"Finally done with my house!" Steve said and put down his axe. It was a two story wooden house with stone stairs. Ah it was the life. Steve walked inside and sat in his chair.
"I deserve a rest..." He yawned and settled for a nap.
He soon woke up to a weird hissing. He saw a creeper lighting his fireplace.
"Hey!" He yelled and got out a sword. "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm jusssst cold." The creeper shivered.
"Well, go make your own fire!" Steve said and put it out.
"Niccce housssse you have here Sssteve."
"T-thanks. Now, go make your own fire!" Steve replied and shoved the creeper out. The creeper frowned and walked into the forest. Steve sat down and polished his sword, satisfied with himself.
Soon, he smelled something burning. He looked around and didn't see any fire, and his fireplace was out. He shrugged and kept polishing. He soon lost himself in polishing and didn't realize the fire was on the left corner of his house. His wooden house. He smelled it stronger and stopped. He saw the fire creeping into the kitchen.
"What is going on!?" He yelled and grabbed his prized possessions, ready to flee.
"I have no water!" He screamed and ran out of his house and to the forest. A creeper walked into the burning house.
"He sssaid to make my own fire. Sssso I did," He smirked "No one tellssss me what to do."
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Mine is your Craft
Historia CortaHere lies a book of Minecraft Tales. Only open this book if you are the true Minecraft player. This is full of zombies, skeletons and Netherrack. Real-life ghasts await you!
