NodeCraft
- 18 Oct 2013 13:25
#82268
Here, since you asked nicely, though for your information SPG, I didn't save that story, so I tried my best to re-make it from memory, and for a made-up story like that bulllove I made, it wasn't easy. But here:
Lighting was lightning up the sky, thunder roaring through the city.
One boy is running under the deluge, defenseless against the might of the elements, he's barely able to make it back to his home, only to find himself
exhausted, and his cold home giving him no reward for his courage.
He falls on his bed, his energy depleted.
If only I accepted, he thinks to himself, before sleep gets to him.
A ray of sunshine is slowly gaining terrain in the room. it plays with small particles in the air, before finding its target. shining more than ever,
the light is waking the boy up.
He sits up in the still moist green grass. Yawns so gracefully small animals, that got curious and approached him during his sleep, runs or flies away.
Still too asleep to realize the subtle difference in his environment, the boy stands up, decides it would be cereals this morning, and walks toward
what he thinks will be the closet where his food is, a small mouse hits him and make him fall to the ground.
Only after such a shock does he finally realizes.
"That's not my room!! Where... Where the heck am I?"
So? I know it's not like a real-book story, but I still wanna see what's good and what's not.
I might end hell here, or continue to struggle and see if this bird can ever fly.
Viva metaphors.
Now accepting all criticism.
Lighting was lightning up the sky, thunder roaring through the city.
One boy is running under the deluge, defenseless against the might of the elements, he's barely able to make it back to his home, only to find himself
exhausted, and his cold home giving him no reward for his courage.
He falls on his bed, his energy depleted.
If only I accepted, he thinks to himself, before sleep gets to him.
A ray of sunshine is slowly gaining terrain in the room. it plays with small particles in the air, before finding its target. shining more than ever,
the light is waking the boy up.
He sits up in the still moist green grass. Yawns so gracefully small animals, that got curious and approached him during his sleep, runs or flies away.
Still too asleep to realize the subtle difference in his environment, the boy stands up, decides it would be cereals this morning, and walks toward
what he thinks will be the closet where his food is, a small mouse hits him and make him fall to the ground.
Only after such a shock does he finally realizes.
"That's not my room!! Where... Where the heck am I?"
So? I know it's not like a real-book story, but I still wanna see what's good and what's not.
I might end hell here, or continue to struggle and see if this bird can ever fly.
Viva metaphors.
Now accepting all criticism.
Made by Charmander:
I only give advice, take it or leave it.
I did my job, now do yours, a choice.
I'm weird, so don't take me too seriously, I'd feel bad for you.
Unless I say it, I never mean harm, it'd make me look bad if you think so.
I only give advice, take it or leave it.
I did my job, now do yours, a choice.
I'm weird, so don't take me too seriously, I'd feel bad for you.
Unless I say it, I never mean harm, it'd make me look bad if you think so.
