by Billy Miner
“That’s interesting,” Jonathan says.
“Another example,” the book continued. “What do you think of when you see these two symbols?”
The book showed him symbols on the floor that he painted with a brush.
“Wow, you’re a good artist, just like the book of pictures,” Jonathan said.
“Thanks, but let me ask you again. What do these symbols remind you of?”
“Well,” Jonathan started. “The first looks like a reverse arrow, so you should probably correct what you’re doing or go the other way; and the second one reminds me of children who are finger painting.”
“They told me you were bright. I don’t think I have to tell you more,” the book said. “Go on and you’ll find out how much emotion people attach to a symbol.”
“Okay. See you later!” Jonathan said, after which he headed in the direction of the castle.
The castle seemed so close at first, but it took a long time before Jonathan reached it. Moreover, he had to walk uphill, which wasn’t as pleasant as he suspected. The bridge was down and the gate was open. Jonathan was in a cheeky mood, so he walked right in, being overwhelmed by the magnitude of the towers and castle the medieval masonry they were made of.
“Who are you?” a man who was walked towards him suddenly asked.
He was wearing thick armor with a giant eagle on his chest. His red sleeves were coming out of his silver breastplate and his boots were brown. He held a helmet in his hand and a sword in the other.
“My name is Jonathan.”
“And what are you doing here in my castle?” the man asked. “If you’re not looking to help us, then beat it.”
“Help you with what?” Jonathan asked.
The man sighed.
“Skeletons have attacked our castle a lot in the past few days. We are expecting another assault any time soon. So if you’re not good at sword fighting, I recommend you leave, or you might die. This is not a safe hideout.”
“I am willing to help defend this castle,” Jonathan said with courage in his voice.
“Very well. Then go the armory over there. They will give you what you need. By the way, my name is Valerius.”
“Thanks,” Jonathan said.
He went to the armory and met a guy with a beard who appeared to have a Scottish accent.
“Hi there, lad. I can hook you up with any weapons. Are you looking for a nice giant axe, a war hammer (with spikes, my favorite), or perhaps a bow and arrow are your thing?”
“How about a sword and shield?” Jonathan asked.
“Aye, lad. Here you go. This is one of the finest swords I have. And which shield do you want?”
Jonathan looked at a dozen shields stack at each other on the floor. They all looked the same to him.
“Are they any different?” he asked.
“Aye, they have the same symbol, but they are different shapes. Besides, this one is thicker and heavier, but the lighter kind is easier to carry.”
“I’ll take the lighter kind,” Jonathan decided.
“That’s a good choice,” the man with the red beard said as he handed over the weapons.
“Alaaaarm!” a guy yelled as he opened the door. “The skeletons are attacking!”
“Well, here is your chance to prove yourself, lad,” the man behind the table said.
Jonathan went outside and saw a few hundred men lined up in front of Valerius. Apparently, he was the commander of these warriors. They were all wearing different pieces of armor, but the symbols on their chests and shields were the same, and they all wore red. Jonathan quickly joined the ranks. He looked at the gate. It was closed. Archers were standing on the walls, ready to release their arrows at the approaching enemies.
“Men of Galdraf!” Valerius started. “You have fought at my side before. We have a duty to our families and our country. And that duty is to preserve their freedom. The eagle on your shields and breastplates stands for exactly that. Do not fear death, for your soul shall be free if you die for this cause. But even if you do, we will make sure, as we did before, that we will once again be victorious. Let freedom prevail!”
The knights all cheered loudly as they held their weapons in the air. The archers were already shooting at the invading skeletons, who were swimming through the mote by the thousands. They looked scary and ferocious, ready to destroy human life and take over the castle. Some of the attacking skeletons got hit and stayed in the water. Others made it to the castle and climbed the castle walls or lowered the bridge.
“They’ve lowered the bridge!” one of the archers yelled.
“Get ready for a breakthrough!” Valerius yelled at the men. “They could be here any time!”
Some of the knights were nervous while others courageously looked to the heavens and concentrated on the sudden attack they would face soon.
It happened in the blink of an eye. The skeletons rammed the gates with a huge log and stormed inside the castle. The warriors slashed their swords and axes through their bones, and the archers still fired upon the bloodthirsty undead.
Jonathan engaged and slew some skeletons on his own. That’s when he noticed the symbol on his sword. It was an eagle. Made sense… but when he looked closely, he saw that the symbol was glowing.
What could that mean?
The more skeletons he killed, the more his sword glowed.
