[SmG Phoenix]

I was going to give this to kids as an example, but I feel like what I wrote is a bit too hardcore for 10 year olds. So I'll let the rest of you have a read. Stinger likes it.

Title: Identity

Where am I? The headache hit first. As consciousness returned to me, I felt the awful pounding in my head. The hard, cold stone floor met my touch and I realized I was lying on my left side. With almost too much effort, I opened my eyes. I stared at the faintly lit stonewall in front of me. As I tried to turn over onto my back to see the light source, everything hurt. My bones creaked in agony. My muscles screamed in pain. I needed to know where I was. Sitting up next to the stonewall would be the best choice. The effort to do so would come at a price. A price of pain. I tried not to scream as sat up. Shaking, sweating, panting, I leaned on the stonewall. It hurt.
 
Slowly, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed I was in a small cave. The light source of a dying fire sat before me. A small, roughly made woodpile comprised of roughly shaped branches sat next to the small fire. If I didn’t keep the fire alive, I would be left in total darkness. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard echoing through the cave. Someone was coming. The heaviness of the steps meant the owner was no small pushover. Just as I was thinking about how to fight, the owner of the footsteps appeared in front of me. It was a giant of a man whose head almost touched the ceiling of the two-meter high cave. His long brown hair and beard covered most of his facial features and he wore a simple shirt and jeans. The moment he saw me, he froze. Then he uttered the 3 words I also wanted the answer to.
 
‘Who are you?’



Anyone else like writing? Post some short stories or even links to books you've written. :D

[SmG Stinger]

I do like it :perc:
Nicely done man

[SmG Blade]

Is it necessary that it has to be fictitious, serious themed or can be real life funny stories? (like in 4chan)

[SmG Phoenix]

Post some short stories or even links to books you've written. :D

[SmG FlasH™]

That was impressive! Fun to read :D

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Title: Left Behind

Walking through the now empty rooms, once filled with laughter and joy, I find myself lost in the memories, to only knock my leg against the table, and have its screech, echo through the house. I come back to my senses, to only find sadness fill my heart, as a tear rolls down my cheek, and drops on the dusty floor. Was it worth it? I ask myself, to be the only one alive, to have witnessed the murder of my family right before my eyes. To live through it is a greater pain than witnessing it. The memories flow through my mind, no matter how much I isolate myself, the same answer rings in my head, the constant reminder that I shouldn't have been the only one alive.

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Lemme know what you guyz think :P

[SmG Phoenix]

^Is that a poem?

[SmG FlasH™]

I was just trying to come up with something, and I guess it sounds more like a poem than a story lol.

[SmG CCPrincess]

Flashy, I wonder if you remember the previous time you told a story. I think it involved a torch... and blood xD Don't think it ended well. :'D

[SmG Blade]

It all started one night, how I met her, how she told me her story and made me think about her all night. Wish that night never ended, but alas.. time never comes back.

One of the nights of December, really cold but the city was alive. Everyone was enjoying their lives, meeting people, having fun time. I stopped by the usual bar I go to everyday. The feeling was nostalgia there was transcending but something there was not right. There I saw a female sitting in a corner, her eyes red and the mascara smudged. I sat next to her and offered her a drink. She held it and looked at me. Her eyes were beautiful, nothing I had seen before. She was crying. I gathered up the courage to ask her what had happened. She burst into tears and held my hand and said "I have suffered too much. All the countless acts of kindness towards him were vain!".

Hours passed and she told me her story about her abusive fiancé. She liked the affinity I had with her and was relieved sharing her story with me. She lived a few blocks away so I decided to walk her home.

While walking, I asked her name. Her name was Sarah. Eventually she started to dance like in the movies. Watching her, dancing in the snowfall, was a pure elation. At last we came near her house. She looked at me and said smiling, "Thank you Nathan. Wish I would've been here for more long.". She bid me farewell and went inside. I felt so good after being with her. Her eyes, her mesmerising smile. I couldn't stop thinking.

Next day after work, instead of going to the bar, I decided to drop by her house.

Sirens blazing a little far away.
I saw an ambulance. I rushed to the scene.
There she was lying, emotionless, pale.

She was declared dead on scene.

"Oh what have I done.. she didn't deserve this. She didn't had to do this!" these thoughts rushed thru my mind. I felt miserable. I felt that I was the culprit, I was the murderer. She had a paper in her hand. I took it and opened it.


"Thanks Nathan."


Wish that night had never ended. Wish I never left her.

[SmG Speedy]

I've got this One Punch Man thing written: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-4c1...sp=sharing

Haven't decided what to call it yet tho

Lol why is Blade considered a genius