Short Story Thread

[Codric]

Hmm Its really rare to see people writing short stories without there being a competition, so I created this thread to inspire people to start writing for...Fun.
This section has almost 2 threads active and they are outdated except for the competition. I want this section to be active again, and I cant do it alone, so this thread is to bring back the Screenwriting, Storyboarding & Concept Creation section back to its former glory, but I cant do it by myself, so I would like to have you guys write short stories on this thread, I cant give rep or something but I want the hive's story section to be a section that everybody that is active wants to visit and see what Ideas people have come up with. I am currently writing a story myself, but it is in progress. I hope you all would take part in restoring this section.

 

[DZerpic]

I recently got really into writting (I just joined btw). I never considered myself a good writer but stories is what attract me the most to videogames. So, I saw this thread and thought, "Hey, I should contribute with something. Afterall, I came here with writting intents"

So, here goes.

Oh! first I wanted to let you know English is not my mother launguage so, please bear with me!

By the Hundreth Day

By the Seventh Day, the world was destroyed. He watched with discontent. He was tired because of all the work. And there was evening, and there was morning.

By the Eight Day, he tried again. He checked the infinit variables and possiblities. He spent the day making calculations until he finally found what went wrong. And there was evening, and there was morning.

By the Ninth Day, He re-created the world. A big, round mass of dirt and stone. He filled it with water. It took him a whole day. And there was morning – the Tenth Day came.

To small plants he gave life with a touch of his fingers. The flowers bloomed rapidly and died, almost instantly. In that flash of life, he saw the beauty of death. And he saw it again. And again. And it was morning – The Eleventh. And the Twelfth. And the Thirteenth. And evening came, morning followed.

By the Fourteenth Day, the world was dead. Rotten, in his hands. The plants grew too old, too fast. There was no Oxygen in the world. And the cries of those tiny, young animales filled his mind with pain.

All of the Fifteenth day he cried. His tears fell upon the dead world cleansing it from death, as he cleansed his soul. And there was evening, and there was morning.

On the First Day, he lost perception of time. And the Man, decided to play God. He set his machines ready and created a land he called with the distant memory of his fallen wife. And there was evening, and there was morning. – The Second Day came.

By the Hundreth Day, he started again. The burden of each world he carried upon his shoulders. Because of it, his mind deranged and every new planet, was more unstable.

The creatures he created next would die dead or in unbearable pain. Plants grew foul and lived forever in agony. Once upon a time, a Man tried to play God, and the what was left of his humanity died in that world. On the Hundred-and-First Day.

I just made it and I liked it!
BUT, if you're feeling depressed don't read it. Really. Else, enjoy!

 

[Codric]

Hmmm I like is !

But is seam that people dont like this
But you guys should because it could help the site even more!

 

[DZerpic]

Cool! here goes another quickie (kinda depressive too.)

Last Days of Mankind

'“Our time is running short” were the last words of the Chairman. Mankind had grown into a spectacular example of disastrous evolution. What humanity was left was about to vanish with what they called their flesh and bones.

Since the CXVI century children began coming to the world missing “parts”. They call a lung, an arm, an eye “parts”?! Children come out of machines! Like toys, they are born out of factories! What they are now is far worse; they don’t posses limbs, or faces, not even hearts. Their skins are dead pale and their bodies dead cold.

Their machines and their brains keep them alive. They are capable of things unimaginable, and it only makes me feel like a lab monkey. They don’t even know what monkeys are! I think they laughed when I told them about animals. Not to mention plants. You’d think there’d be beatiful eden-like gardens and parks! But such things don’t exist.

They don’t run on oxygen, you see? It’s some kind of liquid oil; I like to call it plasma because of it’s blueish color, but I keep forgetting what name they gave it. They found an alternative to Oxygen before the water was gone, and so, the trees just up and died. They made some just for me. What a privilege. In a 2 by 2 crystal room.

Their Brains! Think how much man evolved from the Homo Erectus to the Homo Sapiens. Think how much we did in 15,000 years! We tought telekinesis was fantasy. We should’ve thought again. Their info says the first experiments were on the second half of the XXI’s century. They were top secret, of course, and a complete failure!