“This must be a magic sword,” Jonathan thought.
He chopped a few more skulls off the skeletons’ bodies and stepped back. The sword was glowing brightly and seemed to be able to explode or something. Jonathan looked up and saw an eagle flying by, coincidentally looking down on the entire battle scene. How significant. Then Jonathan decided to storm at the skeleton crowd, the thousands that were at the gate entrance.
“For freedom!” he yelled as he slashed in the air.
Booooom!
His move caused some kind of sonic flash to cause a wave of shining bright light to dash through space, horizontally, until it went through every skeleton in the opposing army.
Whooosh!
And all of a sudden, it was over. The men looked astonished. Where did the skeletons go? They could hardly believe it. Then they looked at Jonathan.
“What did you do?” one of them asked.
“Where did you get that sword?” another asked.
“I-in the armory,” Jonathan stuttered.
“Wow, that’s the legendary eagle sword,” Valerius said with big eyes. “I didn’t know we had it in our very castle. It must have collected dust while we focused on other weapons. You can’t even see the difference when it’s not glowing, but when you use it, it’s the most powerful weapon on the planet.”
“I guess so,” Jonathan said.
“Thank you, Jonathan. We owe you,” Valerius said.
He bowed, and right after that, the other knights bowed too. They were showing their respect for this bright, lucky kid who just defeated the entire skeleton army with one slash. Jonathan gazed upon the few hundred kneeling warriors and felt proud and honored at the same time.
He woke up.
“Hey,” he said. “I was enjoying this dream. I didn’t want to wake up yet.”
Then he thought about it, the symbolism you can put in an epic story like the one in his dream. It hit him and he thought he had learned enough by now.
Chapter 7: The Best Book
“Reading is nice,” Jonathan said to himself. “But writing is even more interesting. And by writing, you can share your dreams with others.”
He took a pen and paper and wrote his heart out. He wrote and wrote and wrote…
The next day, he ran home and did the same. And the next day, and so forth. He wrote one story after the other and added as many details, sound effects, symbols, and images as he could. For five weeks, Jonathan wrote for hours every day. Sometimes he fell asleep but most of the time, he was more focused than ever.
“Done,” he said at a certain point. “Mom! Wanna read my book?”
“Oh my… that’s a lot of words,” she said. “I mean, I noticed you went to your room and wrote so much for the past few weeks, but I had no idea it could be this much.”
“Do you want to read it?” Jonathan asked again.
“Of course,” his mother said. “Maybe not all in one day. I don’t have time for that. But I will read a little each day until I finish it. Sounds good?”
“Great.”
Jonathan’s mother read the stories her son had written. She was amazed by them; so much that she showed it to his dad, the teachers, and other people she came in contact with. Eventually, and this was Jonathan’s dream, the book was brought to a printing company and distributed across the village.
Jonathan had reached his goal. And since hundreds of people were now reading his books, he felt famous.
“I heard you wrote a book,” one of his friends said at one point.
“I did,” Jonathan said.
“What is the title of your book?”
“The title is, ‘The Little Boy and the Books.’”
“Nice title. I like it.”
THE END
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Minecraft Pigman
Diary of a Minecraft Pigman
By Billy Miner
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Contents:
Introduction
Entry 1: I Am Roy
Entry 2: I Am Bob
Entry 3: I Am Kevin
Entry 4: I Am Marshall
Entry 5: Split Up
Entry 6: The Golden Sword
Entry 7: Halloween
Entry 8: Back to the Nether
Introduction
This story about a Minecraft pigman has an unexpected twist. Learn about Jerome, a pigman who feels divided between worlds, and confused about his identity. The cure to his mental state is found in a magical item: An enchanted golden sword. Once he gets it, it will heal him and the demons he is trying to cope with. Together with his neighbors and friends, he figures out what to do with himself and to find inner peace and healing.
Halloween is the most fun time for Jerome, which he uses to bond with others and develop new friendships. He is excellent at trick or treating, and has secret powers related to pumpkins, which he discovers along his journey to self-fulfillment. Eventually, he knows where he belongs and finds his way there.
Don’t miss out on this super fun, psychological Minecraft story about a pigman.
Entry 1: I Am Roy
Hello. My name is Roy. I am 12 years old and I live in a village with regular people. Strange, huh? Since I am a pigman. I’ve heard of pigmen attacking my hometown, but not all of us are dangerous or hostile. Everybody has just learned to accept me, which I am pretty happy about.
