short stories:D

tell me whatcha think - they aren't fan fics or anyth but sum plots just might sound familiar...😗

It had been days since he had been left behind. The sun blazed high up in the azure sky, roasting every single being in the desert. There was nothing but a pristine, undulating blanket of sand as far as the eye could see. Not a single plant, not a single drop of water, not a single footprint.
His thirst had overpowered everything in him – his thoughts, his mind and his body. He stumbled along, searching desperately for water. He was not aware of the fact that he was talking to himself, but it did not really matter – all that really came out of his mouth was a string of unintelligible, incoherent words. Ha was nothing but a living corpse, driven by its unbearable thirst, stumbling across the sand. When the heat became too much for him to bear, he let his body fall onto the sand and lay there, letting his mind go blank and his body go limp.

After what seemed like an eternity, he turned his head towards his right, away from the glaring sun. The heat wave was distorting the sand dunes around him, making it seem as if they were moving in a non-existent wind. Then, in the far distance, something caught his eye.

Realisation dawned slowly in his eyes as his mind sluggishly registered what it was – a pool of water, smack in the middle of the nothingness of the desert!!

He ran his dry tongue over his parched lips, wincing at the raspy sound produced. Then, bracing himself, he dug his fingers into the fine sand and painstakingly dragged his body towards the water, towards salvation. The puddle seemed to move further away with every inch he moved, making his desire to feel it’s cool trickle down his hot throat heighten to a delirious pitch. His movements became even more frenzied as he neared the puddle.

Then, for a heart-stopping moment, the puddle disappeared from his view. The man stared at the spot with incredible disbelief. His eyes widened and his face blanched with utmost horror as reality struck him – it had been a mirage!!

Anger spread throughout his body like a cold liquid, numbing his senses. An uncontrollable scream of outrage tore out of him, piercing the heavy stupor of the desert atmosphere. He had been tricked!!! There had been no water, no salvation, nothing!! The realisation had wrung out every single drop of hop in him. He gave up and lay on the sand, defeated. There was nothing left for him to do anymore, nothing left for him. He slowly closed his eyes.

Two days later, the search party arrived. They had been searching for the man who had gotten left behind for more than a week, combing the desert land inch by inch. They had found him too late. He lay spread-eagled, baked from the heat of the sun, skin shrivelled from the combination o the heat and the lack of water.

“Severe dehydration.” sighed one of the rescue workers, shaking his head with regret.

Review: the flow of your words are beautiful, i can see it all clearly. since i didn't know who this man is, i just pictured drew fuller playing him...*giggles* although it's sad image. good work!

that was great!!!!

*bows* thank you!!😄😄 i prefer to keep some of my characters with no names😉
ive got a few more coming up soon...i'm kinda trying to get some published in a compilation so i need opinions....

here's one entitled Cats.

She crouched low, holding onto the wall for support, and tried her best to blend in with the night’s shadows. Her shirt was drenched with perspiration, and her clothes were slashed open in numerous places. Angry red gashes could be seen in these openings, and they were still fresh. The bite on the arm throbbed with pain. She tried to breathe as softly as she could, but she was pretty sure they could sniff her out with their acute sense of smell anyway.

They – the cats. She had been stuck with them in that nuclear plant for three whole, agonising days. The radiation from the plant had done something to them over the years – they had mutated, somehow. These cats were not like the adorable ones in her neighbourhood. They were vicious, with yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth. Most of their fur had dropped off then, making the girl shudder with repulsion whenever she saw them.

She knew that the cats would come for her sooner or later. There was an exit in the next room, leading out if the plant, out of the cats’ sanctuary. For some reason, they could not get out of the plant and stay alive – she figured it must have had something to do with the air.

She crawled her way to the door leading to that room, taking cover behind a desk. Then, she saw them. They prowled stealthily out from the shadows, like a pack of lionesses closing in on their prey. Their yellow eyes where gleaming menacingly, and their lips were pulled back in sneers, revealing their jagged teeth. She was trapped.

