by Billy Miner
“Then go play fetch!” I said, as I threw the stick towards the wither skeleton.
Bruno didn’t wait for anything to happen. He sped at the wither skeleton and jumped right through the bones towards the stick, scattering the evil enemy’s bones all over the ground. I ran towards them and look at it. The bones were slowly coming together, as if the wither skeleton tried to regroup or something. But then I had another idea.
“Bruno, Bruno! Don’t be satisfied with the stick. Just get the bone!”
I picked up one of the wither skeleton’s bones and threw it into the distance. Bruno happily ran after it and began to chew on it. And me? I kicked the skulls over and crushed some of the bones with my foot. Others I banged against the tree trunk to break them in half. It all seemed to work.
The wither skeleton didn’t get up anymore. The danger was over. Victory was mine!
Oh, wait, but what about the witch?
“Let’s get her, Bruno!” I said, but Bruno didn’t want to let go of the bone. He was having the time of his life chewing at that thing.
“Come on, dog. You can take the bone with you. No problem.”
Eventually, he just picked it up and followed me, especially since he noticed I was leaving without him. We ran inside and there she was, standing ready with another splash potion. “I wondered if you were smart enough to defeat my wither skeleton,” she said. “But now, I am going to blow you up with this potion. Say goodbye! Heeheeheeeee!”
She threw the splash potion at me, but those things only explode when they hit the ground. I guess, now that I look at it, that I owe my life to my dog, because at that exact moment, Bruno jumped up and caught the splash potion, preventing it from hitting the ground.
“Good boy!” I said. “Now give it to me.”
But Bruno wouldn’t let go. He was having too much fun.
“Let go, let go… down, boy.”
We pulled and pulled, and eventually, I was able to rip it from his teeth. I looked at the witch and squinted my eyes.
“This is for the villagers you killed,” I said in a low voice.
I threw the splash potion back, which flew through the air and hit the ground right in front of the evil witch.
“Nooooooo!” she screamed. But it was too late. The potion exploded in her face, causing the cave ceiling to break, after which huge boulders fell on the witch and crushed her. Big vapors of smoke evaporated from the scene, and I waved some of it away with my hand, coughing in the meantime.
I looked.
The witch was gone.
There was no more witch.
She had been buried beneath the rocks from the cave. Ironically, the home she so desperately tried to leave, became her grave.
I hugged my dog. It was amazing how much Bruno had helped me in this adventure. Then I took one more look and went back to the village.
7: Safety
Back at the village, an enormous crowd is waiting for me. Well, as big as a crowd from my village can get of course. Maybe a few hundred people… maybe less. But suffice it to say that most of the villagers had gathered at the main square and were welcoming me back.
“We were worried,” one of the women said.
“You were gone for such a long time,” a man said. “We were afraid that you were the next victim. Besides, my son said he saw your name on the wall with the other victims. What is going on here?”
I smiled. I felt right at home, seeing that the other villagers cared so much about me. I looked at my dog and at the multitude. They were all staring at me, waiting for an explanation.
“Well?” one of them said.
“Uhm… ” I started. “I don’t know if you even want to know everything that happened in that forest, and in the cave.”
“What cave?”
“Never mind.”
I hesitated for a moment. Should I tell them about the witch, the wither skeleton, and the splash potions? Perhaps that would only scare them, knowing that such things existed in or near their village. There were kids staring at me too. One little girl even came to me and asked, “Mister, did you die?”
“No, I didn’t die,” I said with a happy face. “I came close to dying, but all is well now.”
Then I came up with the following, “Listen, everyone, I will tell you these three things: Number one, whatever or whoever it was that killed our fellow citizens is gone. That person will never bother us again. So please, feel free to go out at night again and stop being afraid. Number two, I don’t think you have any idea how much wood and ore there is outside your village. If some of you want to explore a little in that direction, please let me know and I will be happy to guide you there. And number three…”
I raised Bruno above me, putting the faithful but heavy German Shepherd on my shoulders.
“… Umpf… number three is that Bruno saved my life… and the village. If anyone deserves to be honored, it is him.”
All the villagers looked astonished. Some of them were trying to understand what I was referring to, but others just cheered.
“Hooray for Bruno! Hooray for Bart and Bruno!”
What followed afterwards, was a giant feast to which the entire village was invited. People were happy. They felt safe again. They were reassured that nobody would die anymore. The joyful atmosphere of peace had been returned.
