The EndermanNightfall. Nighttime. Night. Darkness. Stars. Moon. Wait... moon? Moon, round and bright. Crescent shaped. Moon. Sun? No, sun is gone. No sun. Good. Sun is bad. Sun is evil. Darkness is good. Darkness is perfection.The Enderman4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Now we build.
Bit by bit, block by block. Darkness consumes, but no matter. Moonlight enough, more then enough. So I build-- we build. They are not far, but I am alone. Black skin. White eyes. Long arms. Long legs. Tall, too tall. Building, always building (but why?)
Sandcastles (previous night). Wooden tower (not mine). Waves of the ocean--
OCEAN! AWAY get
away get away
get away get away
get away get away--
I escaped. Water far away. Keep it away. Building again. Towers, pyramids, anything, everything. Far away, they are far away. I cannot see them. Oh well, must build, they will be fine.
Small tower, getting larger. No joy, never joy, must build. Resources,
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
EndermanEnderman4 years ago in Short Stories
I was a miner just like everyone...a simple miner that wanted diamonds, a nice home, and a pet wolf to defend me...I had it all and I was so happy...of course I saw that more joined. I liked this and had friends other than the cows and pigs. I enjoyed this untill someone came...it was a new player and I expected to help them around and give them housing. the problem is they never spoke...and always were following me and watching me...I felt needed so I gave them shelter in my home but they never ate, nor did they mine, they just followed me. one day I finally convinced him to stay home and he did with a nod. I had went out to get more food when I came back to a dead dog, my dog. I saw him stare at me and I got angry and punched him. he shrugged it off when I said sorry and we went on with me giving a grave to my dog. soon we began to communicate and I found he liked a lot of things I did. he started mining with me and fighting slowly. day by day we fought creepers and skeletons tog