Short stories

by SkyBolt_Night

Rating: teen
Tags: Random
Length: 572

These are short stories

These short stories are for your entertainment and to help me get ideas for future stories.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-16 00:34:56 UTC

Short Story 1

It's the middle of the night, I am being hunted by Timburwolves. Timburwolves are giant wolves made of plants and trees. I was originally here on an expedition when IT happened. It was a giant being, made out of a type of black mist, its glowing white eyes lit up the path as it looked down upon me and me crew. Then, it swung at us, destroyed my transportation and threw some of my colleagues into the distance, all I could do was stand there in fear while my companions were either killed or trapped. Then the being lowered down and looked at me, as if inspecting me, then there was a slight chuckle from it. It then said to me,"Run, that is, if you want to live, SkyBolt." Then the Timburwolves came out of its black misty body.

Short Story 2

I am counting. Counting, counting, counting, until it has gone. I just think, when am I going to get out of this accursed place. I was put in jail for attempted suicide. I don't know why that is a thing to be put in jail for. They have me under maximum security. They don't want me to commit suicide. I ask them why I'm here for I don't think I really attempted suicide, but they tell me,"You were put in jail for attempted suicide." I think to myself now. "What? That's crazy, you can't be put in jail for attempted suicide, I'm not even depressed. I am only let out of my cell 2 times a day. One time to eat. The other time to smash rocks out in the field. 790. The guards seem to whisper to me that this isn't why I'm here, or that this isn't real. I ponder and question on this when all of a sudden, the world collapses around me. There right in front of me is my cousin, Dizmal, and my girlfriend Sara. I ask them what's going on and they tell me that this was a simulation to see my sanity. I freak out and then a guard comes up and knocks me out. 658. I am counting.

Short Story 3

I see the little fillies play on my yard, I don't mind. I enjoy a little company every now and then. Sometimes this little one, SkyBolt, I believe was his name. I still remember him for he had a red and yellow mane, and these big blue curious eyes. He would come up to me and ask me if I knew any stories. I would always tell him a story, and I got used to seeing him 3 times a week. Now, he has gotten older, but he still asks me if I know anymore stories. I always chuckle, the lad is so curious, I tell ya. I once told him about my mom. She was a wonderful mother. Even though we were short on bits, we lasted. Now, SkyBolt sits across from me as I tell him this story.

Short Story 4

I have a very weak heart, sometimes, I can't even make it through the day without feeling the sorrow. It just keeps getting to me everyday, hardening the shell around my heart. I try to remember the good days, but those are long gone now. So I just now sit up on a hill, and think, will it ever end?