And Bruno?
He received a whole bowl full of bones and meat for himself. He deserved it.
THE END
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Minecraft Kids
A Minecraft Kids Diary
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: The First Time We Met
Entry 2: He Was Stalking Me
Entry 3: Oh, If Only
Entry 4: Made Me Laugh
Entry 5: No More Drama
Entry 6: What Was Wrong with Me?
Entry 7: Not Sure
Entry 8: Come On, Please…
Entry 9: Finally More than Friends
Introduction
In this double diary, you
’ll get a similar story from two different perspectives: One from a boy and one from a girl. Josh and Kimberley have just met, and one of them is already having feelings for the other one. The other, however, wants to have none of that “yucky stuff.”
But as time moves on, the roles flip and their personalities develop. Will their friendship stay strong when the village gets attacked by zombies? Read or listen on and find out.
Entry 1: The First Time We Met
I still remember the first time I saw her. She was gorgeous. And at my age—I am fifteen years old—I didn’t even expect to fall in love right away. I had always shied away from girls, because I thought all they did was tease boys and other girls. But when I saw her, I knew we were destined to be together. Do you think that’s strange? Maybe. And then again, maybe not. I don’t know if it was just a crush, or if something higher was telling me not to let this one go.
Her name was Kimberley. She had long, brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her hair waved in the wind when she walked out of the school building. The elegance in her steps surpassed all understanding. The surface of her eyes was reflecting the sunlight, and her smile made me melt like a candle. It was as if the whole world stood still for a second and then continued in slow-motion. Nothing could come close to such an esthetic transcendence. It was heaven, it was beauty, it was…
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Kimberley. We have a science project together. The teacher paired up all the students, and he told me that you and I would make a good team. Does that sound like fun?”
“Uh-huh,” I confirmed, nodding quickly.
“Well then, I’ll see you later, Josh.”
She waved with three fingers, a halfway kind of wave that’s typical for girls, and then she turned her head and continued talking to the other girls walking next to her.
My mouth fell open.
She talked to me.
I mean, she talked to ME!
And she knew my name!
This was the best day of my life! Now I really knew this was destined to become more. I felt it with all my heart. I felt a tingling throughout my body, something a lot of people describe as “butterflies in your stomach.” It was something I had never felt before. My first time… my first crush… here I was, always acting so tough, and now this sweet, kind girl swept me off my feet completely. I was nervous and happy at the same time, and I felt like a total wimp, standing there with nothing else to say than, “Uh-huh.”
I looked so dumb at that moment. If only I could have done those few seconds over! But it was too late, and maybe I was making it a bigger deal than it really was.
I went home that day and did some of the most common things kids do when they are in love. I tried to draw her, but none of my limited skills did her tremendous beauty justice. I wrote down my name next to hers and drew a heart in the middle, tried to compare last names and see if they were a good match, and day-dreamed about holding hands and telling everyone at school about it.
In the evening, one of my friends came over. His name was Darius.
“Hi, Darius,” I said when he entered my room.
“Hey, Josh. What’s going on?”
“Not much? Did you like school today.”
“It was all right. How about you?”
“I loved it! It was one of the best days of my life.”
He got curious. “Really? Why?”
“Do you know Kimberley?” I asked.
“I think so. Is that the brunette?”
“Yes. That’s the one. She is beautiful, isn’t she?”
“She’s not bad-looking I guess. Where is this going?”
“I think we’re destined to be together,” I said. “I don’t know why, but I have this gut feeling. It’s something spiritual or divine of something.”
He laughed. “Or you just have a crush on a pretty girl,” he said.
I got a little angry. “You just don’t understand,” I said. “It’s more than that. I know she’ll like me back. She just has to.”
“Okay, okay. If you want her to like you, just tell her that.”
“Just go over and say that I like her? No, that wouldn’t work.”
“Hey, at least then you’ll have a shot,” was the answer.
That night, we played Swords & Heroes, a pretend game we made up, in which endermen and creepers were attacking the village, and we were the good guys, trying to defend our hometown. It was fun, but I couldn’t keep my mind off Kimberley. The name echoed through my head.
Kimberley, Kimberley, Kimberley and Josh, Josh and Kimberley… sounds good, doesn’t it?
