbrush Alkerian was hiding behind.

"Hey!"

Hey themoonwolves20, you have a lot of great fourm ideas! Seska Rotan invited me here so I will make sure to write up something awesome! I'm in!

I am here, desperately trying to decide wether or not to post a story...

I am here, desperately trying to decide wether or not to post a story...

You should! Then you can get feedback on what you could do better.

meh ive never been a good writer but heres goes -_-

Spoiler

SsSsSsSsS...
BOOM!
silence.
Randall ran up to the spot where the creeper had hit Rob. As was expected Rob was dead. Randalls plan had worked. Randall had trapped Rob in order to get his secret weapon to win the war between the two factions. Randall searched the area. All he found was a book. Randall wanted to read it, but his commander, Joseph, would not allow it. Randall couldn't resist reading it. He flipped the page. All it had were some coordinates. There was 1 set on the first page. He turned. He saw all the players of the land's coordinates. of course, they constantly changed, but Randall had a weapon in his hands, he was going to use it. The book contained spells and crafting recipies never before seen. Randall didn't need to fight with sticks and stones anymore. He could make swords and picks. Thus crafting was born. Randall went back to his dirt base. When he walked in, Joseph, the commander inquired.

"how did it go?"
"nothing" Randall lied.
"i'll check to make sure" Schøne interviened.
Schøne always wanted to find a way to overthrow Joseph, the crazy demonic warchief. Schøne, however was also off his rocker. So Schøne went through the motions of searching but wasn't actually looking
"nothing" Schøne reported.
"man, we were close to it! I can almost smell it..." Joseph was strange at times


After Joseph left the room Schøne responded,
"lets talk"

I like it barcaman!