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by Billy Miner

  “It wasn’t my fault! It was all my mom’s fault! She abandoned me! It wasn’t fair! She was never there for me!” she yelled as she got caught and cuffed.

  She was taken to jail, and after a trial, more evidence was found. On the one hand, I was happy that the case got solved; on the other hand, I felt a little sorry for her. Was her hate for her mother her greatest motive, or was it the greed for her great-uncle’s treasures? I guessed we would never fully understand, but apparently she had already been a victim of life since her childhood. This was the part I hated about my job: Seeing all the psychological harm caused by people every day.

  It became apparent again, something I had always contemplated, that we sometimes hear of crimes and wars, but that the real drama, the hidden feelings and the hurt, are right beneath the surface. The biggest flaws of society are those that aren’t always visible until something drastic happens.

  I stood there, staring at her lovely home one more time. I saw the chickens, which would soon be confiscated by the state. I imagined the warm interior where we had such an enjoyable discussion. It was sad.

  “Let it go,” Barnes said as he put his arm around my shoulder. “Someday, she may be healed. There is still hope. Don’t worry. And there is still hope for you too.”

  I smiled. Good old Barnes, always there to cheer me up.

  “Thanks, partner,” I said quietly.

  We left and went to the police office. Who knew what else I was going to bump into? On to the next case…

  THE END

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  Minecraft Steve

  Minecraft Steve’s Diary

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: Exploring

  Entry 2: Camping Out

  Entry 3: Strange Things

  Entry 4: The Danger

  Entry 5: Back at the Village

  Entry 6: Hidden Enemies

  Entry 7: Attacks

  Entry 8: Even Stranger

  Introduction

  Steve has two friends: Freddy and Tyrone. They go on an adventure to the woods, where they camp out and have a fun time together. But when they run into an unknown object, their future is about to change.

  They return to the village they came from and discover the importance of this strange item they just found in the forest.

  Find out more about Steve’s experience in this short Minecraft story, his diary, and be surprised by the outcome of the secret powers his friends and he have unleashed.

  Entry 1: Exploring

  This is Steve. I am 15 years old… well, I don’t know how else to start a diary, or journal… whatever. This is the first time. I just want to write down what happened recently. It was amazing, but it was also incredible, and by that I mean that it would be hard to believe unless I explain every detail, and even then there may be doubters.

  What I experienced with my friends, goes beyond the normal and the natural. It was supernatural; that was for sure. We actually didn’t believe it ourselves at first.

  So let me just get to it, or I will just keep rambling about how unbelievable and weird it was.

  It all started when we decided to explore the environment. You see, our village is surrounded by gorgeous mountains, but we just never went there, partially because our parents were so busy and we didn’t want to go by ourselves. My friends, Freddy and Tyrone, were about the same age at that time and were happy that their parents finally agreed to let them go off on their own, with me of course. So we did. We planned a camping trip.

  First, we packed our bags, the tent, and some cooking equipment. It was exciting. My dad was proud of me, since this would mean I would become more mature, being self-reliant and all. My mom was a little worried, but she gave in and let me go. She knew that it would be safer it there were three of us.

  It was a hot summer day. We met in front of my house and took off after hitting each other on the shoulder (like guys do).

  “What do you want to do first?” Tyrone asked.

  “I just want to go towards the mountains,” I said. “When we get there, we’ll decide what to do first. If we do all kinds of things first, it may be dark already when we arrive at a good spot. So let’s find a spot first. After that, we can have as much fun as we want.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Tyrone said.

  “Maybe we can eat some rabbits,” Freddy said.

  We both looked at him. That comment was completely misplaced. Tyrone was a pretty smart kid, but Freddy…? Sometimes we wondered what was up with him.

  “Uhm… yes, maybe,” I said.

  We were all silent. For some reason, we just didn’t have anything to add, so we all kept packing our stuff.

  Entry 2: Camping Out

  We put our backpacks on our backs. We said goodbye to our families and started our journey. As we walked towards the mountains, we passed by beautiful orchards, farmlands, and forests. At the foot of the mountain, we paused.

  “That looks like a long way up there,” Freddy said.

  “Not so,” I said. “We’re not going all the way up there, just halfway. It will be good enough. That’s where we’ll pitch our tents.”

  We started climbing up. We were lucky there was a clear path, but it was steep. Every once in a while, we rested, being severely fatigued after such a tough climb. But eventually, after a few hours, we came to an area where the road wasn’t so steep anymore. We discovered a creek and some lush, green bushes and trees.