I love sports, especially soccer. I always looked up to some of the great athletes. They are my heroes. One of them Roniladini, is one of my favorites. The guy has brown hair, a light green shirt and blue shorts. I think he scores about 2 goals per game on average and he has a way of moving through every defender as if it is nothing. He is the best!
I play it a lot… soccer I mean. There are little fields outside in the park, which sometimes friends come to. Some of my friends are okay. Other ones are easy to beat. I practice each day, hoping to make it to the pros someday. If I could play for a crowd of thousands of people, it would be a dream come true. I don’t think it would matter too much that I am a pigman. There are other creatures who play amongst humans in sports games, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
Okay, I can go on and on about what I do in everyday life, but let me tell you the story of what recently happened. It was an accident, and I didn’t mean to do it, but when I saw it, I didn’t have the guts to show anyone.
I was just kicking a ball around, like usual, trying to find out how many times I could kick it with my shoes, knees, heels, or head without having it touch the ground. I got to about 54 times… okay… 53… okay… 50… fine 40 times. That was my record: 40 times. Anyway, I was just doing that for about a half hour, but then I wanted to check the strength of my goal kicks. I put the ball on the floor, stepped back, and kicked it as hard as I could.
Whooosh!
The ball sped through the air, hitting the wall of some uninhabited house and bouncing back, almost right in my face.
“I think I got a little too close,” I mumbled.
So I stepped back, put the ball farther behind the wall, and repeated the same action.
Bang!
The ball hit the wall even harder, despite the fact that I was farther back.
“I think I am getting better,” I said. “I’m getting stronger; I can feel it.”
I put the ball back even farther, about 15 feet I think. I walked back a little, gathered all my strength, and kicked the ball like a hammer on a nail; the impact was tremendous.
Whoosh!
Again, the ball flew forward with immense speed.
Clingaling!
“Whoops,” I said, holding my hand in front of my face and covering my mouth.
With big eyes and a sheepish look on my face, I realized what I had done. The ball went through a window. I stood there, anxious and afraid, not knowing what to do next. Should I tell the owners of the house? Should I run away and escape the inevitable punishment? Or should I just go and get my ball back?
I was afraid. I just couldn’t confess. It was a disaster. I hated myself for it, but at that moment, it was too difficult.
“Hey pigman!” a boy across the street yelled. “What are you up too?”
“Oh, uhm… nothing,” I stammered.
“Well, then… do you want to play?”
“N-no thank you.”
And right after I said it, I ran home. I walked up the stairs to my room, not wanting to be confronted with the wrong I had done. I just tried to forget about it, picked up another soccer ball, and started playing with it.
Entry 2: I Am Bob
/> My name is Bob. I am 18 years old. I am a little chubby, not too much; but some of my peers told me I am fat. Insulting, I know, but what am I going to do about it, right? Nothing of course. So I just let it go.
Some time ago, I got addicted to candy. I don’t know what it is about candy, but I LOVE it! Perhaps just the sugar, perhaps something else. And sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with it. I mean, I am not hurting anyone else when I eat it, am I?
Maybe that’s just it… pigs can eat. They eat and eat until they can’t fit anything in their bellies. It’s just something about that delicious flavor of certain foods that makes you want to crave more.
You might have guessed by now that I am a pigman. And yes, I look like a pig, with the pink skin and everything. I always eat too much and burp loudly afterwards. It’s just what I do.
I hope I am not making you hungry with all the mentioning of food, but I just got a little hungry myself. So I’ll write more later…
…
…
I’m back. And I just had a big lunch. It was needed. Now I can go through the day without having that terrible feeling in my stomach.
Here is what I ate: A hamburger, fries, spaghetti and meatballs, a small slice of pizza, two soda pop drinks, three regular candy bars, two fried candy bars, a big fried fish, and a large scoop of ice cream for dessert.
That’s not too much, is it?
I mean, I could eat more, but this was just enough to fill my tummy. So yes, I live a heavy lifestyle. I don’t think it matters, since nobody else cares. I am a fat pig already, so why play sports? I never run, I never jump, and even walking is out of the question.
Saying that, this reminds me of something I am a little embarrassed about.
Not too long ago, I did something bad.
I will tell you about it in a little bit, but first… let me just say I was a little clumsy. I was invited to a party. I felt honored, of course, since I don’t have many friends. But hey, it finally happened, and I was determined to make it a success. However, I didn’t know what was going to occur; some major catastrophe, at least for me.
