Herobrine Encounter by A-Neutral-Death, literature
Literature
Herobrine Encounter
The year was 2080; life had change dramatically from when my great, great, great, great, great grand mother was alive. She was an author and wrote stories about how she felt and zombies. Well I can tell you the zombies never happened, the war sort of happened…but it wasn't America's fault….she really hated America for some odd reason. Any ways there was a story she wrote about a character from a game she use to play called minecraft. I'm amazed that she use to play it…and that its still around, but I was reading the story and I saw that this character couldn't be killed at all…no matter how hard the player tried. G
I heard of this lady, who was apparently old as time its self but she had no wrinkles. Her hair was a mixture of rich gold, browns and greens. Her hair was always done in a braid with many different flowers sticking out of it. Her eyes where amazing apparently. The iris had gray on the top and bottom and green and blue in the middle, just like how the earth looks. Hey skin was pale but as soft as moss. Her lips where as red as the brightest rose in the world.
She always seemed to wear something that suited the season, but it was always a dress. In summer it was a long, bright, strapless dress. The top was the colour of mountains with a river
Herobrine Encounter by A-Neutral-Death, literature
Literature
Herobrine Encounter
The year was 2080; life had change dramatically from when my great, great, great, great, great grand mother was alive. She was an author and wrote stories about how she felt and zombies. Well I can tell you the zombies never happened, the war sort of happened…but it wasn't America's fault….she really hated America for some odd reason. Any ways there was a story she wrote about a character from a game she use to play called minecraft. I'm amazed that she use to play it…and that its still around, but I was reading the story and I saw that this character couldn't be killed at all…no matter how hard the player tried. G
I heard of this lady, who was apparently old as time its self but she had no wrinkles. Her hair was a mixture of rich gold, browns and greens. Her hair was always done in a braid with many different flowers sticking out of it. Her eyes where amazing apparently. The iris had gray on the top and bottom and green and blue in the middle, just like how the earth looks. Hey skin was pale but as soft as moss. Her lips where as red as the brightest rose in the world.
She always seemed to wear something that suited the season, but it was always a dress. In summer it was a long, bright, strapless dress. The top was the colour of mountains with a river