The Meet


"ahhh, another hard day at work" said Steve. "My house is built out of the finest cut wood i could find. Got my nice iron armor on that glimmers in the sunlight." Steve picks the wheat from his farm, hot sweat on his brow. His fingers tingle from the tough of the prickly wheat. Suddenly a pebble hits the side of his head. " HEY, who did that?" Steve shouted in frustration. When Steve glanced around he saw a girl. Her hair was hanging in her face and she has a sweet smile that made his heart pound. "Hello there, are you new on this server?" Steve said in a calm voice cause he didnt want to scare her away. "Yes i am new, did my pebble hit you to hard. I just wanted to see if you were AFK or not" said the girl. "What that little peice if dirt? Noooo Im fine it just uhhh started me abit." Steve pointed out. " Oh I see your a tuff guy" chuckled the girl. Steve then started to flex as the strang girl laughed.


The Love


It was Steves wedding day his hands where puffy and sweaty. He gulped down the anxiety. Steve stud there tall and shaking. The shallow sound of the bells rung in his ears. The doors opened and Steve held his breath as he looked at the most gorgeous girl was walking torwds him. The shimmering white dress with patterns that gracefuly made its way up to the brides head. I do he thought "I DO"


The Mystery


On that unforgiveable night when Steves sweet wife was ripped away from him, Steve was never the same. He always talked about going hunting for the theif at night. Everybody knew where the thief had taken her and who the thief is, even Steve knew. The thiefs eyes glowed a frightful ice blue that was make your skin crawl right off of you. The monster looked a lot like Steve too; but Steve hated him with every ounce in his body. Anyways Steve was getting weaking and weak from a black broken heart. Sometimes i would see poor old Steve waiting out side for hours in the cold night to look for his beloved, but she would never come. But on a different night Steve's house was very noisy, it sounded of pots and pans getting flinged evey were. Poor Steve was a broken man. Soon the noise died down and a light wimper came from the house. The next morning Steve was gone. His house was a mess with books and ores every were the eye could see. Everyone knew where Steve went so no one talked about it. Soon the memory of Steve was gone from every other players head. On some nights it would thunder really loud like clashing pots and pans together. Then it would get quiet and you could hear the rain wimper. Where Do You Think Steve Went?


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