Sidekick Posted June 9, 2006 Share Posted June 9, 2006 This topic is based on some Horror-included stories. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Shade. When I was hunting the plain goblins that we're looking for weaker prey, I had the sudden urge to burray' their bones, in a methaphoric way for being the uber king. Hours have gone into goblin flesh and blood, and their bones. I slowly appreached to an another set of bones, which we're slightly bigger and heavier then the other ones, I was about to burry them until a sissing noise drawed my attention, a cold wind grazed over my appearence, when a ghoul sprited itself from the rocks.. A darkish hooded ghost stand beside me, its glancing red eyes started into mine eyes, I could sense anger from its 'face'. Encountered in a mining place, the regular miners stared at the bulky black ghost which began to grow, a yellowish light came from my feet, as it attacked me. And the last words I heard was: 'Leave this place, Mortal!!' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I will make more, I promise. But I need some inspiration. >:l Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sidekick Posted June 9, 2006 Author Share Posted June 9, 2006 Tree Spirits. The sun looked depressed, the local woodcutters have knewn a better day then this one, after chopping into the same tree isn't that fun for the woodcutters either, neither does the tree self. A woodcutter blasted a blow of its Rune Axe into the bark, and another one, and another one, and another one, and yes.. Another one, the whole day long. Until a woodcutter hit it into a branch, the branch fell of and hitted the ground, nobody payed attention untill an small platform earthquake came, the woodcutters hooked theirself onto a woodenfence, untill the earthquake stopped a minute later.. Then, just after the earthquake stopped, another one came, the woodcutters didn't had time to run to the fence, a hard growling noise got there attention. A hard yell stopped when a TREE pulled its roots out the ground, and it pulled another one out, and another one, untill all 9 roots we're out, a bulky tree stepped beside the woodcutters. with no facial expression it just standed there, the woodcutters we're paralized by the act of the tree. Seconds flew by, untill the Tree changed its barkholes into.. a face, and a face that was looking pretty nasty. As it uses his branches as hands, and its crunchy leaves as blades, he chopped into the woodcutters, people try to run away but got grabbed by the roots, getting dragged into the hole we're the roots came out, and never would return again. As the tree was chopping into the flesh of a woodcutter, again, and again, and again, and again.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sidekick Posted June 9, 2006 Author Share Posted June 9, 2006 Zombies. It was a saturday morning, the Saradomin priests go off the the cemetary as ussual to pray for the death beyond.. They collected bones, many bones in all sizes and colours. The priests silently prayed while the others we're collecting bones to sacrifice. After the ceremony they always bury the bones, they'd better shoudn't have done that though. After atleast 50 bones the gravestones began to rumble and started to brokleoff a bit, the priests panicked, started to pray for their God called Saradomin to let it stop. Pale arms began to rise out the mud, trying to dig themself out their grave. Trying to get out and to feed theirselfs with flesh, Zombies began to rise everywhere, they just jumped out the ground out of nowhere, hunting on priests who try'd to run. Some priests began to pray one more time, but the only answer they've got was: 'Brainsssssssssss...' and their skulls got impaled with outerhuman strenght. And all that was left we're opened graves, dead people, and the revenge of Zamorak.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dragoncmd Posted June 12, 2006 Share Posted June 12, 2006 I like these short stories, perhaps a few with good endings might be nice though? Pm me if you need anything proof-read, I may not be very good, but I am always willing to help.A Seal Clubber is me!A Oxygenarin is me!6*9=42 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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