Post Stories You Make.

[Plasmus]

Just post stories you make on Notepad or Microsoft word.
Here is mine:

Day 1
I’m lost, Hungry, And Cold.
I have no idea where I may be. I think somewhere in my fridge. I think. I’m Scared.
What’s that sound? It sounds like somebody is hungry….
What the heck? A big fat man had opened the door of the fridge.
Oh well, At least I’m out. He looks at me but says nothing. He just grabs a tomato baloney sandwich and leaves. I think some Java would be nice for my celebration escape.
Oh wait. I don’t have a Java machine, And I don’t have any money to buy one.
Crud.
I think I’ll go onto my computer.

Day 2.
I’m still on my computer. I found this cool game called “Blockland”.
It’s very fun. But… I need some food. I’m hungry. I wonder what’s in my fridge.
Hmm…. Potatoes, Tomatoes, Cakeoes, Wait, What are cakeoes?
I think I’ll try one.
Ugh, These taste terrible, Coconut like – I hate coconut.
Hmm… Steam is coming out of the walls, Ill go look.

Day 3
I’m still in my wall, I got stuck in the crack of where the steam was coming out.
My arm has been burned to a crisp because of the steam. I think some Mice ate it too.
I’m really stuck now. All I have in my pocket is a wrench. Wait, what the heck was that noise?
Oh. It was just the dryer. It fell down the stairs. It does that alot. Hey, I have my cell phone in my pocket. I’ll call the pizza delivery guy.

Day 4
Well, the pizza guy came, but they put COCONUT on my pizza, So now I’m really
ticked off. My arm is still stuck in the wall, I think it’s gone. I pull my shoulder out of the wall, to find my arm perfectly safe, Except a bit red.
Oh, what now? Ah. Just a UFO.
Huh. What would aliens want with me? They come into my house and stare at me.
I think they are some kind of tribal aliens that think all humans are like, Idiots or something.

Day 5
The aliens are still here, They’ve overstayed their welcome. Now, If  I can only find my hunting rifle, I’d scare them off.
Hey, Is that a cookie? I love cookies.
Dang, What is wrong with people? Why do they like things made out of coconut? It makes no sense. All I want is just ONE chocolate chip cookie. Just one. That’s all.
But nooo, we have to have COCONUT.
Pisses me off. I mean really Why does this- Wait, Is that a bomb?
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
             The End.

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[Sarky56]

Cool.

I made a story about chuck norris, now Im working on a story about Earthbound.

[Riot]

I made this a while back









                                                               Into The Mist

Journal entry 1.
    November 17 2009 2:23AM

        I awoke from a loud shriek outside my 5th story apartment building, I stood up and glanced outside. There was fog covering the whole street, it was slowly rising from the ground up. I put on my trench coat and a flash light because it was pitch dark and the moon was not even showing because of the tall buildings plus all of the street lights were out. I walked out of my door and hear something crawling up the stairs from the 4th floor, making a groaning sound as it was making its way up. As fast as I can I ran to the elevator and pressed the ground button, it was getting closed but I still cant see it behind the corner. The elevator is 2/5 way up to my floor and I can see the figure start to emerge from the corner. Its hands were torn, its head came out of the corner, it was gray and white with a brown shirt that was half way torn, its face is facing the opposite wall. The elevator makes a loud *ding* as it reaches my floor and it catches the creatures attention, I ran in as fast as I can and hope the doors close before it gets in.
      The doors close behind me and that's when I sat down on the floor to rest for I was sweating like a man in a winter coat in the summer. I stand up and press the ground floor button. As the elevator descends I can hear the things scratching on the elevator doors making moaning and groaning sounds, I was more afraid than before for I didn’t know what was on the first floor. I was prepared to sacrifice my flash light by beating those things brains out, I walked to the corner and waited. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, a foul smell poured in like the kind when you walk passed a dead cat but ten times worse. The coast was clear and I crouch my way out and find two police officers
Dead in a corner behind a flipped table that was used for cover, I looked through and found an ordinary Glock 17 and two mags, car keys, *which I will not use, the streets must be flooded with them and running over them will not help because the bodies will pile under me until something breaks, or stops.* and a bottle of vodka from an officer?
I packed the items in my bag and put the gun in my pocket. I walk out of the front doors and see a horrifying sight, all of the cars still have their lights turned on, the radio is playing, the streets are filled with news papers, boxes, and bodies. I was hoping the smell was gone but it just got worse. The wind was just hot and humid air, and I had the feeling to gag, I covered my mouth and walked down the misty road.


