Short story thread.

If you did not write the story please give credit if you can. Would you like me to kick it off?

Really no one wants to post anything?

Fuck it I will post my shitty story.







It was 8:22 when Jeremy woke up. The sun was shining brightly and all seemed at peace with the world. Jeremy went to check his phone and thought it was odd that he had no emails or text messages, but shrugged it off. When he went to go watch TV he started to get suspicious. All the channels did not work except for 132. He went to call the cable company when he heard something moaning in the backyard. Jeremy grabbed his wooden bat to face whatever was out there. As he opened the patio door he saw the outline of someone under under the Willow tree. He tried calling out to it but got no response, so he started walking towards it. When he got close enough to finally make out the figure he could not believe his eyes. It had a gruesome bite mark on its right arm, pale white skin, and pitch black eyes. Jeremy jumped back in horror when he realized it was a zombie.

The zombie started to approach him. Jeremy was frozen in horror as this abomination inched closer. He was able to snap out of it before the zombie was able to bite him. He gathered all his strength and in one heavy swing smashed the zombie skull in. Scared out of his mind Jeremy quickly rushed to his phone to call 911. He almost had a heart attack when the phone said ti had no service.

In a desperate panic he ran towards the window and looked outside. He saw 7 blood thirsty zombies on streets looking for fresh meat. Thinking quickly he grabbed his keys, the bat, his phone and went to the car. He made a plan to go find his girlfriend and then go to the military base 15 miles outside of Pin Valley.

Driving to his girlfriend's apartment he saw more and more hungry zombies looking for food. It scared him to see the the horde increasing as he got closer and closer to where she lived. Panicking he put the pedal to the metal and raced towards his girlfriend's apartment. When he arrived he saw no zombies around the complex and was hopeful that jus t might be okay. As he walked through the door his heart dropped when he saw her lying on the floor with brain matter everywhere and a gun in here cold, dead hand.

He got out of there as fast as he could and started his way out of the city. As he neared the military base He could not keep negative thoughts from clouding his mind. Was there anyone even there, would they help him, or was the base already overrun with zombies? These were just some of the horrible thoughts that filled his head on the way to the base. All of these thoughts faded away when he saw the base. He knew that he was going to make it out of this nightmarish catastrophe.

TL;DR Tom lieks zombeez.

Powdered Toast Man wrote:TL;DR Tom lieks zombeez.

So you are encouraging people not to read in a short story thread?

No.

Just not your short stories.

i just thought it had a bit of an anti climactic ending

Powdered Toast Man wrote:No.

Just not your short stories.

I already said it sucked so why do you feel the need to restate it again. Was it so bad that you just had to tell people that it sucked with no reason?

Zillah wrote:i just thought it had a bit of an anti climactic ending

Yah I kinda just wanted to end it there. Was going to end it as a cliffhanger but decided against it.

I think this is a great thread. This creative section is a bit too dusty for my tastes so lets see if we can revive it with activity~

So here goes. I do a lot of wandering and in my wandering stumble across many a interesting thing. In one such adventure I stumbled across this little tale.

A Dragon's Cave
by (Original name scribbled out) Mr. E Hat

Far from here in a little ravine with an even littler stream wandered a dragon. Not big or terrifying was he but small. He was just a babe recently freed from his mother's guidance.
This little dragon, guided by big curiosity, hopped the rocks, slopped the mud, and soared off the surface of the stream until he came to a cave.
Now a little ravine with a littler stream could only house the littlest of caves.
Or so it would seem...
Little as it was, it was perfect for for our little friend. Feeling himself fortunate for such a find the dragon strolled in only to discover that the littlest cave was not littlest at all.
Within were pools and streams and fishes not before seen. The dragon hopped, skipped, and roared to find himself so fortunate.
And so our friend fattened on fishes and algae and rested on mosses so soft it put King's and their beds to shame.
But as dragons do our little friend did not stay little for long. As the days post to weeks, which turned to months which added up to years the dragon grew and grew until one day the dragon noticed his kingdom not so big and his belly not so thin.
Deciding he had lingered long enough and that fortune would grant him a new home, he made for the cave mouth.
Though the dragon had grown the mouth of the cave had not. The littlest cave became littler yet compared to the dragon's girth. Unable to leave the dragon thought to call for help with a bellowing roar. Perhaps his mother or brothers still resided nearby.
He puffed up his chest, filled up his lungs, threw back his head~CRACK~went his head off the ceiling. With that his cave rumbled and the ceiling splintered and down came the rocks blocking off the littlest cave.
The dragon returned to his moss bed with a resigned huff.
"Not so fortunate!" he grumbled. "Not so fortunate at all!" He complained rubbing the throbbing bump on his head.
And so the not so little dragon resigned to his "fortune". Accepted his fate.

They say even today if you go to the little ravine, follow the littler stream, and find where the littlest cave once was, you can hear the dragon brooding and huffing as only a dragon to big for his cave can do.

Im only reposting just to bring this one back to the new posts section. I know not everyone is creative but I think this forum is a great idea.

Stories can be found everywhere. I spend a lot of time just wandering this little town I live in and taking pictures of interesting things. I'm no photographer but what I am capturing is more important in my eyes.
Im capturing stories. A penny found on the sidewalk. Where has it been? what has it seen? what is its story. A tombstone so warn by time the name no longer exists. A tombstone that had no name to begin with. WHo were they? what was their story. Can I give them a story? Should I give them a story? It doesnt have to be fancy, or well written. But I see stories around be everyday waiting to be discovered. and I want to know what stories you all have seen. What have you walked past.

there once was a small cheese.

the end

Amazing~! A nice quick read. Children will love it. I love it and I act like a child so...its gold.

i think ill have to wait before i do the sequel... a lot of effort was required

Its ok. America will wait~ Its like...the next harry potter.

But really tho. Video Games all have stories. so you guys have more experience with this stuff than you think~

pfft.

check out the thread i posted in literature.
those books have such a deep story.

so many different stories all woven intogether
highly recomended.