Minecraft
Chapter 1- David: 1st Night
It was a bright and sunny day in the forest. Birds sang in the trees, rabbits hopped around, eating the grasses and turtles lazed around by the river. Under the shade of an oak tree by the river, a boy of about fourteen years old lay half in the water with various cuts and gashes on his arms and face. His black hair was matted with leaves and dirt, his turquoise shirt torn and dirty, his purple pants in shreds and soaked with blood, and his grey shoes worn and ragged. A green backpack lay next to him, empty. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, confused and dazed. He looked around slowly, trying to regain his bearings.
"Wh-where am I?" he said. He rubbed his face and moved his hand quickly. His entire face was full of dirty cuts that stung. He stood up and looked around. The forest was quiet, save the sounds of the animals. The sun was slowly going down. The boy looked around and saw the backpack. He walked over and rummaged around inside. The only thing inside was a piece of paper that read, "To survive, get wood, make shelter. Crafting Table". The boy was confused. He had no axe or saw, so how was he supposed to get any wood? He crumpled the note and threw it on the ground. He decided he would just follow the river. It was sure to lead to a town.
He walked for hours. The sun soon went down and the moon rose high into the sky. He was exhausted, and his body ached from the cuts and bruises all over his body. He was so tired and so angry he didn't know what he was going to do.
"Look for wood? Look for wood?! Here's some wood!" he screamed looking at a tree. He raised his foot and kicked at the tree. A sickening crunch was heard. The boy was startled believing he may have hurt himself. His leg felt fine. Then he looked at where he had kicked the tree. A large crack had appeared through the base of the tree. He continued to kick the tree, and then decided to punch it. The bark was soft, like carpet.
When the cracks connected, the one meter of wood dropped out of its place in the tree. The stump and the upper part of the tree were disconnected, the higher part floating. The piece that he had destroyed was about an inch in size. "He sat there, staring at the piece of wood, floating just above his hands. He was enraged. If he was to survive, he needed to get wood. He'd found a way to get wood, but at the size of an inch it seemed useless. "This is so, STUPID!" he shouted. He threw the piece of wood and it broke into smaller cubes. The boy walked over to the cubes. There were four tan cubes of soft, polished wooden planks. He turned back to the tree and continued mashing the rest of the upper part of the tree. Upon destroying the tree, he smashed the blocks into the ground turning them into more wooden planks.
At about midnight the boy had destroyed 3 trees, and had a total of 48 wooden planks. He understood why he needed the wood now. He realized that placing the blocks down without force enlarged them to about a meter in length. Punching them enough times returned them to their inch-sized form, for easy packing. He built his shelter about four blocks long, three high and four across. He used about 33 planks to make his shack. The noises in the thicket worried him. He saw figures as big as he was. What could they be…? He decided to close up the door, just in case. In the pitch dark he couldn't see anything. There was nothing to do now…except review what had recently happened. His name was David. He was 14 years old. That was all he could remember. That was a problem. He didn't know where he was from or how he got here. He'd have to sleep and figure out what to do tomorrow.
Well, tell me what you think. I've got more chapters but I'm not posting anymore for a while until I know people want to read it.