Scratch

A story of Minecraft.  I'm going to keep updating every so often.  Suggestions welcome.

Chapter One
       I was falling...falling...falling...I landed and screamed! 
       My eyes snapped open. Oh, phew, a dream.  Just a dream.... Then I looked around at my surroundings.
       I was standing(standing?) on a patch of grass, leaning against a tree.  In front of me a small, crystal-clear pool of water rippled under the early morning sun and the grass was flat, weirdly enough.
       My heart missed a beat as a "MOO!" broke the eerie silence!  Whirling around, I let out a deep breath.  A cow.  Nearby, a pig, two sheep, and four chickens.  But why was everything so blocky? 
       I punched the tree several times and jumped back as a block of wood came flying off it!  What the...it's not falling?  Curious, I punched another and it sailed off the tree, all in one piece.  Again and again I did this.  Whoa!  What happened to gravity?
       What about dirt?  I punched at the dirt and it disintegrated into a cube that magically warped into my backpack, just like the wood!
       Stone?  I bit my lip at the pain as I beat a gray rock with my fist.  But it just broke into a pile of useless pebbles and I was left cleaning my hand, bloodied from the stone, on my shirt.
       Night was approaching.  A sudden wave of darkness washed over me and I jumped.  Then another, and another, until it was really dark and I could barely see.
       Behind me, something hissed.  A snake?
       KABOOM!  I screamed as something knocked me flat and shot the ground out from under me!  Shaken, both figuratively and literally, I lay there a moment, panting, then I finally got up and stared at the disfigured carcass that lay in front of me.
      In terms of shape, it was like a rectangle with two fat, square legs.  The face had only dots for eyes and a mouth.  Its color was a digustingly mottled green that not even the crankiest old lady would wear.  I could see inside of it a pile of gray dust, but then it warped into my backpack.
      Twang!  I screamed and jumped with pain and surprise as an arrow took me through the hand!  Grabbing a stick, I yelled, "Who's there?  Show yourselves, you stinking cowards!"
       Clink.  Clink.  Clink.  The stick trembled under my fingers, lances of pain stabbing my hand over and over.
        Twang!  Twang!  The last thing I saw was an insanely freaky skeleton standing over me, bow in hand, then I was standing by the small pool.

Chapter Two
       They say the only time you die in dreams is if you're really dead.  But this was a dream...wasn't it?
       I glanced at my hand.  No more arrow!  Then I remembered the skeleton archer and that...that...thing.  What kind of world was this?
      A hissing sound behind me!  I whirled and skipped back several paces, this time catching sight of the ugly creature before...KABOOM!  I teetered on the edge of the huge hole, then stepped back to safety.
       The gray powder warped into my empty backpack and I realized I must have lost all the wood and dirt when I...died?
       I grabbed a block of wood, wrenched it from the tree, and snapped into sticks, then hurriedly made a wooden swordish thing. 
       A hissing sound, but different this time, quicker, more like a "twish" than a "hiss".  I whirled in the direction of the sound, my heart missing a beat as I caught sight of something black, a spider!  Its eyes glowed red like the embers of a fire. 
       And then it was on me!  I screamed and struggled under the huge, hairy legs, flailing about with my sword!  I struck it once, twice, three, four times!  Wrenching myself from the spider's sticky embrace, I held my sword out tremblingly as it ran towards me! 
       Then it ran straight on to the wooden blade and it was dead!
       A wave of excitement and relief swept through me as I bent to take the string from the giant arachnid's carcass.  I was going to survive.

Last edited by PlutoIsHades (2011-09-06 16:06:09)