The silence is what drives me mad. There’s not a sound. Not the slightest. They don’t speak, don’t eat and their machines are like nothing I’ve ever seen. There are no power cables, obviously, and gears belong to the museums. It’s all through that thick liquid. It “drives” the machine parts like a river drives a drifting boat. But the parts fit where they’re supposed to with maximal precission. And it’s not just one part at a time, it’s millions of tiny parts at incredible speeds. It almost looks natural.

They brought me here to be the sole witness of their arrogance and technological advancement, but I only see decadence and things that should be dead long ago. Put out of their misery. They show no emotion. It actually makes my stomach turn. Their faces are like a clean sheet of paper to wich they add parts. It’s so artificial! Their faces are pure plastic. They told me they were surprised by my response. And they’ve been standing there for hours after that; talking, I think. Until they told me of their impending doom.

“Our time is running short” and the sky has been going from yellow to orange to red ever since. It looks like they’re afraid. I don’t know what’s coming, but 17,246 marks, finally, our end. Because, wether I want it or not, they are our future, our children and grandchildren, they are still humans, they are an abomination of mankind, but they’re still my brothers and yours too.

Their information told of a group of humans that ventured into deep space never to come back. They calculated high chances of survival and it’s possible they’re still out the. So I’m sending this letter to them. To you. Handwritten by myself with a pencil they manufactured who knows how and when. I hope you understand their mistakes and learn from them. I was brought here to understand to what limits man could go. Given time he can break them all. But only at the cost of his soul!

I was never a believer, always stood by the numbers and logic. To me, God is a bunch of crap, but I see now. this is the Lucifer’s victory and God is dead. Nietzche couldn’t believe his eyes!

Whatever is coming for them is, unfortunately, coming for me too. I’ll die in a time I don’t belong in sorrow and solitude, witnessing the grim end of mankind.'

The man held on to his letter. He pressed it on his chest. A roaring sound began breaking the artificial calm. And he began crying, kneeling on the ground. He felt so impotent, so doomed and alone. His mental sanity was only held by the sheet of paper.

The buildings around him started melting and his distant brothers fell with them. The machines stopped and the liquid that ruled their lives turned into some kind of black acid, shrinking and melting every thing it touched. The fury of sound lasted an hour and all that was left standing was the rigid body of the kneeling man. The sheet of paper fell to the ground like a heavy stone.

The Man was dead.

If I have more time I'll try to make a better story and upload it. Let's see if we can make people come back to this threads!

 

[BreathingAcid]

Ohai. I wanted to comment on this thread a long time ago. But the holidays and busy work kept me from doing that.

To keep it short, I like to make this section flourish too. Never been a good writer but I pursue to be one.
Someday, I'd like to see hivers get more interested in script-writing and storytelling, and I'll do that by starting my own story.

Cheers!

 

[DZerpic]

Don't underestimate the power of a Mighty Script! *lighting strikes*

I recently found out that if you write your stories down with proper organization and attention to detail, they get a whole lot better.

 

[Codric]

DZerpic, I like your 2nd one too.
I dont get depressed so this was a fine quckie.
Its kind of poetic you know doesnt rime but makes sense.
I hope to see more of your work

-HellBreed-
Thank you! I dont know but people don't like this section which is very sad because I love reading stories, and it is fun to spread your ideas among the crowd I mean its so hard to stick myself to a story (but I manage it lol ) because I have quite alot flying around my mind. I once wrote to a competition I did so so but I improved alot from that day. I hope to see alot of stories from you guys!

 

[Malefic]

I will post my short story named :
"Stranger" you will figure out his name after you read it , if you know warcraft lore .

 

[Remixer]

Falling Darkness

A story about people, a story about the royal and a story about fear and power.