Part one complete

[DaSord213]

Danget riot, I though you had a new part of that D:

[Riot]

yeah i know, out of ideas

[Hollywood]

http://www.freewebs.com/fivepointseven/
It's a damn novel.
Well, there are still four chapters left to publish, but they're ready.

Not so ninja edit: Notice little dedications to people within the story. Ladios' is not hard to miss.

[sir dooble]

-Story Snip-

This reminded me of a sort of 'Zombie' based story. I hope that was what you were going for. If so, well done.

Heres Chapter 2 of one of my stories. I shan't post Chapter 1, because it has too much talk, and not enough action;

Surviving

Chapter 2; First, Sleep.

It was roughly 6:00 am; James was waking Andrew up slowly. “Andrew...Psst...Andrew, wake up... It’s important” Whispered James. “Huh, yeah...wait, what?” came the grumbled reply. “Its one of them, its outside, we can hear it... It doesn’t sound...normal... anyways, it’s hurt, at least.” Answered James, his face confused, Just by this Andrew knew it must be important. James had always been the sort to take lead; he knew what was going on most of the time, despite the un-natural circumstances. “Yeah, Yeah... I’ll take a look” Andrew said. As Andrew stood up, he noticed the room was dark, too dark to be in the morning. As he continued to get out of the sleeping-bag, he spotted Kate; she was stood up and was wearing a Green track-suit top. She was also extremely quiet, which could be normal considering the past events, but even so, she was normally chatty in the mornings, before they set off. As Andrew walked through the small medical room, he noticed some peculiarities, the broken clock was in the wrong places, the dressing table had a pillow upon it, and the room had gained a window during the course of the night. “He’s over here, see. Just behind this window” Called James, “Here, take the bat” Andrew grabbed the Cricket-bat passed to him. As he slowly crept towards the window, where James was already standing, he lifted the bat behind his head in a swooping motion. “Come on, Right here.” continued James. Andrew kept on moving towards the Clean, white, square window. Tensing his muscles as he pulled on the bat, ready to swing.  “Hey, come on. Its right here just look!” Shouted James, as he peered over the window frame. Andrew got even closer, with the Cricket-Bat held tighter, approaching the Window and James. “Come on now, LOOK!” Ordered James, shouting at the top of his voice, “Look Now!!!” Andrew then released the tension in his arm, and let the Bat swing, smashing into James’ head, but just before Andrew could see anything, his vision went black. Andrew suddenly shot up from his Sleeping-bag. The blackness slowly ebbed away, to a still dark room. “Andrew, are you okay?” asked James. “James! Good god, it was just a dream...wait, not a dream... It’s a night-screamer” Replied Andrew. “A night-screamer! Damn, I thought we had seen the last of those. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you earlier” answered James “But you must have fought it off fast, for me to have not noticed it” “Yeah, But its gotta be near by” acknowledged Andrew. Andrew headed over to where the window was in his dream. He tapped the wall gently, it was hollow. “Do you remember there being another room here?” Asked Andrew “No” Came the response. “Ok, get ready to knock anything back, that comes this way, and, is there anything to cover this wall once were done?” Asked Andrew “Yeah, there are two more desks, and, I guess we can use the bed to block it up a bit” Replied James, hoping that nothing too serious was behind the wall. “Ok, 1, 2, 3, GO!” Smash, Andrew broke through the wall with the bat, Ply-wall flew everywhere. On the other side was a small dark room, probably a design error. It had a single small hole in the wall, capable of letting in a small creature, which, happened to be sitting in the corner. The Night-Screamer, a small creature, with no physical strengths. It was one of the first infected creatures to be recognized. What was once a large cat was now this horribly disfigure thing. Its body was covered in buboes and leaked puss. It was previously covered in fur, but was now covered in scabs and cuts. The creature winced as the Bat was swung towards it, but it made no difference. It was dead. Andrew nearly vomited as he hit the creature; his bat had hit one of its larger most buboes. Puss exploded almost everywhere; the wall was covered, except for a near Cat-Shaped silhouette. “Ugh, that’s just... that’s just...Ugh!” Stuttered James, his legs covered in the yellow sick slime. “That is the last time I ever go to sleep” retorted Andrew. “Sick, Sick, Sick” continued James.

