Rise of Herobrine. A Minecraft original story

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The sun was going down.    It was a race against time. Steve checked his pouch, just to be sure , ' of course it's a wooden sword" he sighed. He needed to craft a watch being caught off guard like that sucked.    Life was hard, making a home was the most important thing to be done, well second most important if you take the happenings of the last few days into consideration. He'd spent the whole day collecting materials and food. Kind of ironic how he had a diamond pick but a wooden sword. It was getting darker.     The animals had already left the plains, seeking shelter. He zoomed through the plains with little hindrances. His cave side house was just across the river. " Maybe I could build out a porche. Alex would like that" he thought as he sneaked across the narrow dirt bridge.     It was right there.     He hoped she wasn't home. Alex.     He hoped she'll sleep in the village tonight. She wouldn't support what he'd do, or where he'd
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Blankstep:A zombie apocalypse original story. Part 1

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 PROLOGUE

He could do nothing, nothing but watch her die 

              Watching from the shadows,with unfathomable pain welling in his chest,he would have cried out, would have run full speed to her rescue, would have moved hell to save her. It hurt,it hurt bad. Watching them rip her apart caused him anguish,each chunck of flesh torn caused a sharp throb in his heart.

She was dying, painfully. Slowly.

        He should have been the one out there, his Sara .

She looked at him with pained eyes, betrayed eyes. He didn't Know when the tears came,he keeled over on his knees,he did not deserve to live,life meant nothing without her. His head hung in shame ,his pains coming in waves,he couldn't take it,just couldn't. He was a monster,a traitor. He deserved to die.


                          BEFORE THE FALL

                      DECEMBER 13th, 2019

       He'd never felt happier in his life, seeing all of his friends there,all of them celebrating him. He was so glad, he loved them all.

               Shade walked over to the drinking fountain with a slight limp, he had stumped his toe when playing ball the previous evening.

               Not that he was thirsty or anything,but because Sara was there.

                He leaned casually against table, taking calculated glances at her ,she looked so pretty.

                  He was still prepping to start up a conversation , things had been very awkward between them lately. He wanted to clear things up before be left for school the next day........


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