  “Let’s move up a little more and then pitch our tent near the creek somewhere,” I suggested.

  My friends agreed it was a good idea.

  After another half hour, we picked a spot and pitched our tent. It was tricky, and we noticed how much clear communication mattered when you’re working together as a team. Freddy was too clumsy to put the pins in the ground, Tyrone was complaining about the wind, and I just couldn’t find some of the tin
y items that make a tent complete. When we were done, we put our backpacks in there, laid out the sleeping bags, and took a look at the creek.

  “I bet you can’t beat my record,” Tyrone said.

  “What’s your record?” I asked.

  “Skipping a rock 27 times on the water.”

  “No way!”

  “It’s true. So what do you say, Steve? Are you up for a challenge?”

  “Bring it on.” With that remark, I picked up some flat rocks and started skipping them on the water.

  1…. 2….. 3….. 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

  “Twelve!” I said. “That’s not bad, is it?”

  “But it’s not 27,” Tyrone said.

  “Well, if you skip a rock 3 times 12, it will be 36,” Freddy added. “So all you have to do, is do it two more times and then you beat his record.”

  We both looked at each other and rolled our eyes while smiling.

  “That’s not how it works, Freddy. It has to be with the same rock.”

  “Oh,” Freddy said. “Then maybe you could get the rock from the bottom of the creek and use it again. You know, like recycling.”

  We couldn’t stop laughing. Freddy and his simple logic… sometimes we actually learned something from his way of thinking. It made more sense than some of the complicated matters adults come up with.

  “Sure, Freddy,” Tyrone finally said.

  After some fun skipping rocks, we got our fishing gear out. “Fishing is one of the most boring things in the universe,” Tyrone said.

  “I couldn’t agree with you more,” I said. “But I heard there is some good trout in this creek, so let’s just give it a try.”

  We split up. I stayed with the fishing rods and the other two went to fetch some wood for a camp fire. When they came back, I proudly presented a big trout I caught. They were impressed. I was happy to see they made themselves useful too.

  “Let’s get this fire going,” I said.

  It was great. We roasted fish and marshmallows and hotdogs. Freddy kept burning the marshmallows, even after we tried to show him how far away he should hold them from the fire.

  “Have you guys ever wished to perform some heroic deed?” Tyrone asked when we were just chilling at the fire.

  “What are you aiming at?” I asked.

  “Just… you know, do something that you’re proud of, something that means something to other people.”

  “Yes, I have,” I said after a little thinking. “I once had a dream that I rescued some girl. She was being attacked by endermen and guardians, but I came to snatch her away and put her to safety. And then I fought the enemies one by one. It was a pretty spectacular dream, to be honest.”

  “Ha! And who was the girl? Olivia? Katherine? Silvia?” Tyrone asked.

  “Oh, come on. Do I have to reveal to you who I think is the hottest girl in our class?”

  “Yes. Of course.”

  “I kind of like Silvia,” I admitted.

  “Oooooow!” the two boys shouted with a grin on their faces, teasing me a little. “Steve has a crush on Silvia!”

  “Shhh… I don’t have a crush,” I said.

  “Sure. It’s okay. Nobody can hear us here in the mountains.”

  “Well, what about you? I asked. Who do you like?”

  Tyrone blushed a little but then he told me. We were just having discussions boys have, about girls, about cool stuff, kids we hated, sports, etc. When we were full, especially with the delicious fish I caught, we went into the tent and slept all night. It was peaceful, with the sound of the flowing water in the creek and the rustling leaves on the trees.

  Entry 3: Strange Things

  The next day, we climbed some trees and prepared another meal. We all went swimming, despite the fact that the water was a little cold. And in the evening, we sat around another campfire.

  Then I saw something.

  “Hey, what’s that?” I asked.

  Tyrone and Freddy came to look. It looked like another pebble, but it was purple. I had never seen a purple pebble before. I picked it up and held it in front of me.

  “Weird,” Freddy admitted.

  “Perhaps it is an ender pearl,” Tyrone said. “I have heard of those. They’re always purple and shiny. They can be found in the mountains and they make you do strange things.”

  “Yeah, it looks like it,” I said. “It’s almost like it is magical or something. Here, let me rub off the dirt.”