The two had managed to clean themselves down, after blocking the wall which they had smashed. Surprisingly, Kate was still asleep; nothing short of an explosion could wake her from her sleep. “We sure were lucky tonight” James said, proudly. “This night... Wait, what’s the time?”Replied Andrew. “Well, its only 11:45, you’ve only been asleep for half an hour” answered James. “Well, I definitely don’t feel like sleeping now. You go ahead, I’ll keep look out for you, I’ll be there in a flash to wake you if anything occurs, Good Luck” James crept towards the Sleeping-bag, yawning. “Goodnight, ha, see you in the morning” and soon after, he was back in the dangers of dream. Luckily nothing would come near tonight, at least not another Night-Screamer, the puss from the last one would deter most creature based infected away from there, and the group hadn’t seen any other ones in over a week. As Andrew sat down next to the still simmering fire, he thought about how lucky he had actually been, if that Night-Screamer had continued, and he hadn’t killed the ‘Fake James’ and Then seen the creature behind the window, he would have been killed, for once you see the hidden creature in all the Terrors produced by the Night-Screamers, your brain was brutally killed, in the one place it had to relax, Sleep.
There we go, That should do. And luckily I have unlocked my Microsoft Works Word 2007, so I can continue writing it :D There are problems with it too, like the speach. It's not written out in, well, Novel-istically. If ya know what I mean. So, reading it may be kinda screwed up. Any Ideas for it will be appreciated too.
Edit; Please, Don't steal it as well, I know it's not much, but I don't want people o stteal it and take credit for it. It's going towards a whole story, so, just don't >:(

[Block Builder]

http://www.freewebs.com/fivepointseven/
It's a damn novel.
Well, there are still four chapters left to publish, but they're ready.

Not so ninja edit: Notice little dedications to people within the story. Ladios' is not hard to miss.

Holy stuff that's good

[Jetlok]

Edited out other stuff :\ time for story

Mighty Midgets of the Mountains

The Johnson family had finally gone on a vacation to thier icy mountain cabin. Mr Johnson had went to the cabin with his grandparents when he was a small boy. The childred, Timmy and Sasha, were excited to see what it was like inside~but they were disappointed to what awaited inside. Mr Johnson opened the door to see the bed sheets on the floor, a fallen bookcase, a backed up toilet, a busted lamp, silverware everywhere, a pillow in the bathtub, and an overturned garbage can. Mrs Johnson shrieked as she saw kitchen knifes all over the floor, "Who could have done this?!". Luckily, Sasha packed an extra tent. The family all helped set it up. None of them could sleep, it was too cold. Timmy got curious and went outside to adventure in the mountains. Timmy saw a white hare, a cave with a light inside, and a...wait, a cave? Timmy entered cautiously into the cold, small cave. At first, he didnt see anything but the faint light. When he got further inside, he saw it was a lit torch, 8 of them in fact. "Hello?!" Timmy shouted into the darkness, "Anyone here?" There was silence for a bit...then he saw movement in the shadows. "A human boy! What should we do?" "I say we burn him!" "I say we kick him out!" "I say we stay hidden until he leaves!" tiny voices whispered to each other. "What? Whos that?" he asked frightened. "Hello boy!" One of the voices called out, as a tiny human-like creature crawled out of the darkness at the other end of the cave. 7 other tiny people came out and sat by a torch. "Who are you?" Timmy asked bewildered. "We are the Mighty Midgets of the Mountains!" one of them said. "Midgets!? HA! Aww, arent you guys cute? Oh, can you do a dance?" he laughed. "Be quiet human!" "Lets fry 'em!" "Grab your torches! Attack!" "How dare you mock us!" Each of the dwaves grabbed the torches and beat Timmy with them. After a long, hard beating, they burned him. The midgets had a mighty feast that night. The first had the left arm, the second had the right, the third had the left leg, as the fourth had the right. The other 4 had the arms and feet. Hours later, Sasha woke up and looked around for Timmy. She went outside and followed the footprints into the cave. The gnomes were dancing around the torso. "Aww, how adorable! Little midgets are doing a midget dance! Haha, soo cute." Sasha said to one. "You know the drill." one said.

