Herobrine. The Ghost of Minecraft
This is my first story so go easy on me. I've read tons of stories from this website so one day I decided to write one of my own. This will be told through a 3rd person perspective. Here it is!
Steve woke up in a plains biome. "Where am I...?" Steve said. He got up and looked around noticing a forest nearby. "A forest? Good. I need wood." Steve said while walking towards the nearest tree. Later, Steve had managed to build a small wooden house. He stepped back to look at his handiwork. "Alright, enough staring let's get some wool for a bed!" he said. He had killed two sheep when he felt like someone was watching him. He shrugged it off and killed the last sheep. "I need to hurry." Steve said. He crafted a bed and went to sleep right when the moon could be seen creeping over the horizon. He woke around midnight and heard a strange sound at his door. "Huh? Who's there?" Steve said, "Must be the wind." He went back to sleep and awoke at morning. "Time to go mining!" he said as he took his wooden pickaxe out of his chest. Steve tripped on something as he walked towards a cave. "Agh! Whats this?" He said as he got up and stared at the Minecraftian shaped figure laying on the ground.
First chapter done! Leave a review if you want. It would help a lot. Thanks!
-lefty39