  I started getting it smooth by rubbing it with my T-shirt. Something happened. I don’t know what. But before we knew it, we were at the campfire again. Everything looked the same.

  “Have you guys ever wished to perform some heroic deed?” Tyrone asked when we were just chilling at the fire.

  “Wait, what?” I asked.

  “Just… you know, do something that you’re proud of, something that means something to other people.”

  “Hold on… what did you say?”

  “Didn’t you hear me? It’s just that… I thought of how cool it would be to prevent some disaster, or to do something that would serve humanity.”

  “No. That’s what I mean,” I said. “I heard you, but it just doesn’t make any sense. You already said what you said.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “You’re the one who is not making any sense,” he said.

  I was confused. Didn’t he already ask the exact same thing yesterday? Why would he ask that question again? And why did it look like Freddy was burning the same marshmallow in the same way as the day before?

  “You asked me the same question yesterday,” I insisted. “Have you forgotten that?”

  “Okay, you’re starting to freak me out, Steve,” Tyrone said. “I didn’t even see you yesterday. So how could I have asked that question a day earlier?”

  “What? But we were here, at the campfire! You were asking me this and then I told you that I liked Silvia, and we talked about other things.”

  “You like Silvia?” Freddy asked. “Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

  Tyrone smirked. “Well, thanks for telling us that, but we really weren’t here yesterday. I think you’re going a little nuts.”

  Then I looked at the ender pearl. Did I just go back in time? Maybe the magical power of this strange pearl was to go back in time. But how would I know for sure? I thought and thought while Freddy and Tyrone were chatting away.

  Then I had it.

  “What’s today’s date?” I asked.

  “Huh? It’s the 23rd of course,” Tyrone said.

  There was my proof. I had gone back a day. When I rubbed the pearl, it shoved me back in time for a whole day. Our conversation changed. We didn’t talk so much about girls or sports anymore. I showed them the ender pearl I had found uhm… well the day after actually… and we tried to find out what it could do.

  “Guys,” I said in all seriousness, “This is a magical object.”

  They both looked.

  “Oh, I’ve heard of those. They’re ender pearls,” Tyrone said.

  “Yes, and it sent me back in time.”

  “It did what?” Tyrone asked.

  “It sent me back in… stop! That hotdog is going to fall into the fire!” I warned Freddy. But it was too late. The hotdog fell.

  “Hey, how did you know it would fall?” Freddy asked.

  “That’s what I have been trying to tell you. I went back in time.”

  “Oh yeah? Then what am I going to do now?” Tyrone asked.

  “Well, I don’t know everything that’s going to happen,” I explained. “But I rubbed the pearl and went back a day.”

  “That’s so cool,” Freddy admitted.

  “Hold on. Hold on. Let’s say you are right. What are we going to do with it?” Tyrone asked.

  “Let me figure that out later. I am open to suggestions, but let me just say that we have a very powerful pearl here, something we can use to change lives, including our own.”

  “Time travel…” Tyrone said while rubbing his chin.

  We talked
some more, including about some of the possibilities this newfound power could give us. However, we didn’t come up with a lot of ideas that were both ethical and useful. We were going to keep it and think of it later.

  Entry 4: The Danger

  The next day, the two boys went swimming and climbed some trees. I didn’t really feel like joining them, because I felt I had already done those activities the day before. So I just sat there and contemplated the influence this ender pearl would have on our lives.

  “We need to use this for something good,” I said while my friends were splashing water at each other.

  “But what?” Tyrone asked.

  “I don’t know. Prevent crime. Help those in need. Something like that.”

  “Nothing ever happens in this village anyway.”

  “I know. So maybe we should just hide it away until something does.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Tyrone said as he shrugged his shoulders.

  “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” I said.

  “Okay.”

  “Freddy?”

  “Tell what?” he asked.

  “Never mind.” I thought that if he didn’t know, then he probably wouldn’t tell anyone.

  I asked them to do something else, since watching them play in the water had become a little boring. We went to look for berries, so we just left the tent there with our gear, considering it safe enough for the moment.

  We took off and started searching. Tyrone said he had heard of blueberries being up here, but I was eager to find some raspberries. Those were my favorite. Freddy wasn’t clear about what he wanted. He put a pinecone in his mouth and even tried to eat a leaf. We both kind of laughed about his silly experiments. He said he wanted to prove that you could eat leafs, which he did, but it didn’t look like he was enjoying it, and that’s why we cracked up.