Reveal the Darkness

The Still
There was a time... time of love... time of life... time of happiness. However, as we know... the time goes on... nothing can stop it... nothing shall stop it! Until now! This evening the moon stops... it shall stand still... forever. Eternal light of the sun shall warm our hearts and bodies! This evening it shall begin! The eternal today! Those were the last words of the great king, Lucius the Seventeenth. He died because of the spells of the Arcane Elders. Well... it is pretty obvious as every one else died too. "He is so ambitious." the people said. I knew it was a lie. As a servant of the king himself, I knew it was a lie. The king did not want an eternal day because he wanted to show he could do it. He wanted it because he was afraid of darkness.
The Fall
As we all know... anything great can not happen without problems or a disaster. This one was not an exeption. I was watching the casting moment, watching the great wizards "Arcane Elders" as the were called, the ones who cast the spell. I was thinking what if something goes wrong... And as we all knew... anything great...
As the staffs of the wizards hit each other, a great blasting sound instantly echoed around the town. Every one looked to the sky. The sun was shining bright as a diamond in a middle of ash pile. Days passed... weeks passed... and before no one said anything. Every one had seen that the sun was shrinking. Day after day, hour after hour, a moment after another the sun just shrink. As getting smaller the news about the end of the world spread. However people had to live. They kept living because there is always hope. However, even if there is hope it won't help, it helps once it is changed into action. But no one did it. The king was selfish. He just sat in his castle and did not want to believe, that the darkness once again would face the kingdom. Months after the "Day of Light" people knew they were going to die. As they lived they knew they had to wait for a death. Every one knew there was only death ahead. Like before though this time they knew they would freeze to death in darkness. The feeling of living. Knowing you will die soon, is horrible...
The Darkness
164 moonlights after the Day of Light the sun simply disappeared. It shrink to itself. The goddess of the sun had been killed. The king killed the goddess who kept him alive... kept us all alive.

A short story? Right! Well it is not long though!

 

[Malefic]

Ok Stranger .
I know i can do a lot beter,consider this as demo treiler .

Stranger (Its horrable i know XD ).

For many years we have lived peaceful on planet called arru , using our powers for good and prosperity ,building beautiful towns among the rolling shores. Ah the life was sweet and good.
We never understood wars , why do someone fight to destroy or take something ,if they only understood that if you take someone’s land and freedom the day will come when someone will do the same to you .
And then one day a Visitor came through the portal .He looked like solder of the Titans but much more darker and fiendish , almost like a demon. He said he came to speak whit us the triumvirate and that he wishes us no harm. I ordered the guards to lower their pikes and to escort us to our main keep. While we where walking I noticed he carefully watched our guards in training and their use of skills and magic , I saw a greed in his eyes … i sense evil in him , to show him that I know whit what eyes he is watching our planet I said to him :
-Really it is a beatiful place don’t you think so ?
He answered me whit strange fiendish accent :
-A true rest for my tormented soul
We arrived to portal gates ,I ordered the guards to leave us and return to their posts , I said the keywords and portal gates took us to the chamber room. Kill’Jaden and Achemond where there playing Chess and laughing as mad. . Once they saw the visitor they sanded up and great him as costumed. . Visitor spoken:
-Greatings 3 great leaders od Edars , i came to you whit a proposition that will change your lives!
I offer you power beyond your wildest dreams ,immortality , domination. Join my legion and wreck havoc among the worlds.
We just stood there , watching him. We where speechless .He said something and opened a portal and said :
-I will be back in 4 days !
Malefic

 

[DwarfBoy]

here's one ah made a long time ago

Darkness in the Light

"Sir" said Priest Hank "are you sure the orcs can be taken down?"
"trust me, Hank" said Alan "i know what I'm doing"
Alan was sent by Varian Wrynn to deal with the Orcs in Westfall. He only had himself and a few men, but he was certain that he was gonna win.
He attacked, and, just as he knew he would, the orcs fell one by one, leaving only the leader of the Orc, A Warlock. He charged at him, slicing his head off. "were not done yet, there are some rouges to the south"
He gathered up his men, and, one by one, the rouges jumped out, but they were no match for his abilities. He was ready to go back, until an Undead attacked him. His men were beating them back, and Hank saved Alan.
"let us slay them now and forever" Alan yelled, and made their way through the campsite.
"hahaha, so you've finally arrived?" said a Lich "you may be able to slay me, but not before the ritual is complete"
Alan simply charged the lich, slashing him until he knew it would be put to rest. Suddenly, a small black ghost appeared, and went inside of the body of Alan. "like i said, you may be able to kill me, but not before the ritual is complete." Before Alan could say anything, the Lich teleported way, and Alan fainted. To Be Continued...

 

[Codric]

Ahhhh, Back from the Perilous Battlenet

-Dwarfboy-
Some Spelling mistakes, but all of us here at the hive make 'em mistakes.

-Malefic- Bravo, Another member comes to join mine group! I wonder, Mabey I should Contack Ralle and ask if I can creat my own group instead of just a thread that would be cool. Anyway I am back permantly (hopefully), Though early April I shall Move. You know from one house to the other. Anyway! Remember you need to have fun writing your stories!

-Codric