Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
The Wretched Hand of Justice - part I PROLOGUEThe Wretched Hand of Justice - part I2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pistol's hollow clack announced the absence of ammunition. Jhavin furiously threw it away and drew his magical curved saber in less than a second. But it took that same amount of time for the monster to sink its poisonous fangs into his forearm. Jhavin refused to cry out, and swung his free fist and clobbered the four-legged abomination's skull, but still the creature would not unclamp its jaw. So the fighter switched the saber in his other hand and split open the hound's neck, right along the spine. It yelped loudly, then released Jhavin's arm and leaped aside, struggling to keep balance. But Jhavin would not allow it to recover. He spun over to the beast and slashed at it with his blade and when the creature tried to bite back desperately, he swung and jumped over it as easily as a jaguar leaps over its prey and ended the creature's life wit
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.Enderman2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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