Bye bye children!

[Hollywood]

Holy stuff that's good

Slight bump, but thanks :D

[Rughugger]

I have a bunch of drafts, but as soon as I work something readable out, I'll most likely post in....a year.

[Robo Noob]

Slight bump, but thanks :D

Hollywood should publish a book. :o

[General Nick]

Chapter 1: What the forget?

I woke up from a deep sleep, realizing that I had dreamed about an awesome pleasure.
Unfortunately I forgot the pleasure, but I realized I was very hungry, so I went to the kitchen and made myself some pancakes. The warm buttery taste left my mouth happy, and I went on the balcony to observe the New York skyline.
Upon getting on the balcony, I look over the railing and see a rather attractive woman. I could've sworn that it looked like someone I knew and loved from high school, so I tried yelling her name and waving to get her attention. I could not stop thinking about how close I could probably get with her, and maybe even fulfill extreme fantasies I've always dreamed of. Unfortunately, the wind got the best of me. I fell over the side, screaming and falling 10 stories to my fate. Somehow I could not stop thinking about- SPLAT!

Chapter 2: What the forget?

I woke up from a deep sleep, realizing that I had dreamed about an awesome pleasure...

[Big Brother]

I wrote these stories a while back on my old forum.

The Killer Voodoo Doll

Some say it's a myth. "yeh..definetely. I totally believe in a 'killer voodoo doll." But one day, a little blockhead called Fearless, wondered into the old manor where some say, the doll was last found. He slowly entered into the house..he walked up the narrow stair case and entered a room with a sign saying "DO NOT ENTER". He opened the door. He looked around, then looked up. The doll was breathing heavy clasped to the ceiling. He cried for help, then the doll grabbed his head with its sharp claws and chucked him to the floor, it bent it's own arm, some how, Fearless' arm bent back too! He cried in pain and went for the door, the doll slammed it shut. The doll chucked him out of the old window where he landed in a near by thorn bush. He crawled out and the dimented doll was standing at his feet. She grabbed his legs and swung him round and round, then crashed him into the wall. He fell down...the doll slowly walked away and laughed. Fearless was out cold...

The Killer Voodoo Doll 2

He managed to wonder away slowly, and re-entered the blockland world. He went in a freebuild called "Come and find out!" It was empty apart from one single person. He entered. It was in the dark bedroom. And as he was loading, the voodoo doll said "hello...." the server was a trap! Just to lure him! He tried to exit the server, but he couldn't, he spawned. The doll leaped down from the bed and threw its fist in his face. He was knocked flying. He hit the door and moaned. The doll slowly said: "don't enter places which say keep out. Mind your own business!" And with that, she stomped her cold hard cleetes on his face. He scrambled for air and she took her foot off. She laughed evilely. She spawned an AK47 and shot away. 78 bullets into his chest. He was forced onto the ground. He stumpled up and with a last single shot, He stopped. He shook. He suddenly lost all contact with his muscles and crashed onto the floor. The doll made a small box and fetched him in. She grabbed the small box and chucked it. Chucked it flying straight through the open window. Well. It wasn't open actually. He crashed through the glass. Then slid on the roof, and his dead body fell to the grass. A big sign on Fearless' screen said: Game Over. And the doll had one. Final. Laugh.

The Killer Voodoo Doll 3

Fearless got a new account for blockland. He was called Fear. He entered catzoo's one day. The doll was waiting there. There was complete silence. He spawned. He saw 3 blockheads hung upside down and they all had tape on there mouth. They were starring at the evil voodoo doll. The doll bent it's leg. All the blockheads felt pain. Fear was getting mad. All this time this mad doll was making blockheads suffer. Fear resized himself to top size. The doll was laughing and poking the blockheads. Fear tapped the doll on the shoulder. It revolved it's head around. It opened it's mouth wide and Fear picked the doll up with two fingers. He launched a hard punch at the dolls head. It waved it's arms and legs to break free. Fear lifted the doll up straight in the air, and as quick as lightning, Smacked it into the ground. It made a huge hole were the doll lay. Fear released the blockheads and they all left. Fear looked at the doll one more time. He laughed. Then he left....The doll twitched.

