Spoiler: Some rambling. So, if any of you have known me for a long time, you know I wrote a little story about the J&H Server going haywire and everything. However, I kind of quit that story since I didn't know where to take it too far and it started losing its magic. (I don't even remember if I finished it). So, out of pure boredom, I decided to make my own story. Again. Out of inspiration, might I mind you. Go ahead and read. Give me tips on story-making if you'd like. I'd love to be able to make better stories. Break Free Chapter I The boy woke up from his bewildering dream and was startled to see where he was at his point in time. All he could remember from his dream (Which wasn’t very much, may I mind you) was that it took place in the middle of nowhere, where there was nothing except white and a flat surface all around him wherever he went. He also could barely remember that he talked to a very peculiar cobra. The cobra, in his dream, looked talked to him at a very slow pace, with a voice similar to Mr. Smith’s voice from the Matrix and at almost the exact same pace whenever Mr. Smith said “Misssterr Aannnderssonnn...Whhat a surpriise.” He deciphered the snake having Mr. Smith’s characteristics by knowing he watched the Matrix with this father last night, and also knew why the world was a world of nothing because he had recently gotten the 6th pure heart in Super Paper Mario, where you fight a boss, in literally, a World of Nothing. Oh, and by the way, this was all after he realized that he woke up in the World of Nothing. The boy tried to remember what the snake said in the dream, but it was all just a blur at that point. In fact, the boy couldn’t remember his name...or his parents...or where he lived. Not only did he also forget his own age, but his vivid vocabulary had been cut down into primary grade vocabulary, which was just utterly depressing for a boy graduating middle school with honors. The cobra from his dream appeared just after he processed all this, though more elegant and cocky than before. “So, you’ve arrived. I take it you can’t remember anything, correct?” asked the cobra. The boy nodded in agreement. “Good. Very good. Now, would you like to know all of the information your little, miniscule brain had in its memory?” Although offended, the boy couldn’t do anything but nod, as he didn’t want to know what would happen if he didn’t nod. “Good. Do not worry, the process is very simple. All you have to do is break out of this...structure. How, you may ask? Well, I would say try to remember, but you can’t!” The cobra cackled at his own joke. “Oh, oh my. Great one, Coby. Anyway, I’m not telling you. No, this is not a prank, or a social experiment or anything like that. There are no cameras where you are. I’ll give you a hint, though. Use your imagination.” The cobra cackled once again, and spiraled down into the ground. Not taking the cobra’s advice too seriously, the boy ventured off into a direction. For miles and miles, he took off and realized there was no food or water. Suddenly, his lips became chapped, and his stomach grumbled so loud that anyone could hear it within a radius of 5 miles on the highway during rush hour. He wished for some food, and in a mischievous manner, his brain created images in his mind of a cuisine with steak, rice with yogurt on top of it, and mashed potatoes with gravy on top of it with a nice glass of water and a can of Coke-a-Cola next to it. Suddenly, in front of him, the cuisine appeared in front of him, with every exact detail he imagined! He gobbled down all of the food presented to him, and chugged down the Coke-a-Cola after drinking his water. Knowing this, he tried to imagine an exit door leading to the world he had been in before. It worked. A shiny exit door appeared, with stairs leading up to what seemed like his house. “It couldn’t have been that easy!” he thought to himself. He turned the other direction, and sped off from there. He tripped over something, and looking back over it to see what could’ve possibly tripped him in this desolate place, he saw the cobra again. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Devil’s Apprentice. You think that’s a trap, don’t you? Well, you’d be right! And, well, wrong as well. You see, that door DOES lead back to where you live. The only problem is, however, your world will be the exact same way as you left it, and you know that that’s a problem.” remarked the cobra in a boasting manner. “Remember when I called this place a structure? I wasn’t very specific was I? Well...let’s think of it as a checkpoint, shall we? Maybe that’ll help you realize what you’re actually supposed to do here. You know you can’t go back, so what can you do in this world where you can imagine anything and it’ll come true?” "Oh, and also, now that you know the secret to this world, I will give you some advice: Don't imagine anything...inappropriate. You won't like it, trust me." As per his nature, the boy imagined that kind of stuff. Behind the snake, some of that inappropriate stuff appeared as a physical object. “Welp. At least I don’t have to deal with that beastiality. You do!” The cobra cackled, and spiraled into the ground again, leaving the boy with a question on what he can do to fix his “mistake”. He didn’t know what his mistake was for a while, until he ran away from the beastiality back to the spot where he woke up. A few minutes passed by as he was walking around the spot, pondering what could've been his mistake. As he tried to look back on his past, he thought of anything that could help him remember, and tried to remember who his best friend was. That's when he remembered. He had no friends anymore. He remembered what he had done to all his “friends” and his “loved ones.” He hurt them. He hurt every single one of them, and finally realized after 14 years what he had really done. Now set out to change this, he put his mind to imagining ways to succeed in this task he was forcefully proposed.
Would like to see more actually, really interesting as said above. I have always thought of making a story, but it would not be what people would expect me to make. Anyway, you seem to have a good imagination, which I happen to lack. Keep it up.
