Minecraft Steve and the Phamtom Presence #Blogbattle #Fantasy

It’s blog battle time again. The weekly battle of the blog run by Rachael Ritchey . This weeks word is ‘Bottle’ and we’re returing to Minecraft Steve again this week. Thisis manly becasue I can create a fairly short story with this format, eveything else I seem to have done is a short story of something huge… SMH. I hope you enjoy!

Rules:

1. 1000 words max
2. fictional tale (or true if you really want)
3. PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
4. 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
5. Go for the entertainment value!
6. State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
7. Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
8. Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include 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)
9. Have fun!

Steve watched from his small island house as a number of monsters floated around in the sea, slowly making their way towards the island in their random way. Bobbin up and down and groaning like the monsters they were. He thought he was free of this. He had already lost one house and his iron Golums. Steve had a plan though, he was going to go out when it was dark and see where they were all coming from.

The best part of his plan is that with all the weird things coming to him, they had left same nasty but useful things behind. With these he was able to make some potions, including a few bottles of invisibility potion. Making this had been difficult and fermenting a spiders eyeball had been the worst part of it. Yuk!

Steve waited for night to fall and took with him his diamond armour, sword, bow and arrows and of course the bottles of invisibility potion. Getting into his boat he rowed across the sea to the main island. He got out some way from where his house used to be. Not far away he could see the monsters emerging, making sure he took his armour off so he couldn’t be seen he drank a bottle of potion and keeping his diamond sword hidden too but close he made his way to through the monsters toward his house.

Passing by with creepers and zombie pigmen all around him he was surprised to see it intact. Sure the walls he had left had holes in, but a wayward creeper hadn’t yet blown up the house. This was odd he thought. Taking a look though the door he noticed as he got closer there were arrows in the wall. These were not his and his trap had been disassembled. There were things in the chest and other things had been moved. Without maving anything he crapt out and shut the door as he found it and walked deeper into the woods.

Working his way though the monsters he soon discovered more arrows, not many – but enough. Who’s arrows were they? Then he saw that a spawner had been laid and from it was coming all the different monsters you could imagine. These could only be destroyed by the person that laid them, he wanted to know who this was. So finding a high point from where he could see he waited… A cooked pork chop kept hunger away while he waited and another bottle of potion kept him invisible.

He was soon tired of waiting and was about to give up when someone passed through. They were wearing iron armour and had a creeper mask on. They stopped briefly to kill off a few monsters, then made their way back towards the house. Steve started after them, running as fast as he could he didn’t notice his invisibility potion wearing off. He reached the person just as they were walking through the gates, they turned and jumped as he stood there before them. Letting out a yelp!

“Ahhh! It’s you!” They shrieked.

“Yes, I think you need to tell me what’s been going on!” Steve told them. He was angry and wanted to know who this was and why they were making his life horrible.

“Let’s go in” They said. Steve followed and looked at them as they pulled the creeper mask off.

“I’m Mike he said, hanging his haed. I’m sorry I scared you off with all the monsters, but I liked your house so much and I didn’t think you would share!” Mike explained sadly “I’m new to crafting and I’m not as good as you Steve. I’m sorry – I should go shouldn’t I?”

Mike made his way to the door, knowing that Steve’s diamond sword would be no match for his iron armour.

“Wait” Said Steve “You want to learn crafting?” Mike nodded

“I’ll teach you if you like” Miked looked up – surprised by this “I’ll show you where the best places to find things, I’ll even share with you some of what I have to get you started and I’m sure in no time you’ll be building a house better than this.”

” I don’t think so. But why would you do this?”

“It’s really quiet and lonely on my own Mike and having someone about to talk to would be great. Besides, we can have better adventures with two of us” Mike smiled and Steve was happy to finally have some company apart from the monsters. That night they both sat by the wood fire, eating the bread and pork chops, finished off with cake. Tomorrow was going to be the start of newer and better adventures. Before they went to bed Steve asked Mike

“What did you do with my iron golums?” Mike suddenly went red

“I buried them in a cave under the house, I was going to get them out tomorrow.” Steve laughed…

“You’ll be a great cafter Mike”.

Copyright 2015 Simon Farnell

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