Her first instinct was to run away from the door. The sane, calm part of her told her that it would be of no use, that was what the cats where banking on. For that way, she would be back to square one – and the cats would have won once again. She was no match to these cats in terms of weapons – they had their claws and teeth, she, nothing. These cats had to be outwitted, they had to be taken by surprise. There was only one thing to do. She grit her teeth with grim determination and stood up slowly, deliberately, facing the door.

The cats stood at attention, muscles tense, backs arched, ready to drive her away from the door. Then, simultaneously, they charged. And the girl sprinted –right towards the cats.

The element of surprise was on her side –the cats staggered back, hesitating for just a few moments, giving her the opening she so desperately needed. She bolted for the door.

Some cats regained their senses and attacked her, tearing at every inch of the skin on her legs, mauling her ferociously. She kept going. The door to freedom was but a few meters away. She put on a final spurt of speed, shaking a cat off her arm. And with that final surge of energy, she flew all the way towards the door – and through it.

She was free!!! Exhilaration took over terror and determination, and she slumped heavily onto the floor with exhaustion. The cats were yowling and shrieking with indignation at their prey’s escape. The looked absolutely helpless from the other side if the door. They could not harm her in anyway anymore. She was free!!!!!

good but kinda wierd... but only the plot was wierd of course

i dunno where the plot came frm tho 😑 and it's cinsidered quite mild compared to some others ive written 😑

lol... you should post the others

I had been told the house was haunted, and a few people had confirmed it but me and my friends didn't care, we were going to get to the bottom of it. Literally the bottom, the large house, had two floors, and a basement, and an attic. We had been told that the floors and attic had been searched, but the basement was the worst, no one could stay down there, they were frightened our of their minds. A couple we had visited at the mental hospital had actually lived there for a few weeks, but went crazy. So me and my buds decided what the hell, lets go what's going down at this crazy house.

"So, Wes," my closest friend Zack said, "What do you think?"
I stopped, we had walked down winding dirt road, and now we confronted with the monstrous house.
"Well," I grinned, looked the house over, and turned back to face all my friends, "I think we should all just stay together, and get to the basement and check out whats down there, no need to linger about. Besides," I looked back at Zack, his half-eyed gaze, he was waiting for something sarcastic to come out of my mouth, "If we die, we'll be in good company."
That seemed to lighten the mood. Zack stayed beside me as we marched up the six steps to the porch. There were two windows on each side of the rather small door, when compared to the rest of the house. My friend Don ran up to my other side, "Sorry, guys, I had to convince my girlfriend that I wasn't really going to a strip club."
"Its alright man," we shook hands, "Glad you could make it though."
"Here we go," I reached for doorknob, and turned back to check our numbers.
Zack was on my right, Don on my left, Jason, Ben and CJ all cousins, were directly behind me. The door creaked open, as I stepped in, the moldy dusty smell nearly overwhelmed me, but it was tolerable after a few seconds, I stepped into the large "greeting room", as I was told it had been called. The house was huge, but not really a mansion.
"Booo, he, he he hahahaha," Don howled, trying to be scary, and funny at the same time, it worked, the rest of us cracked a small laugh. It was getting dark, I pulled my small, yet powerful flashlight out. I flicked it on and turned to the right, Zack was already inspecting the floor.
"Whatcha got over there, Z?"
"Well, I noticed this hole," he was shining his flashlight down into small hole in the floor, "And if we could see the basement from here, I thought it would help, give us a sneak peek, you know?"
I had noticed Don turning to the doorway on the left, and heard him as he said "Guys, come look at this!"
His voice echoed through empty house, and the rest hurried over. He was shining his light into an upper corner.
"Watch," He whispered, he moved the light away, and form appeared to fill up the corner, the rest of our lights gave enough light, but it wasn't direct. Then he moved his beam back toward the corner, and there was nothing there.
"That's strange," but it wasn't anything to get my nerves going. I stepped closer to the window, looking up at the corner, "Turn your lights off."
Everyone did so, wanting to see what I had up my sleeve, I pulled a ball of string out of one of my cargo pockets. From dimming light outside everyone could still see what I was doing. I tossed up at the darkened form in the corner. I timed it so that as the ball hit the corner I would shine my light there. I timed it very well, as the ball hit the wall, I shined my light at it. The ball appeared to stick in the corner of the walls and ceiling.
"And that is even more strange," I said.

