Short Stories

You can write your short stories here, if you want. It saves space.

I've done some things I'm not proud of. I've scarred my friends, betrayed my companions, and wounded my pals. But all that was about to change. Someone had given me a chance to restore the respect I once had. Krator, the Demon of Space, has destroyed my village and taken everyone, including my former friends, and made them build his new empire. Krator sits on his throne behind the doors I stare into.

I've been through a perilous journey. I had to face an infinite headed dragon, the Demon of The Un-dead, and the Gaurdian of the Bloody Gate to get here. I even had to cross the field of death, which I barely survived through. I don't know if I can take Krator, but I must try. I have no weapons, but Master has taught me mixed martial arts. Master put me through so much...

I kicked the doors open. Krator sat on his throne with his staff. I then thought that this was a bad idea. It was too late to run, the battle had begun.

In mere seconds it was over. I couldn't recall what at happened, it had happened so fast. It was really a seven minute long battle, but it felt like as soon as Krator shot a ball of phychic energy, it had ended.

I stood with one foot resting on Krator's stomach. I had done it. It seemed as the world cheered my name. It sooned stopped, for I noticed...This wasn't Krator. I pulled off the red mask...and stared into the face of my dead brother.

Omg UG! Awesome story!

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Jeez, I wrote this story two years ago. Almost forgot about it. I remember writing it in my Algebra 1 class one day, now. Haha.