I couldn’t sleep that night. Wow! The face I saw that day would change my life forever. Those breathtaking eyes, that wavy hair. That splendid voice. Such perfection!
The next day, the science project started. I was a little anxious, because I would be close to the girl of my dreams. I would see her, smell her, talk to her, listen to her voice, and maybe even touch her hand. It would be amazing.
I entered the classroom. There she was, sitting in the back, looking even more gorgeous than the day before. I quietly sat down and listened to the teacher’s instructions. Then we all got out the equipment and started experimenting.
“Hi again,” she said. “Let’s get started. The teacher told us to create a potion of healing, a potion of fire resistance, and a potion invisibility. For the first one… it says it right here, we need some glowstone dust, nether wart, and glistering melon. For the second one, we also need a ghast tear and redstone, and for the third one, we need to add a fermented spider eye and a golden carrot.”
I listened a little, but I have to admit that I was just staring at her face, imagining what it would be like to pick flowers, go swimming, or sit in a rollercoaster together.
“Josh, are you listening?” she finally asked.
“Huh? Oh, yes, of course. I got it. Let’s create the potion of healing first.”
“Okay,” she said. “Good idea.”
Good idea? Did she think my idea was good? It wasn’t even that good, so I was pretty sure she was flirting with me. It couldn’t be a mere compliment; she was into me. I knew it. My love was returned. YES!
We started putting the glowstone dust and glistering melon with the nether wart, but for some reason, the amounts didn’t add up well enough. Maybe we misread it, or maybe the instructions were unclear, but whatever reason there was, it started sizzling.
Not a good sign.
“It’s gonna blow!” I shouted; and I pushed Kimberley over.
I was right, because after a few seconds of sizzling, the mixture blew up.
Booom!
I mean, it wasn’t too big, but it was still an explosion that could have caused some harm. I landed on her. She was on the floor on her back and I was lying on top of her after rescuing her from the explosion. The rest of the class was looking at the ruined table. We were underneath it.
She smiled and said, “Thank you for pushing me away and saving me.”
That was it. I knew she loved me. This was the opportune moment. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, loosened my lips a little, and waited for her to get closer too.
But instead, she moved away and pushed me off.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked.
O-oh. Did I misread the signs?
She was standing up and I was the only one still lying on the floor. I looked up. She looked insulted. I wasn’t expecting that. The expression on her face told me to leave her alone, and after the stare, she walked out of the classroom. Some kids were laughing at my embarrassing endeavor to kiss her. Others continued with their own project or helped clean up the mess.
After school, I was outside. I saw her walk down the stairs in front of the front entrance again. I looked at her, but she didn’t even see me. But that was okay. It wasn’t her fault I was standing in the shade under a tree. That same evening, I would declare my love again.
I went to the store and bought some flowers. I wrote a poem… the
only one I had ever written, so I am sure it wasn’t that great, but hey, it’s supposed to be romantic, isn’t it? And I had heard somewhere that girls like poems.
Around 8 o’ clock, when it was dark outside, I snuck out of the house and knocked on her door. Then I left the bouquet with my note and ran away. I knew she would warm up to me after that.
Entry 2: He Was Stalking Me
My name is Kimberley. I am fourteen years old and I go to school with Josh. And that’s where the whole problem started. I thought I could easily hook up with him as a team. He was kind of a background figure anyway. It’s not like I looked down on him or something, but he just seemed like a nice guy; not the kind of boy that would be romantically interested in me immediately.
You see, I had just seen my oldest sister breaking up with her boyfriend. It was awful. I had to listen to her stories while wiping away her tears. She talked about how guys can be so stupid and superficial, how they are too quick to assume things, and that hopefully, there would be a sensitive, caring guy out there someday who truly loved her.
It made me suspicious, to say the least.
I had a pretty face. I admit. I wasn’t arrogant about it, but I heard people say it. Friends and family who came over sometimes complimented on my facial features and my beautiful brown hair.
But that wasn’t all. Boys already approached me when I was younger. It started when I was about 7 or 8 years old, which I consider extremely young for such matters. And it continued on from there. Boys would ask me to be their girlfriend, go on a date, kiss them, or hold hands with me. I guess there are less innocent ways to approach a girl, but I only found out about those later. I was always flattered, but also a little annoyed. I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing anyway, and seeing that everyone was just looking at how I looked, it didn’t appear to me that they truly wanted to get to know me.