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Use this thread to post your creative short stories ( I will be posting my own when I'm done with it)
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Use this thread to post your creative short stories ( I will be posting my own when I'm done with it)
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I was making pancakes and I went for a pan flip and it hit the ground.
I cried.
Oh man... I just remember what i used to do ad a kid. I used to make stories out of notebooks. Because i love stories, i always did and still do.
I used to make comic type of stories. (And i still have the entire stack of notebooks i used to make stories) Everyone thought i was creative and even took the time to be nice and read some of the stories i made. Even though it was hard for them to read , they read it anyway. But then i grew out of it. But i continue to love stories in video games and movies.
Anyway enough me blab on about my past, heres a short story:
Once upon a time, i farted and the whole world exploded. The end! There best story ever. :P
Is still love writing stories
Here's one I wrote when I was a sophomore in high school called, Wasteland. It was meant to be a multipart story, but I never got around to writing some of the other parts. I haven't read it in so long, so I have no idea if it holds up or not.
There stood a dark forrest surrounded by tall eerie looking pine trees. The dark forrest reeked of death and despair. In this forrest, my nine year old sister and I dashed through the trees and the thickets attempting to avoid the mysterious reptilian creature behind us. I began to pant harder than a dehydrate dog while constantly making sure that my sister was with me. We continued to run through the forrest without stopping until my sister tripped. As she fell, she put out her hands in an attempt to catch herself. But in a matter of seconds, I heard a snapping sound and cries, both coming from her. My sister lay there sobbing. It looked like her wrist was broken, but there was no time for first aid at the moment. I quickly got to my sister’s side and helped her up.
“Laurie, come on,” I said. “We have to get back to the compound.”
Before we could start running again, the mysterious lizard-like creature that was chasing us, leaped out of nowhere and tackled Laurie and knocked me off my feet causing me to land flat on my back. I quickly got to my feet only to see the creature on top of Laurie about to brutally maul her.
“LAURIE!” I shouted.
“JOHN!” Laurie cried. “HELP ME!”
I was ready to tackle the scaley freak in a few seconds, but before I could do anything, the monster raised its right claw and struck it down into Laurie’s stomach. I watched in horror as the light began to fade from her eyes. I couldn’t decide whether to shout in depression of my sister or in anger towards the creature. But before I could do anything else, the scene switched.
I was no longer in the forrest. I was now in a small room with a rusty wall and a filthy ceiling. I wasn’t about to stand up and let out rage, I was relaxed and lying with my back on a cheap, but decently comfortable mattress. I sat up and wiped off the waterfall of sweat that was dripping down my forehead trying to process everything I had just seen. I slowly climbed off the mattress and exited from the room into a dark hallway. I proceeded to walk down it until a I reached a door on the far left. I quietly opened it and entered a room that was empty except for another mattress and another little girl sleeeping on it. That little girl was Laurie and she was still sound asleep. Thank god, she’s alright. If she really was mauled by a monster, I wouldn’t know what to do.
I left the room slowly closing the door. I went back into my room and opened the blinds to the window. All I could see was an empty field. Looks like tonight, it’s gonna remain quiet. It’s been 12 years since it happened. Since the Event. 12 years ago, there was a massive explosion in New York City that leveled 45 city blocks. Nobody knew what was going on or what the cause of the devastation was. But those who survived the disaster began to change. They started to grow sharp teeth, scales, and about seven more feet in size. Their appearance wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Their speed and strength has been highly modified too. In a matter of weeks, people were being infected by or killed by these creatures. We call them Skinks, because of their reptile like appearance. They’re still around and they’re always hungry.
The Event happened when I was four years old. Immediately after everything started going to hell, my parents and I fled the city and settled in the mountains. About six years later, Laurie was born. Due to the fact that we had no anesthetic, my mom nearly died of blood loss giving birth to her. But luckily, my dad had the exact same blood type as her and managed to save her and deliver Laurie. Even in this war torn hellbent world, some things can work out. Or so we thought.
One night, some bandits broke into our cabin demanding food and supplies. Before Mom confronted them, she gave me baby Laurie and told me to hide and to take Laurie with me. Like any decent child, I obeyed. I took Laurie and we both hid in a nearby closet. I don’t remember a lot, but I remember the bandits were shouting slurs at our parents and rudley demanding things. The closet I was hiding in was in a completely different room, so I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. As the yelling continued, I heard a gunshot. The sound was so loud it pierced my ears nearly rendering me deaf. I then heard another gunshot immediately afterwards. I had hold Laurie against my chest to mask her incredibly loud crying. I continued to hide not knowing whether the source of the gunshot came from one of my parents or one of the bandits. It remained silent for what seemed like hours, so I assumed the bandits were gone. I slowly opened the door to the closet and looked around. Nothing but darkness. I proceeded to walk towards the source of where the gun was fired only to see two bodies on the floor. I prayed to God that it was the bandits, but as I drew closer to the two corpses, I soon saw that they were my parents. Instantly, my stomach dropped and my heart felt like it had been pierced with the sharpest sword on the planet. I dropped down to my knees still carrying Laurie. I let out a cry of anger and sadness that echoed through the cabin and into the night. I then saw my mom, who was bareley still alive, who told me to come to her. I quickly got to my mom’s side. All she said was, “Take care of Laurie, John.” Then she rolled over her head and died. There was no time for a burial due to the fact that the badits could return. So I took Laurie and we fled the cabin. Ever since then we’ve been running. Now we’re here, at an old compound in God knows where.
