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So, if you have read my descendent of herobrine story then you can probably tell that I write them by myself. So I decided that I need help writing them. What I'm planning on doing is picking like 3-4 people to help me, just I don't know how to pick the people. I guess in the comments say something like "I would really like to help you write your stories." and write a short story in the comments or write like the first paragraph of a story and I may pick you to help me. The reason I'm doing is because while writing part 3 I'm stuck and don't know what else to write about, and the guy that kinda helps me is mad at me. So if you do want to help me just write a short story, say why you would like to help, and if you have a Skype also put that. Thanks
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The waves lapped slowly at the beach sand. The man stood, dazed, but unhurt. His vision blurry, he stumbled forward a few steps, before falling back to the ground. He looked up to see a calm landscape, but something was off. Trees, grass, and sun all there, but somehow unusual. He rubbed his eyes and the abnormality became clear. The landscape was a myriad of poorly textured boxes, all the same size. He was calmed by this, but at the same time haunted. It seemed to be empty, and completely void of life. He turned back and staggered down toward the water. He cupped his hands to take a handfull. It moved strangely. Almost like a solid mass. He drank a few handfulls and then turned. There was a man laying a few feet down the beach.
An exerpt from a shadow of israphel story i once started, but abandoned. Tell me what you think.
I've made a few stories.