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by Billy Miner

  Agonizing noises of terror rip through the regular hustle and bustle city sounds like a howling ghost screaming and flying through the air. The worst mayhem in the city’s history unfolds before Rasheed’s eyes. Viewing the scenes and the bloody results of every citizen losing his or her sense of reality makes Rasheed shiver.

  Random riots and explosions of aggression are thrusting everyone’s heart with fear and anxiety. Someone has to do something. This is getting out of hand. It already got out of hand!

  Packed with a set of fighting skills and predicting powers, Rasheed storms at the hordes and begins his battle. He punches one zombie here, kicks another there, and each time, he is able to foresee their counterattacks and deviate from the patterns of their strikes.

  Is there ever an end to this? What is he even trying to accomplish? Preventing more fatalities?

  While avoiding countless zombies and knocking down dozens of other ones, he is trying to figure out how to eliminate the root of the problem. He isn’t sure. It seems like there is no stopping the transformation of all these people, some of which are heaped on the floors and the broken streets while others take out their rage on vulnerable victims.

  The city has never been in such an awful state before. It spreads like a disease. Innocent martyrs paint the city red with their blood, chaos breaks the very foundations its largest skyscrapers are built on, and a filthy stench of the dead embellishes the senses of all who come near. But it isn’t over yet. It has barely begun.

  Chapter 8: Disaster Is in the Air

  Rasheed fights his way through some zombies until a certain gut feeling catches his attention. He sees it happening before it does: A subway train is about to derail and cause hundreds of people to die or get caught up in the horrific movements of the city’s former civilians.

  “I have got to stop this thing,” Rasheed tells himself. “I know it is coming from…” he closes his eyes… “that angle.”

  He opens his eyes and looks at his finger, as if he didn’t know where he is pointing at. He jumps off a pile of building fragments and starts running into the direction of the subway tracks.

  Where is the switch?

  He has to act quickly, or the collision will become one of the biggest tragedies in the city. He looks and looks, but cannot find the stupid switch.

  Then he sees something behind the wall.

  “Aha!” he says, sprinting towards the object.

  It’s a lever, a huge one, one that requires someone to pull with all his strength to get it to move. Rasheed pulls as hard as he can.

  “Umpffff! Too heavy. Let’s try again.”

  This time it budges.

  “Yes!” he cheers.

  But his little celebration is based on a wrong conclusion. The lever is pulled back, but the subway tracks haven’t even moved an inch.

  “What the…? Why didn’t it work?” Rasheed complains.

  Meanwhile, the subway train is coming closer. It is racing with an immense speed, unable to stop because of the technological error that has occurred by coincidence. Rasheed is getting nervous. He is uncertain as of what to do next. He looks around for another switch or lever. There is nothing there!

  The subway train approaches.

  It’s getting closer…

  And closer…

  BANG!

  The train derails and glissades over the ground, ending up above the surface because of the deviating objects in its way. Floors collapse, people die, fumes of smoke add to the random explosions in numerous places, zombies get run over… blood and horror depict the tragic scene as the so-called hero watches by helplessly, lamenting the loss of the lives he could have saved.

  “Noooooo!” he screams.

  Chapter 9: Déjà Vu

  Rasheed wakes up. He finds himself panting because of a nightmare he doesn’t remember. All he knows, is that it has left him anxious and sweaty, even minutes after his awakening. It must have been awful dreaming about this.

  He sits up for a minute or two, then gets up and grabs a cup of chocolate milk. Back to reality. He stares at the pigeons outside. One of them is stupid enough to fly into the glass window.

  BANG!

  Reality strikes.

  It hits him like a baseball bat.

  What the…?

  He’s seen this scene before. He remembers his horrific dream. This is REAL!!! Is all that stuff with the zombies and the poor victims really going to happen? Are his parents going to be kidnapped?

  There is only one way to find out. And THIS time, he’s not going to let some traffic jam or search in the mountains put a time limit on him.

  He knows the location. He believes in his dream. It has to be real. Why else would the same fat pigeon from his dream fly into the same window?

  Determined to prevent the awful events in his nightmare, he runs downstairs, opens the garage door, pulls the sheet off his motorcycle, and hits the gas.

  VROOOOM!

  No traffic.

  No hold up.

  Good.

  First, he visits his parents. Within a minute, he arrives at their places.

  Bam!

  He swings the door open, letting it crush against the sidewall.

  “Mom! Dad!”

  “What’s the matter, son?” his dad asks.

