Once again I delve into battle for Rachael Ritchey’s blog battle. This week the word is shenanigans which was a bit hard for me, but here goes.
- 1000 words max
- fictional tale (or true if you really want)
- PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
- Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
- Go for the entertainment value!
- State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
- Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
- Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a linkback to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/orinclude a link to this page in your own blog post(it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
- Have fun!
It had been a while since Steve had found the Ender Dragon in the cave and he had mainly stayed at home and organised all the things he had collected from the cave. Some of it had been put to very good use. The problem now was that he needed to protect his house better. Fences and walls weren’t doing the trick as creepers kept exploding and making holes in them, the the zombie would come along and pull doors off the house. These shenanigans were getting tiresome and wasted all the things he collected. What he needed were some Iron Golums to help. He had tried to grow some pumpkins to finish them but again… the creepers would blow them up.
Steve thought about what he could do. Then he had an idea. Not far out to sea there was a small island where he could grow the pumpkins safely, then bring them back and finish his Iron Golums. He reckoned he only needed four or five Golums, if he kept them within some walls then they would stay and protect the house and not wander off.
“Brilliant” he thought. In no time he had put his crafting table to use and made two rowing boats (you needed to make sure that you had a spare one). He collected some golden apples, his diamond sword (one of many now) and his bow and arrows and set off to the sea.
In no time he reached the sea and started rowing across the water. The island was deserted and had lots of grassy area which would be good for planting and grwoing. It didn’t take long for him to make a planter and plant the seeds. With nothing more he could do he put a fence around the pumpkins with a gate and set off back home. For a few more days he would need to guard his house himself. When he got home Steve made some treches around the house to re-direct anyunwanted monsters from his house. This kind of worked, but again, the creepers seemed very good at making craters in the ground so he had to rebuild them. After a few more days passed Steve once again set off for the Island.
When he got there he found that his pumpkins had grown, some of his seeds had been Melons too, he wasn’t sure how this was put picked them all then planted some more before setting off back to make his defences. He built an outside wall made of wood blocks and within this made two more walls, with a fence around his home that was nice to look at. The walls were some distance from the house and there he made a cross of four iron blocks, he did this four times and built some steop to the top of each one. There he placed the final part – the pumpkins!
As he placed the pumpkin on each one the figure came to life, looked at him briefly and then wandered about in it’s own random fashion within the walls he had made.
“Ha! Get past my Golums now creepers!” he said to himself as the five of them wandered about and stood guard. A trench around the outer wall meant that nothing should get close. As it got dark Steve went into his house, had a few golden apples and a roast chicken for dinner and went to sleep.
In the morning he woke up and look outside. He couldn’t believe it! The walls were unharmed, but…
“Where are my Iron Golums?” He said aloud to himself.
The gates were closed and the walls were intact. They must have climbed over the walls to live a free life. This wasn’t Steve day. In a momnet he decided that maybe Island living was for him, so he started packing his things to and find an island to live on. He left the house intact, but as he rowed off, he chuckled to himself as he had left dynamite traps all over the house and left the doors open.
“Let the creepers take it he thought”
Copyright Simon Farnell 2015
No ownership claimed on pictures – all found on google.