That night still haunts me to this very day. I could’ve stopped it somehow. I could’ve learned how to use a gun, so I could’ve shot the scum that killed Mom and Dad. But no, it’s too late. Damn it! It’s too late. As I contemplated this while continuing to stare out the window, I heard a small innocent little voice say, “Hey.”
I looked behind me and saw Laurie standing there in the doorway.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I responded. “Just-just a bad dream.”
“Another one?” Laurie asked strictly. “These are becoming a problem.”
“They’re just dreams,” I said. “Nothing more.”
“But--”
“They’re just dreams, Laurie! OK!” I snapped. My voice retaliated after noticing Laurie’s hurt looking expression.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “I-I- It’s just been rough and I’m exhausted.
“I understand,” Laurie muttered. She walked up to be and wrapped her arms around my back.
“It’s been hard for me too.”
The day was hotter than a boiling egg on a skillet. The sun was brighter than a combination of a lightbulb and every star in the universe combined. I stepped outside of the compound with my crossbow in one hand and my hunting knife in another. Every morning, Laurie and I would go hunting because, well, all the grocery stores and restaurants have been raided, so we really have no choice but to hunt for our food. Every time we kill an animal, Laurie says “I’m sorry.” Can’t really blame her. I do always feel bad for killing some of the wildlife, but I always thought to myself that they weren’t going to survive with all the Skinks around anyway.
“Laurie!” I shouted. “Come on. We gotta get breakfast.” Laurie stepped outside looking unsatisfied for some reason.
“We always go hunting in the same place,” she said. “Can we go hunting by the canyon.”
“No,” I replied. “The reason we hunt in the same place every day is because we’re familiar with it. We’re not familiar with the canyon. It’s too big.”
“But the canyon has water,” Laurie whimpered. “And fish. Non-murky water and fish. There’s no fish in the lake and the water looks diarrhea.”
“No, Laurie. It’s too big and we have no clue what’s down there. There could be nests of Skinks down there.”
“John, we haven’t fought or even found a Skink in three months. I think we’re safe.”
After arguing for a few more moments, I let out a sigh and said, “Fine, we’ll go to the canyon.”
After walking through the woods for a few moments, we began to hear to sound of rushing water. Laurie was more excited to hear that than me because she immediatly sprinted towards the sound.
“Laurie!” I shouted. “Wait for me.”
I walked down the trail and soon saw a massive ridge probably about a mile wide. Down below was a roaring river. There, I saw Laurie staring down with awe in her eyes.
“Come on, John,” she said enthusiastically. As she took off again, I quickly followed. But before I got too far, I heard Laurie let out the loudest scream I’ve ever heard come from a person’s mouth.
“LAURIE!” I shouted. “LAURIE!” No answer. Damn! What happened? I ran through the woods continuing to shout her name and running in the same general direction where she had been screaming. I must’ve run at least a half mile because I couldn’t find her anywhere. But as I began to tire out, I saw the body of a Skink. It had a really deep gash in it’s neck. Almost looks like the work of a machete. Laurie couldn’t of killed this thing. The only blade she has is a hunting knife. Someone else must’ve killed this skink. But the only thing that mattered to me at the moment was the fact that Laurie was still missing.
“LAURIE!” I shouted. “LAURIE!” All of a sudden, I felt something stick into my neck. I felt around and ended up pulling out a dart. My instinct kicked in as I immediatly pulled out my crossbow and turned behind me. There I saw a bald man in a suit standing there showing no fear whatsoever.
“Who are you?!” I shouted. “Where’s Laurie?” The man didn’t answer and continued to stare at me as if he knew me. I began to feel very light headed and I struggled keeping my eyes open.
“What did you-you-put on that dart tip?” The man still said nothing and allowed me to grow so light headed that I fell to the ground. Before I blacked out, the man finally uttered some words: “It’s been a while since we met, John. Don’t worry, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on.”
To Be Continued...
Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end!
That's what I meant to say
This is amazing and very well paced
I understand.
Thank you
trigger warning next time
how dare you to steal patrick's story
Today I was scooping ice cream.
My grip on the container slipped, and it went off the counter.
It bounced off my knee.
It landed on the ground.
Bottom down!
The ice cream stayed in the container. There was no mess. Finally a happy ending!
the warmth in my heart was restored this morning