The Killer Voodoo Doll 4

The doll slowly got up. It was by itself, it left the server. It knew that it would get pulverized if Fear saw it. It changed it's name to Block Knight. Many have met block knight on blockland before. It is always trying to crash servers and causing blockheads misery. Block Knight went to Johnny's Freebuild.   He came in. Many people said casually "hi"! and the doll just replied with a moan. It spawned, Fear came. Block Knight really needed to kill Fear. For awakening it from it's rest. Fear spawned. Block Knight was standing right infront of Fear.
 He said "hi.." and it laughed. He remembered When I slammed that doll to the ground, it had a scar on the back of it's arm. Fear looked. It was the doll! Thinking fast, Fear grabbed a tazer and shocked the life out of it. It was shouting, and then the doll grabbed an AK47. Fear remembered what happened last time. His whole body became still and stiff. He dropped the tazer. The pupils in his eyes shrunk. He tried to move but he just couldn't. But. Above the doll suddenly two black silhouttes jumped onto the doll and punched it hard. They grabbed the AK47. The doll lifted its head up. It groaned. It knew there was no escape and dropped it's head down. Fear just stood there and watched. The black silhouttes fired 78 bullets straight into it's chest. Then, the two blockheads put her motionless body in a box. They threw the box into the air and shot it with a homing vector. It blew up. Bits of doll scattered every were. The two black hero's nodded to each other. They hookshotted away and left Fear frozen in shock.

A few months later, Fear told the BL police force about the black hero's. They said these two have been saving lives for decades.

The Killer Voodoo Doll 5

The doll slowly reasembled...It knew it wouldn't make it on it's own. When it was fully reasembled it made about 6 vehicle spawnes. She made them bots. It did some pretty scary events. The bots were alive and went around like any blocklanders and even had there own ID. Nobody knowes how she did this. She made them completely evil. They went on a killing spree and murdered every BLID under 3000. As they killed they simply said: SHOW OFFS. And sliced them straight in half. A surviving low ID's picture was found. I wont show it. It's too dreadful.

Fear was shocked when he saw this. He gulped and waited for the black heroes to come to guide him. They never came. He was alone on a server with 3 of the  killer bots. He jumped on the roof and made a button which fires mininukes. The bots approached. He fired 7 huge bullets at the bots faces. They were shot backwards and hit a tree. They were left bleeding unconsious and they prepared to die. Fear un-folded his list and crossed off the bots.


Later that evening the voodoo was struggling to move. It frantically moved like a burning squirrel. It stopped. It's face went pale. It slowly tumbled to the floor and died. Died a slow and painful death.

The 4 more bots strangely all met at Dark-Arceus'. Dark found these bots cool and gave them admin. The bots knew they would get pwned if they tried to stand a chance to Fear. They all chose to ban him.


Fear: TAKE THEIR ADMIN!!!
Dark Arceus: Why?
Fear: THEY'RE GONNA BAN ME!

Bot 1 Has Been Unadmined.
Bot 2 Has been Unadmined.
Bot 3 Has Been UnAdmined.
Bot 4 Has Been Unadmined.

Then Dark-Arceus luckily banned all of the bots. The next day the bots were found outside of the bedroom with terrible headaches. They had black handprints all over there bodies.

They screamed loud but the pain got worse. Fear remembered when the 2 black heroes saved him. A trail of black paint followed them. The heroes had been here!
Then...the bots started to stop the crying. There bodies all relaxed. They then went completely stiff...the black paint went all over there bodies. They were just dead bots covered in paint.

Fear ripped his list up into millions of tiny pieces. He dropped all the pieces on top of the bots. He laughed. And left the server.

I can't be bothered to post the last 1. (Some of the story is handicapped, sorry :P)

[Colten]

Holy stuff that's good

Thats exactly what I was gonna say lol