Minecraft Creative Writing

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

The curiosities that revolve around this event infatuate me. The night of the occurrence I knew something was off, I was petrified. I lied awake that night trying to remove my mind from the agonizing fear that crippled me, giving myself countless alternative reasons for the sounds that rudely awoke me. This man that did this to me was not a stranger, I spoke to him many times throughout the week and he was consistently kind, maybe it was part of his plan, so I wouldn’t suspect it. He was a regular acquaintance that I consistently interacted with, to me he wouldn’t ever hurt a fly, but that night, seconds before my death, I saw alarmingly unfamiliar resentment from the way he looked at me. I knew the noises weren’t the crickets. I hoped that

This morning I walked into your room because I heard quite a commotion of hangers hitting walls and drawers being slammed. Either you were trying to capture, kill, or scare a spider OR you were having an emotional breakdown. Either way, I was ready for it. I had Love and Logic training and knew exactly what I needed to say and how to say it…bring it on sweetie. I was not ready for you, my beautiful, kind-hearted SIX-YEAR-OLD daughter, to be throwing clothes around your room while yelling, “Mom! I cannot wear the outfit I set out last night because it makes me look fat!” Ummmm, WHAT? I wanted to scream, “You are six years old! Are you out of your ever-loving mind? You are not supposed to see yourself like that! You are six; how could you be so crazy about the way you look already?” Instead, I told you how beautiful, brilliant, and strong you are and that you are being silly. In other words, I disregarded and minimized your feelings entirely.

Mom was at the door. She swiftly raise her hand to mouth, a mother’s call for her child. Alice hugs me tightly, and runs into the house. Dad jumps at her. Alice screams and then beautiful laugh.

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

Mom would be home soon and I was getting kind of bored. I broke through the gaggle of girls barking at Krista, said a quick goodbye and started home. Luckily for me, Krista’s house was only 5 or 10 minutes away from mine. Unluckily for me, I didn’t bring a coat, so I had to trek into the frigid, biting wind that nipped at my body the entire time home. As soon as I reached my house my body was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, the familiar smell of waffles and syrup greeting my nose. Since my mom wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, I didn’t try to sneak back in. Yet to my surprise, as I stomped upstairs I heard a voice coming from her room. It’s probably just Ally on the phone or something, I reassured myself. When I passed by my mom’s room, it wasn’t Ally standing there, it was my mom pacing the room with a worried expression on her face. Something I’ve never seen

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

Swoosh, the puck went past James as the opposing team tried to clear it. I, the team captain and role model on ice, backpedaled and skated as hard as I could, to try and retrieve it so we could continue with our power play. My team’s biggest rival, the Knights and their league leading scorer, Brian Daley - who I am tied with him for the league scoring title coming into today were tied for first in the league. Whoever won tonight’s match would be the first seed in the playoffs, facing off against the easy Jets. Back to the game now, oh, why can't James do anything right? In my eyes, it was a mistake that could cost us a goal. It's only the first minutes of the game and he already cost us a scoring opportunity. Does he want to win or not? Does

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened.

"Jared and I have been discussing your behavior the past several weeks and I think we've finally come to the conclusion that it's not working when we punish you."

“Because I was just so dang excited, that’s why,” said Eli, stepping closer to her, not realizing that she wanted to smack him. “It’s good to see your fire back, Allie Mae. It’s been missing of late.”

Every writer has a beginning. This is the story of how I started out writing.