Good job! 🙂

that's good!!!
and ok i'll post the rest - but ive gotta think abt the one i called "Pain" tho that was reaallyy disturbing😑 i must hv sumth wrong wif me to be capable of somin up with those kinda plot 😑

Oh goody... 😛

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oook...here's another one...i dun quite think i did a gd job on it tho...in fact i think this one kinda sucks - prob one of the worse ones ive written....so here goes...

The train was hurtling along at full speed. Chaos had erupted within its carriages. I stood at the entrance of the first carriage in silence.

“What do you mean, the brakes have been disconnected? What have you done? Are you trying to get us all killed?!” a man roared at me. I hung my head. It was no use explaining to them that the brakes had nothing to do with me. I did not know who had done it either. It was a mystery. However, something had to be done – there were at least a hundred civilians on board, and as the head, their lives were all in my hands!! I pondered, wrecking my brain for an answer. I came up with nothing.

Slowly, I looked up, catching Claire’s gaze. She knew what had to be done. Her eyes widened slowly, with horror, as she realised what I was thinking of.

“No you can’t!! There must be another way!! It’s too dangerous – we’re going too fast!!!” she protested wildly. I held her gaze resolutely. Nothing was going to change my mind – a hundred lives were at stake!! Finally, she gave in.

“Climb up the last carriage. The lid is on the roof. You’ll have to cut the red and yellow cables with pliers” she said quietly, handing me a pair of heavyweight pliers. I took them silently and started walking away. “Please – be careful!!” she called out after me, a note of urgency in her voice.

At the last carriage, I opened the door leading to the end of the train. The sight of the scenery flying by took me by surprise, and for a moment, my determination faltered. I knew I had to go on with it, however. A hundred lives where at stake – including children’s lives!!!

I gripped the wall of the carriage, pliers jammed in my mouth, and hung on for a moment, plucking up every drop of courage I had. Then, I started the endless climb upwards.

The wind was gushing about my ears, making an almost eerie howling noise. It took a tremendous amount of effort to move against it.

Just as I was about to reach the second ring from the top, I slipped.

For one agonising moment, I was sure death was inevitable. My heart pounded within my chest, and I let out a cry of despair. Mo, I could NOT die!!!!

Then, due to pure reflex, I reached out for something to grab on to. My right hand hooked onto a rung lower down the ladder. Thank goodness!! I hung there, filled with relief and immense gratitude, while the trees and plants flew by and the wind tore at my shirt and hair. After I had regained my composure, I resumed my climb.

At the last rung, I used every bit of strength I had and pulled myself over the edge. I slithered along the roof to the lid, slowly, deliberately. I was definitely not keen on taking a wrong step or losing my footing! For at this point of time, the train was crossing a particularly long bridge – stretched across a torrential river!

At long last, I reached the lid. I wrenched it open, cut the wires with all my might, and immediately clung on for dear life. The train let out a deafening screech and came to an abrupt stop, its wheels smoking slightly from the huge amount of friction. I was thrown forward at the impact, but my firm hold ensured my safety.

I took a moment to catch my breath. From inside the train, I could hear screams of joy and absolute relief erupting at an alarming volume. The full realisation of what I had done hit me. My face lit up in a huge smile. I stood up of the roof and let out an ear-piercing scream of triumph – I HAD SUCCEEDED!!!!

heck its not that bad! i've definitely read worse, but it gives what could be a boring scene plenty of action! which is a definitely plus!

😄 thank you!!

good stories bloomi 😄 ....*sigh* you'll never read that comment, will you 🙁

i did😍
i realise ive been neglecting this thread!!!
*mental note* - put up a new story by tonight"

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