  “You have to get out of here. Come on, I have no time to explain. I will tell you later. We are running out of time.”

  “Uhm… okay… if you say so,” his dad says obediently.

  “As long as you’ll explain it to us later,” his mother adds.

  “Of course, of course. Now, let’s go! We’re really in a hurry here.”

  Both parents get on the back of Rasheed’s motorcycle.

  “Oh, this is dangerous,” his mother says.

  “It will be okay, mom, for now. I will drop you off at the library. It’s on the way where I am going anyway. Just promise me you’ll stay in there until I’m back.”

  “Okay, I pro… whoa!” his mother exclaims, since Rasheed isn’t even waiting for her to finish her sentence. He already hit the gas and has taken off into the direction of the library. After dropping his parents off, he races through the streets to his destination in the countryside.

  “And now I’ll deal with you… KARL!” Rasheed says in a firm, resolute voice.

  He takes off again, avoiding the traffic jams because of the earliness of his trip. He rides his flaming vehicle out of the city and finds the mountain range he is looking for within a considerable amount of time. He recognizes the cave from his dream, but this time, his parents aren’t in there, nor has the evil professor completed or tested the invention of his toxic substance yet.

  Rasheed doesn’t hesitate. He knows what’s going to happen. He walks right up to the thugs standing guard.

  “Hey, who are you?” the professor asks surprised.

  “I’m the one who is going to bring you down,” Rasheed says confidently as he keeps stepping forward.

  “Shoot him already!” professor Karl screams.

  Bang! Bang! Tagadagadag!

  They missed. They all missed! Rasheed’s senses were at a peak. He could feel exactly when and where the bullets would go. Dodging them perfectly, he lifts one side of his mouth into a smirk as he watches the bullets fly through the air without hitting their destined target. With his fists, he takes out each of the four guards around the professor, knocking them out one by one and leaving them on the cold floor of the cave.

  “N-no! I was just trying to help mankind. Don’t you see? I mean no harm,” the professor claims.

  Rasheed grabs him by the throat and holds him against the stony wall.

  “You’re a big, fat liar,” he says. “I know what you’re planning on doing, but this is where it stops.”

  He drops the professor on the ground.

  “Wh-what are you intending to do?” Karl stutters.

  “Watch,” Rasheed says in a form of calm anger.

  He gathers his strength and begins to smash eve
ry tube, every piece of glass, every fluid, and every element on the chemistry table. The rocket doesn’t get spared but bent in half by the powerful hands of this superhero.

  “No!” professor Karl cries. “Not my experiment! You have no idea how hard I worked on that! Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

  Rasheed turns around.

  “Yes, I do. And now the police is going to think of what they are going to do to you. I’m taking you with me.”

  Rasheed grabs the evil professor and takes him out of the cave. Dragging him over the rocky ground, he finally looks at him, punches him in the face, and throws the knocked out professor on his motorcycle.

  The city has been saved. The diseases and disasters have been prevented. The sun is rising, birds are chirping, and the chilly breeze feels nice in his face. The smell of fresh flowers fondles his nose. An enjoyable motorcycle ride lies ahead of him.

  “I think this will be a good day after all,” Rasheed says with a satisfied face while hitting the gas.

  “And I think I will even be in the city so quickly to avoid the traffic jams.”

  THE END

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  Minecraft Spy

  Diary of a Minecraft Spy

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: The Mission

  Entry 2: Party Pooper

  Entry 3: The Truth

  Entry 4: Turned Around

  Entry 5: Laser Obstacles

  Entry 6: Red Alert

  Entry 7: Peace

  Introduction

  The diary of a spy is interesting because you find out all the little secrets that have been going on behind the scenes. Sometimes the media covers up the truth. Sometimes we just want to believe what we see, or we are stuck on a certain concept. This spy’s journal reveals what the chief commissioner told him to do, what his actual intentions were, and how this smart spy solved the problem and prevented a war.

  Dive into this adventure with a Minecraft spy, who discovered certain conspiracies that lead him to question his loyalty and find a new purpose. He tells us of his doubtful experiences and his struggles to face the truth and his real enemy.

  Entry 1: The Mission

  Miners Village and Ender City don’t like each other much. I’ve seen it numerous times. In fact, they hate each other. They can’t stand each other. They constantly belittle each other and gossip until you tell them to change topics. Borders are tight, interaction is scarce, and most of the people from Ender City won’t even come to our cozy town. But the people from Miners Village despise those purple, black beings from Ender City as well. They consider them filth. They think they’re better than they are. Sure, it looks that way, but is it really true? Keep reading and find out.

