The beginning
As Steve mindlessly hit a chunk of gold ore, completly unaware of his surroundings, the spider and zombie slowly crept up closer and closer. Frustrated, Steve slammed his iron pickaxe against the stubborn ore surprisingly, breaking it! He was filled with joy from the buttom of his nonexistent toes to his perfectly square head, But to his dismay fear flooded his feeling of joy like a tsunami, as he realized that a cave spider, and zombie were right behind him. He slowly tilted his head back and veiwed the hostile mobs, only few steps away from him now. 

Chapter 2
Steve was ready to shove his way right past the mobs but whilst he was planning out his escape he realized his ladder has gone missing! Steve was ready to give up, after an hour of trying to mine the gold ore with his blocky, iron pickaxe, and now this? Then a very logical idea struck his head like thunder, he clenched his pickaxe tightly and dug down three blocks, and covered the top before the "creepy crawlie" and the erhm, no just a zombie, could jump in with him. Steve blew a sign of relif. He placed a bright torch next to himself and started to dig stairs upwards.

Chapter 3 (if you think im making more chapters too quickly tell me c: )
Steve hazily dug upwards with his pickaxe, again becoming unaware of what was happening, he ran out of torches. He snapped back to reality when his pickaxe shattered into pieces. Steve groaned, he was obviously annoyed about the situation he was in. he sat down on the stone to think of a way to escape... He considered digging with his bare hands, but he was surrounded my stone, it would be impossible to escape. His thought swirled around, considering the impossible. Steve soon came to the conclusion that he would have to go back down an face the two mobs.

Chapter 4
Steve nimbly walked down the stair, prepared to fight the monsters, but then soon again, he faced another slight problem. He would have to punch the stone to get to his destination. Of course, it would not seem too hard but to think about the time it would take; after Steve would have assumptively destroyed the stone block, he would have to wait for the mobs to jump on in into the burrow, then he would have to kill them with his hands, and last but not least he would have to make stairs in the stoneto get back up. And that could take him hours. as steve began to fiercely punch the blocks, but being careful to make sure he did not use up all of his energy in one go. As steve finally broke the hunk or stone, the "creepy crawlie" and the zombie both fell in. They must have been waiting right above him.

Chapter 5 (end of story ;-;)
Steve clenched his fists tightly, and began to pound the zombie to the ground first, killing it (sadly ;-;) as he made his way closer to the entrance, the spider leaped at him, biting steve hard in the shoulder. Caught of guard by the attack, Steve needed to take his time to recover. The "creepy crawlie" took advantage of this moment and lunged at him prepared to land a killing blow. Steve felt his life flash before him, but it was not over. A strange man, with long orange hair with a green shirt was standing beside Steve, he could easily tell the man was much younger than him. The strange man began to speak, "My name is Alex, I heard fighting so I came down here as quickly as I could. I cant stand when a player dies in vain." "Thank you for not letting the spider kill me, but im afraid its time for me to let go." Steve whispered. Alex sighed and patted Steve's head, "Im sad to see you go." Steve felt his eyes close and his body collapse. His life, fading from his body. You died! Steve clicked respawn. "A new world, a new life! he yelled proundly.

Proundly.

I wanted to draw this for the story O , O ^^ I just realized I didn't outline the eyebrows nooo
they were so fantabulous...I can promise you my art usually doesn't look this bad ;;

Everybody Is like a potatoe, they start fresh but lack personality, they lack spice, they lack their unique form. They are bland from the start, no matter how hard you try to see differently, a young child is equal to a blank sheet of paper. But who said they did not have chance to bloom? Who said they did not have a chance to change the world? Who said they do not have a future?
nobody

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Thought of this while I was going to the state fair yay for me.

No Matter how far you run, the future will catch you, and eat you for your sins. No matter how well you hide, the future will dicover your hiding spot, and torture you for your horrible thoughts. No matter how well you blend in with the community, the future will come to destroy your feelings. But you can stay strong, and create a new past. With future by your side.

I dont remember writing this. spoopy