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Write a story about Minecraft
If I like your story, I'll add a sequel and give it an emerald. If I don't like it, I'll still add a sequel but will not give the emerald.
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T'was a beautiful morning. The cow walked along the meadow, idly chewing grass and gazing across at her home. A little way off, a sheep woke up, ambling to a nearby lake for a drink. Chickens wandered around, pecking the grass for loose seeds. And along the horizon, the outline of a man could be seen.
This wasn't normally unusual, travelers were often seen wandering through these parts, but this man was different. He didn't look different, mind you, but something about the feel he gave off was unnerving. It might have been the way he carried his pickaxe. Maybe it was the way he held himself. As if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. We may never know.
He surveyed his surroundings for a while before moving down into the meadow. The cow mood a warning to the sheep, who lifted her head from the water and considered her friend curiously, as if to ask, "Why did you interrupt me?"
Nothing more was communicated though, for a moment later came a terrified squawk. One of the chickens ran wildly for the woods. A sudden glint of sunlight on a blade, a flashing red of feathers, and then quiet. The man picked up a small piece of meat and turned toward the sheep. His face was expressionless.
Panic is something most everyone experiences at some point in their life. Nothing seems to make sense. You might think: "I'm going to die" or you might not have a single thought. This was a new feeling for the cow. She raced across the meadow, mooing frantically. Everything was a blur. The cry of her friend met her ears. Her head slammed into the body of the man just after a second cry from the sheep was uttered.
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Steve burst through the door. "Hey Alex! Guess what I finally found!"
"What?"
"A piece of wool for your painting!"
"Really? That's great! I was wondering, are you still going to wright that book?"
"Yup! Got some leather while I was out too!"
That sounded a little darker than it did in my head, sorry.
This wasn't normally unusual, travelers were often seen wandering through these parts, but this man was different. He didn't look different, mind you, but something about the feel he gave off was unnerving. It might have been the way he carried his pickaxe. Maybe it was the way he held himself. As if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. We may never know.
He surveyed his surroundings for a while before moving down into the meadow. The cow mood a warning to the sheep, who lifted her head from the water and considered her friend curiously, as if to ask, "Why did you interrupt me?"
Nothing more was communicated though, for a moment later came a terrified squawk. One of the chickens ran wildly for the woods. A sudden glint of sunlight on a blade, a flashing red of feathers, and then quiet. The man picked up a small piece of meat and turned toward the sheep. His face was expressionless.
Panic is something most everyone experiences at some point in their life. Nothing seems to make sense. You might think: "I'm going to die" or you might not have a single thought. This was a new feeling for the cow. She raced across the meadow, mooing frantically. Everything was a blur. The cry of her friend met her ears. Her head slammed into the body of the man just after a second cry from the sheep was uttered.
...
Steve burst through the door. "Hey Alex! Guess what I finally found!"
"What?"
"A piece of wool for your painting!"
"Really? That's great! I was wondering, are you still going to wright that book?"
"Yup! Got some leather while I was out too!"
That sounded a little darker than it did in my head, sorry.
I still like it :) Anyway;
SEQUEL: 5 days later...
The sheep and the other animals are mourning the death of their relatives when the man appears again. They all try to run for cover, but one baby sheep, who just learned to walk, doesn't make it to the rest... thankfully, the man runs past him, still heading for the others.
With the man on their heels, the baby sheep also felt panic and was terrified for the others. He leaped towards him and landed on him with so much force he might as well have thrown an anvil onto the mans back! The man was knocked over and swore. The baby had never heard swearing, so he thought it was a battle cry and continued to fight by hitting the man on the arms and neck.
"Might as well finish off this runt while I'm at it," he said. Then a glint of silver, and everything went dark...
Hope you like it!
SEQUEL: 5 days later...
The sheep and the other animals are mourning the death of their relatives when the man appears again. They all try to run for cover, but one baby sheep, who just learned to walk, doesn't make it to the rest... thankfully, the man runs past him, still heading for the others.
With the man on their heels, the baby sheep also felt panic and was terrified for the others. He leaped towards him and landed on him with so much force he might as well have thrown an anvil onto the mans back! The man was knocked over and swore. The baby had never heard swearing, so he thought it was a battle cry and continued to fight by hitting the man on the arms and neck.
"Might as well finish off this runt while I'm at it," he said. Then a glint of silver, and everything went dark...
Hope you like it!
Nice!
i didnt make the story, but a sequel to the 6 hour long movie songs of war would be cool...
(ofc i dont expect you to watch six hours even tho its really good)
also idk what a sequel would be like
(ofc i dont expect you to watch six hours even tho its really good)
also idk what a sequel would be like
ohio920dagamer plays minecraft.
ohio920dagamer says "it's ohio time"
and then ohios all over the place.
ohio920dagamer then spontaneously combusts.
ohio920dagamer says "it's ohio time"
and then ohios all over the place.
ohio920dagamer then spontaneously combusts.
Bob kills the ender dragon.The end. : )
The one he killed was the mom. When he goes to an ocean monument, he sees the Ender Dragon dad, but the underwater fight is much harder because every time he tries to go up for air, it pushes him back down with his paw or foot or whatever you'd like to call it. He (the dragon) also takes a lot of damage from Bob throwing prismarine shards at him. Eventually Bob dies because he can't breathe and the Dragon wins. NOW the end :9
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george clooney enter minceraft, and he kill teh dargon...
he say "i georggeb cloongy™ """ nd then everyone dyesis
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he say "i georggeb cloongy™ """ nd then everyone dyesis
andnnf then e jdjan nonc swwa thee ennd and hete ednnn peom
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Omg I remember when I was about 9-10, I had a whole story written about my Minecraft cats. I'll try and find it but I wrote it using a Minecraft book and I made the world so long ago I reckon it might be gone
I actually do that all the time! Unfortunately, i keep accidentally clearing my inventory and losing all my work, so I TOTALLY get you when you say "it might be gone" basically all my Minecraft diaries are getting accidentally cleared out
I thought I was the only one lol. It's pretty fun to do but it sucks when you lose it
totally :(
You guys are not alone /0 0\
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When I was like 10, I had a whole inner world filled with stories happening in Minecraft
I'm actually writing a book about Minecraft and I need ideas. Can you try to spread the word?
I probably won't write back right away, but you should still feel free to write it right away so that you don't forget.
