My Minecraft Story Day 1

(Just to be clear, I didn't write all of this in one day, I started posting this today.)

I woke up face-down in the dirt.

Not carpet. Not sand. Actual dirt. Like, worms-live-here level dirt. When I sat up, the first thing I noticed was the sky. Bright blue. No sun, just a square glowing thing slowly drifting across the sky like it was on a schedule.

And everything… everything was made of cubes.

I looked down at my body, maybe I was badly injured, and maybe I was bleeding to death. I almost fainted. Not because of rapid blood loss. My hands… They were… square? No, this couldn’t be possible. I had no fingers. I looked at my feet. At least, I would’ve if I had feet. It looked like my foot was cut off from my ankle. I was sure I was hallucinating. Was it possible I fell head first into the dirt? I stared at the dirt, gawking. Not because I was interested in dirt, only because it had grown a thin layer of grass. 

I stood up way too fast and nearly passed out. “Okay,” I muttered. “Okay, okay, this is fine. This is just a dream. Or a VR game. Or I hit my head really hard.” Could grass grow that fast? My stomach rumbled. I needed to find food. I observed my surroundings once more. Oh! There was a tree. Maybe there was an apple in it. I should’ve expected the tree to be abnormal. The leaves, the log, it was all an impeccable cube. 

I started walking—no, sprinting. I didn’t care where. There were no signs, no people, not even a plane in the sky. Just weird, blocky trees, sheep with dead eyes, and a chicken that kept staring at me like it knew something I didn’t. Wait. A chicken. I turned back and ran back towards the feathery animal. It squawked. I had secured food. So now what? I didn’t have a knife to kill it, or a fire to roast it. I stared at my hands once more. Was it possible…?

I steadied my arms and stared directly at the chicken. “Here goes nothing.” I said. SMACK! I punched the animal. It gave an outraged “SQUAWK!” and flapped away. I chased after it in a frenzy. Food. Food. I pounded the chicken again and again, falling over in my foolish effort to kill my only source of company. I was too tired, and I stopped my chase. The chicken was gone. 

I had to go somewhere, someplace where they could be people, or meat. Oh, I could remember the food from the outside world. Pizza, chicken, and burgers. How I longed for a slice of pizza I will never forget. For the next hour, I had many pathetic efforts for food. I tried climbing a hill. Didn’t work. It was like trying to scale a staircase made of Legos—sharp, square, and stupid. After being bullied by the sharp edges of dirt, I had already given up. So I did the natural thing anyone would have done. I yelled.

“HELLO?!” I shouted. “ANYONE? I—I don’t belong here! I need to go home!” I bellowed and screamed until my throat felt like being cut by a thousand knives. “HELP!”

Silence. Not even an echo. Just the occasional “baa” and “moo” from a sheep and cow who clearly didn’t care about my personal breakdown.

I kept running.

Then the sky changed. 

It happened slowly at first—the blue faded to orange, then red, then deep purple. I figured maybe night was normal. Maybe I’d sleep under a tree or whatever.

I didn’t know what came out at night. What horrors the world had prepared for me.

Not until I heard it: a low, gurgling moan behind me. “Grr…”

I turned around—and saw something crawling toward me. Not walking. Crawling. Green skin, dead eyes, arms out like it wanted a hug from the grave.

I ran. Screamed and ran like a toddler with a scraped knee. I had never seen anything like that before. But then I didn’t recognize anything from this world. Not even grass.

Then I saw more of them. Spiders the size of dogs. Skeletons with bows. The spiders advanced towards me, their malicious red eyes gleaming. The skeletons advanced, their arms outstretched, their bows aiming.

Then one of them shot me. Shot me. An actual arrow grazed my leg and I nearly tripped over a rock. I could feel warm blood dripping onto my legs with non-existent feet. I stumbled into a tree and smacked it by accident. 

CRACK.

A piece of the trunk popped into my hand like it was magnetized.

“What the—” I didn’t have time to even finish the thought. I just kept running, holding this chunk of tree like it was going to save my life. I might as well have knelt down on the ground and begged a tree god to save me. But I didn’t. I didn’t. 

I had no idea what it meant. But if punching a tree gave me something useful… maybe, just maybe, I had a chance.

If I survived the night.

With my new block in my clenched fist, I felt more driven to live. In a desperate act, I stopped. I held my ground. Now, you’re probably thinking I had just committed suicide, and that’s half right. An arrow flew directly at me, and this time, the skeleton’s aim was true. It pierced my thigh, and I keeled over, screaming in agony. Relentless, I threw my wooden cube in front of my enemies. Instead, I punched the skeleton with so much force that it seemed confused and dazed. I punched, and punched again, and in that moment I felt I won, until the fangs pierced into my back. I could feel that creature's warmth, its fangs beared, preparing for another lethal strike. I whipped round, punched that gigantic spider again, and ran again. 

This time, I couldn’t run far. The poison was seeping through my veins, and I could feel the puncture wound burning, torching off my skin. Just when I couldn’t sprint much longer, the sun came out. Now, it’s been like 15 minutes since the sun went down, but time was different in this world. As the gleaming cuboid sun emerged, I felt immense heat behind me. I turned around, expecting an arrow to plunge deep into my chest. Instead, my skeletal attacker was burning, burning until it was nothing more than black ash. As to where the arachnid went, I’m not so sure. I looked around, panting, expecting backup and more foes, but nothing was there. It looked tranquil, as if nothing had happened, and I staggered backwards onto the beach.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t thirsty. I tried to gulp down sea water. Then again, that wasn’t a sensible choice. But thankfully I couldn’t. I tried to shape my hands to scoop up the water, but it was impossible. At least that was one problem taken care of. Hydration. 

I looked up. The beach stretched out endlessly, the water an unbroken wall of blue cubes. For a second, I thought maybe I could swim to safety—find a city, a harbor, something. But the more I stared at the ocean, the more I realized it didn’t feel like an escape. It felt like a trap. I didn’t know if something worse was hiding under those perfect blue squares, waiting for me to take the first step in. A shiver ran down my spine, and not from the morning breeze.

The hunger came back, worse than before. My stomach twisted like it was trying to eat itself. If I didn’t find food soon, the monsters from last night wouldn’t need to kill me—I’d do the job for them. I scanned the shoreline. No apples, no berries, no washed-up fish. Just sand and more sand. My only option was to turn back toward the forest, back into the place where things with dead eyes lived. I clenched my fists and told myself the sun was on my side. I really needed to find shelter. 

“Cluck!” 

I whipped around. There he was, standing right in front of me, a chicken. Perhaps it was the one I had chased earlier. I tried to chase after it, but quickly stopped, as my empty stomach created an earthquake. Frustrated, I hit the chicken with my wooden cube. I lifted the piece of log high into the air, when I missed my strike. I placed down my block without meaning to. Finally, my thoughts cleared. I quickly ran towards the nearest oak, and broke the bottom part of it. At that moment. I thought the tree would collapse on top of me, and I knew it was a creative way to go, and I closed my eyes, hating me for my stupidity. I blinked. The tree was hovering in the air, with no roots or whatsoever. 

Excited, I swiftly hacked down 10 more trees. It’s amazing when you’re supposed to create a house before the sun goes down and arrows pierce your skull. I quickly placed down the blocks, creating walls, roofs, and no floors. Then I had finally managed to trap myself in a wooden cube, and away from those evil creatures. I was alone, trapped in darkness, yet I was proud of myself for surviving the second day of this insane world.