Hello Craftlings, and welcome back to the Minecraft Short
Stories Podcast. In this episode today we have a
listener story by Sam. It is called The Skeleton's
Revenge and I actually really like the story.
I edited it a little bit, but I know you guys would really love
it too. If you two would also like to
submit a short story, go to the Submit a short story page on
minecraftshortstories.com. There's a link inside the
description. While you're down there, go to
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way collab. I will do that at 1000
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subscribe button. Anyways, let's get around to the
story. Just want to apologize
beforehand that there is some construction inside the
background, so if you hear any of that, that's what that is.
But the skeletons revenge this story is by Sam Dusk Fell as a
player leaned over the crafting table, squinting with focus.
He placed the last piece of iron in the top middle slot and the
materials fused together into a fresh iron sword, which he
picked up with great care. After mining the table, he pat
his pockets, making sure they were still full, and the sat out
into the night in search of a safe place to stay.
This player's name was Tom, and he wasn't much for fighting.
He was mostly for safety and tried to make things as safe and
as protected as possible when he could.
By now the sun was sinking well below the horizon and a dark,
misty Hayes was settling. Tom was trembling and
perspiration grew on his forehead with every step to the
clunky iron boots on his feet. Groans and hisses began to
appear in the small oak wood around him.
Beyond that wood was a plain spy, him which you desperately
wanted to get to so that he had open ground, which would make it
easier to run. Bam.
Something smacked him from behind.
He spun around on full alert and saw a dead eye staring straight
back at him. It was a zombie, Foamy drool
spilt from its mouth and it was displaying rotted bones all
over. He swung this newly crafted iron
sword, aimlessly striking the zombies true in the chest,
reducing it to a cloud of smoke which twirled off the ground in
this small spiral. Tom rubbed his back gingerly
where the zombie had struck. It hurt pretty bad, where, at
the end, Tom was focused on something else entirely.
A crowd of mobs emerged from a gap in the trees, cornering him
by a large trunk. Zombies groaned, spider cyst,
Enderman shrieked, and Skeltons made their usual click, clack
bones smacking against each other.
Tom backed up against the trunk, said the Enderman couldn't help
or behind him, and then notched an arrow on his enchanted bow.
He had gone the bow from a villager for 20 emeralds back
when he had lived in a village. He let a few ears fly, killing a
few. Zombies are leading the pack.
Sadly, he also hit a wolf whose eyes turned red and began to
charge. He pulled out a few bones and
threw one into the woods, which instructed the wolf for the time
being. Then he went back to shooting
arrows. After killing a few Spires and
skeletons, he had to reach back into his pack to get more.
He quickly felt the tip of 1 and pulled it out.
He didn't realize that was one of the slowness arrows he had
collected from a pack of strays to attack him at Snowy Village.
A grin spread across his face as he shot arrow after arrow,
harming and slowing the mobster curl at the same time.
Once they got closer, his grin faded and he pulled out his new
iron sword. Swinging as hard as he could.
He charged into the crowd and began killing mob after mob to
all he could see was smoke. Tom leaned against the tree and
began to chug down a healing potion when an arrow flew by his
face and planted itself into the bark of the tree next to him.
He sighed and pulled out his bow once more, sending an arrow
flying into the mist here to satisfying Thunk, and finally
the mist cleared. A single skeleton appeared about
10 blocks in front of him, with the air he had just shot lodged
in skull. Before it could land another
shot, Anger skeleton fled into the woods.
That was all, Tom thought. After that, the sun rose in the
sky and he set to work on building a small safe house in a
cave. By the time he was finished
furnishing it and building a small safety bunker, it was
night. He stayed in this house almost
the whole night, but in the last hour a zombie broke the weak oak
door that was his only protection from the woods.
After killing the zombie, he got ready to set up a new door.
Just then, the skin, just then, the same skeleton he had shot in
the head entered his house. It startled him to see it again,
even though he knew he can make quick work of it.
Right before he slashed his sword, he froze.
He could see a certain fury in its eyes they had never seen
before on any other skeleton. It worried him.
He backed up and notched an arrow.
Instead of going around to melee right when he shot the arrow,
the skeleton shot 1-2 spectacularly, making the two
arrows collide and then drop to the ground.
Before he could even notch one arrow, three of them came flying
his way. He held up his full durability
shield, but the ears flew so fast that the shield shattered
in his hands. In the sculpted shot, all of the
torches that Tom had placed set The room then went dark.
Tom fumbled for a sword and then charged to the skeleton.
Another error came flying him in the leg before Calanda hit.
He cried out in pain and retreated to the far wall where
he felt for the bun to his bunker.
His hand quickly rested on the wooden bun and he pushed it
down, revealing a secret piston door in the wall, which he
charged into right before it shut.
Tom thought of the plan. Reaching to his pocket, he
pulled out a healing potion. All he had to do was make it a
splash potion right before we reopen the piston door.
It opened on its own, revealing the skeleton with his hand on
the button. Skeletons can't press buttons,
he yelled out loud, but he didn't have time to think about
that. At that moment he charged the
skeleton once more, but at the last moment he dropped the floor
and slid between its legs. Then he ran towards his chest,
dodged an arrow, and opened it. After grummaging around for a
bit, he eventually uncovered 5 blades spider and two gunpowder.
An arrow struck the chest between his legs and he sprinted
to his brewing stand. After putting in the blaze
powder and gunpowder, he placed a healing potion on stand.
Right before an arrow would have struck him in the back, he spun
around and deflected with his iron sword.
The durability was lowered by a lot.
He dodged and rolled around the room, glancing at the brewing
stand when he got the chance. Finally, the splash potion was
done. He worked his way over to it.
He snatched it from its place and then turned to face the
deadly skeleton. An arrow flew towards him.
He watched as it got closer and closer and closer and then Tom
jumped. He jumped so high that he almost
hit the ceiling of The Cave. The air passed under him and he
pulled his arm back. Then he rocketed the splash
potion he peeling from his hand and it sailed towards the
skeleton. He tried the sidestep, but the
potion was sailing like an arrow.
It hits target directly and the skeleton sank towards the floor.
Tom dropped to the ground and sprinted towards the dangerous
mob. His legs found on the wooden
planks that he had placed, pulled out his sword and then
bam, the only thing left in the house was Tom and his small
cloud of smoke which twirled off the ground in the small spiral
The end. Thanks Sam for submitting your
story and thanks to every other listener who has submitted their
story. If you two would also like to do
that, like I said, just go to the website link inside the
description or go to minecraftshortstories.com, which
I guess is the website, but if you want to type it in manually,
it's Minecraft shortstories.com, all lower case, no spaces, and
then go to submit a story page. There's other stuff on the
website too. For example, there's an about me
page, there's the latest news for the podcast.
You can also sign up for the bonus e-mail on the podcast, but
I will see you guys next week.