Sorry for the inactivity, had finals. Here you go, the second chapter of Break Free. Chapter II And so, with a task set at hand, the boy tried to think of a way to fix his mistakes in the past. Time travel wasn’t an option, as technology had only advanced so far since then, and he wasn’t really the most creative person around to imagine anything that could help him fix his mistakes. As such, being the analytical boy that he was, he imagined a path towards the place that he needed to go to in order to fix his mistakes. As such, a path appeared. The world had changed its color when he imagined a path. It seemed more earthly than before, with vibrant colors and the sounds and smells of nature circumambulated around him. The path had turned into a vibrant forest, and his only guide to find the place he needed to go into the forest were strangely accurate arrows carved into the dirt path that bisected the forest. As he walked along, he couldn’t help but smile at the tunes the birds sang, the shining of the Sun and gentleness of the clouds above him, and the rustling of the bushes nearby, caused by squirrels and chipmunks burying their nuts for the winter, and that unfortunately, made him remember how cold the Winter was. So, he decided to make clothes. But, that idea was shut down after he realized he already was wearing clothes. He was wearing a sky blue and white striped shirt, with black shorts that had white and green sections to show where the pockets were. He had black shoes with white soles, designed in an intricate pattern to show off innovative design. An hour passed by, and he came across a lake to his left side. He stopped for a small drink, but as he bent over, he saw his face. He had a Roman nose, pointed at the end, but otherwise seemingly flat. His eyes were hazel, with an exterior of green and a lighter shade of brown surrounding his pupils. His hair was messy, but mostly light brown and could be mistaken for blonde at some point if the lighting was just right. That’s when he started to remember his name. It wasn’t any curiosity as to why he couldn’t remember his name. In fact, it was so rare and hard to pronounce that it took him a couple of tries to get it right the first time. He started to say it out loud, in hopes it would help him remember how to talk. “Xerxes? Xerxes. XERXES!” he shouted out. Now that he knew his name, it gave him confidence, and he ran down the path instead of calmly walking. He looked up at the sky, and primal instinct told him it would be night soon. Because of that, he somehow had to build a shelter. He ran into the forest, hoping to find something to help him survive. He found a steel axe, conveniently left for him on top of the stump of a fallen tree. It was left there almost too conveniently. He tiptoed over to the axe, and carefully lifted it up. The cleaned and curvy wooden handle perfectly, and he tested it out by swinging it slowly and quietly. It perfectly fit his hand. Not wanting to attract more attention than he could’ve already gotten from animals, he carefully tiptoed back. As he reached the edge of the trees and back onto the dirt path, he saw a spear fly right past him. It took a bit of his long hair with it, too. Looking to the left, he saw Native Americans charge straight at him. He imagined a wall that blocked the Native Americans from charging at him, but to his surprise, it didn’t appear. He ran as fast as he could, far away from the Native Americans, only supported by the adrenaline that pumped through his body and the second wind that came. And the third, fourth, fifth and sixth wind that came afterwards. The Native Americans were still charging at him with what seemed to be infinite energy, and with one last burst of energy, he swung the axe at them and chopped them in half. Blood poured out of their butchered bodies, and he ran away along the path, scarred by what he had done, with tears following his footsteps along his side. If this was what it took to fix his past mistakes, then he didn’t want to do it. Xerxes was already blue enough from the mistakes he wish he hadn’t remembered, and he didn’t want to make anymore similar mistakes. He heard a hiss behind him. At just perfect timing, the cobra appeared. “Well, well, look at our murderer here. I called you Devil’sss Apprenticce for a reassson. You’ve jusst murdered fathersss who had familiess they needed to take care of. Great going, you’re already repeating the steps you had made before. But hey, it looks like you’re just going to keep on doing it just asss you did before, you sssilly forgetfu-" “JUST SHUT UP ALREADY YOU F***ING SNAKE! I DON’T NEED YOUR IDIOTIC OPINION ON HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE! IN FACT, IF ANYONE’S A DEVIL’S APPRENTICE, IT SHOULD BE YOU FOR TORTURING MY LIFE THE WAY YOU HAVE!” shouted Xerxes. He finally remembered how to talk, in a burst of anger and all kinds of hatred related emotions. “Ooh, we’ve got someone with an attitude right here! Whatever. I’ll leave you to your business. Expect more of your memories to come to you sooner.” said the snake. He spiraled into the ground once again, leaving another black hole to where he was. And just in time too, Xerxes was almost ready to swing his axe at him. After the snake spiraled into the ground, Xerxes struggled across the path to his destination. It was in view, and just in time, as the wind picked up as the moon shined. The only question in his mind was if he really wanted to fix his mistakes. He had already killed 2 people, so what could be the point? “Could family and friends really fix this? Can I really fix my mistakes? Do I want to keep going…?” Xerxes asked to himself. He was losing hope and determination by the second, but hoped he would get another memory to show how happy his life was back then. At that point, that was the only thing fueling him to keep on going across the track that he needed to go on.