  I’m not that way though. I’m pretty neutral. I always was. I find it hard to pick sides, to generalize an entire town and judge them for having been born and raised in a distinct location. It’s none of my concern. I really don’t care.

  What I care about is my own morals, the things I believe in most. I believe in a certain degree of honesty, in agreeable conduct, and selfless acts of service to our fellow beings. I care about the courage to fight for what is right and the bravery of saying how it is. That last thing I mentioned isn’t easy for a spy, however.

  My name is Dexter, but my code name is Velonus, master of disguises. I took that code name to hide my true identity. You see, as a spy, you are under the strict obligation to keep secrets. And although I honor my commissioner and my place of origin, I will show you in this diary how I completely let go of those restrictions in order to maintain my integrity. I will tell you why I decided to throw all those rules away and found a new purpose.

  The commissioner is my boss. He tells me what to do. It’s that simple. However, his missions are always communicated to me in secret. I get an envelope, an email, a text message, or a phone call through a secure line without anyone eavesdropping or finding out about our conversation. However, the funniest cases are when my boss, Commissioner Randolph, shows up in a secret place. Of course, at first he scares me to death by popping up out of nowhere, but afterwards I always appreciate the creativity of it. In the past, he has given me messages by putting his head above the water, diving out of a dumpster, or hiding in a wedding cake while licking the whipped cream off the top. You have to give this guy some credit for his efforts. Nobody expects it and it’s hilarious. Later I would find out about his dark side though, but… oh well… more about that later.

  “This conversation never took place,” is usually the ending line of my boss. He covers up everything he deems necessary.

  In my backpack, I carry a list of items: A diamond sword (I love that thing), a piece of string, prismarine crystals, and… yes that was it. For a minute, I thought there was something else in there, but there isn’t. This is my complete list of items. Some of those items come in handy when I am assigned to a mission. Other ones just stay in there for fun. Whenever I haven’t used an item for a long time, I put it in the back on the shelves in my closet. Utterly useless stuff doesn’t belong in my backpack.

  Anyway, now that you know a little about me—I mean, whatever else I tell you is just a bunch of gibberish you probably don’t care about—I will narrate, to the best of my ability, the interesting circumstances that changed my perspective on the politics of our society. Things aren’t always as they seem, and finding out the truth can be hard if you don’t open your eyes and ears to learn about it.

  So here we go, the story of how my mission turned into a tensed decision to turn my back on everything I was taught.

  So there I was, minding my own business and walking through a narrow street with trees, bushes, and a line of several tiny houses.

  “Psssst!” I heard behind me.

  I turned around.

  It was Commissioner Randolph.

  “Velonus, I have an assignment for y
ou.”

  Where was he hiding? I recognized his voice but couldn’t find him anywhere.

  “Over here, you imbecile. I’m over here,” he said.

  He was hiding in a plant, covered with dirt and begonias. It was hard to see him, and he deserved some bonus points for staying in there for so long (I could only imagine how long he had really been there).

  “Commissioner, how nice to see you. Those flowers look good on you,” I said while laughing.

  “Cut the nonsense. I have a top secret mission. Are you ready to face one of the biggest challenges you’ve ever faced?” he asked.

  “You always say that, commissioner, and then it turns out it was just a piece of cake.”

  “I know, but this time I mean it. This is difficult and of the utmost importance. Here, read this.”

  He handed me a piece of paper with some scribbling on it. The back of the paper had a clear message.

  Must steal Cat Disc of 13 in the Ender City. Top secret. Don’t tell anybody, not even your dog. Destroy this piece of paper by burning it, ripping it, drowning it, putting it in an empty room and letting it decay where nobody can find it, or simply letting a horse step on it. Just some suggestions…

  The commissioner was a little weird, I thought. Why would he expand on all the ways of how you could destroy the paper? It made no sense, but then again, he never did.

  “I like your suggestions, but do you realize I don’t have a dog?” I said.

  “No. Next time I’ll scratch that. Sorry. So tell me, are you prepared to steal the disc?”

  “Of course, sir. Just tell me where and when.”

  “You will head to the Ender king’s celebration of his wife’s birthday,” commissioner Randolph said. “I already arranged the invitation. I will also give you the coordinates of the disc, so you can locate it and take it with you without being noticed. Report to me tomorrow at 17:00 hours.”