I walk around my house at dawn, embracing its features and perfection. Protective and beautiful, I love it in every way. But I still wonder who I am, and what am I doing here. I look around me, and the monsters were all burned to ashes. I gather the remaining bones of the skeletons and creep into my house to do my work. I fetch my pickaxe, which seemed to have many purposes and start crushing the bones on top of my crafting bench. I should try to discover many ways that use the crafting bench to turn a bunch of things into something completely different. When I am done, The result is a pile of white powder, some parts black because of the withered bones. The powdered material looks like the powder you get from the plant,wheat, I discovered that,when I used the hoe against the dirt and put some seeds on top. I go out of my house, take a deep breath of fresh air. I get my saplings ready and plant them firmly in the dirt. Then, I sprinkle my powdered bones, called bonemeal on top and in the blink of an eye, I have some trees. I gather some bones every dawn to do my planting. My stomach rumbles loudly, I am very hungry. So I get my pickaxe ready to get some meat. When I walk to a cow, the innocence in its eyes makes me want to cry, I can't kill this creature, I can't watch it suffer and cry out loud. But my hunger is beating me up on my inside so I decide to kill the cow but while it is asleep so it won't feel the pain.But how do I make it sleep? I can't make it sleep. So the only way is poison. I run very fast to the chest, get one poison potion and zoom back to the cow. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." I reassure the cow. I horde many animals at once at throw the poison at them. They all die at once. Then the sight before my eyes was beautiful, from 10-20 pieces of delicious meat are just laying there, waiting to be eaten. It isn't even smelly or slimy like zombie flesh. I gather all the meat and happily trot back to my house.
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As the door shuts behind me, it sends a wave of air that made me shiver, and made the sparks from the fire I almost started, disappear. I sigh. I rub the two pieces of wood on the table tighter and faster this time, to make the fire form faster. And then, sparks fly up from the wood and a little fire forms. I throw a twig in it, then it grows larger. I sit near the fire and enjoy the warmth of it as I rub my hands together. After I have had enough warmth and started sweating, I walk to the underground hole to get my tools. I look around the storage room, it's walls and floor are dirt, I might improve it later. I grab a tool, called a sword , and take it back to the fire. Putting the meat onto the blade of the sword, I hold it out by the leather grip, and wait for the meat to cook. After a few minutes, I get a delicious piece of steak. I chomp onto it as if I haven't eaten in months, until the piece is done. My stomach rumbles, but this time, it's because I'm full, the piece of steak was big enough to be an entire meal. Right then, I hear a growl, I look though the glass. Oh no! It's sunset! I run to my sleeping item an lay on it comfortably, and I try to sleep, but the monsters are too loud for me to doze off. Calmly, I put down my sword, and grab my pickaxe instead. And I run out the door, I swing my pickaxe back and forth blindly and notice that I knocked out a lot of monsters already. Then I find myself in the same situation as the first day here.Then the solution must be the same, I scream at the top of my lungs. They all walk away like last time, but the bloody green creatures linger around me. As quick as my legs could run, I zoom past them and through the door, and shut it behind me. I give a gasp of relief. I slide down to the ground, my back against the door. The noises were much lower now. Slowly, I walk towards my sleeping item and lay on it, thinking about what stuff I would like to accomplish. I don't know for how long I stayed awake, and I doze off.
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