Mathias, The Reader

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A Short Story by Mathias on 1/17/2019 10:21:49 PM

I don't plan on turning it into a storygame. I also don't plan on making it incredibly long. Might get to 10 pages, at the most. The story is mostly just to get me back into story writing, and improve the quality of all of my writing, which is mainly D&D stuff. Linked stories set in this world is something that I might do, though. I'll post the second part, and an edited version of this intro, sometime soon. 

A Short Story by Mathias on 1/17/2019 6:41:25 PM

Hey all. I'm sure some of you remember me. I've recentley gotten back into story writing, and I'd like some constructive critism on this short piece that I've written. The story is a small section of what will eventually be a larger text. Names were made up on the spot, though the characters are not. 

The wheels of a small cart squeaked as it hit a rock, sitting in the middle of a desolate dirt road, surrounded by forest.

    “Watch it” A man’s deep voice shouted. “Don’t want to lose this barrel.” He patted a large wooden barrel sitting next to him. “We’d be lost without it.”


There were 5 sitting in the cart. They were currently traveling to the capital city of this land, Crowmeadow. It had recently been overtaken by the undead horde that’s been plaguing this land for the past four months. Inside the barrel was a highly explosive substance, made mostly of oil, with a few surprises mixed in. The man who had spoken was a tall, dark-skinned, muscular man who is the party’s demolition expert.

“I’m sure we’d be fine without you and your bombs.” Teased a woman from the front of thecart. She flicked her dark hair back to look at the man, before turning her attention back to the road.

“Yeah, right.” The man spoke back, still latching on to the barrel.

“Pass me a bottle.” Demanded a short man, more than likely a dwarf. His face was covered with a chain helm. He laid down on the side of the cart, waiting for his drink.

“Haven't you had enough, Karn?” Replied the demolition expert.

“You can never have too much, Al!” Cried out Karn.

Al sighed, and passed the dwarf a bottle. It was empty before anyone could tell him to slow down.

“I’m going to have to agree with Al here.” Said a man’s voice. The man was laid in the middle of the cart, opposite of Karn. He was currently twirling a dagger on his fingers. “You’ve nearly exhausted our supply, and we’ve only been on the road an hour.”

“Oh, shut it, Burg! There’ll be plenty in town when we get there.”

“Can you all please quiet down? I’m trying to get some shut-eye.” Said a deep, scratchy voice. It came from a green-skinned man, an orc. He had two short, twisted tusks protruding from his jaw, and sharp teeth within.

“No way you’ll be able to sleep with Raz’s driving!” Countered Karn.

“Watch it! I’m the only thing keeping you from tumbling into a ditch.” 

“You’re doing a terrible job of it.” 

Raz sighed, and continued down the empty forested road.

A Valentine's Day Thread on 2/14/2018 5:01:53 PM

Feels good to be back for a couple of hours before disappearing again.

A Valentine's Day Thread on 2/14/2018 4:45:26 PM

I'm sad and alone, as you would expect.

Sanitarium! (Collaborative CYOA) on 12/23/2017 5:09:35 PM

I'd say B.

Writing Prompts Week 24 on 12/19/2017 7:44:10 AM

Prompt #1

The Omega Union. Robots gone haywire, killing all biological life in site. At least, that’s what the government says about them, and who wouldn't’t believe it with colonies constantly under attack, military outposts destroyed, ambushed ships.


The Human Race. Killing anything except themselves. At least, that’s what everyone thinks of them, and who wouldn’t think that with resource transports getting captured, the bombing of cities, the relentless attacks.


The Omega Union. Constantly Cowering in fear. Running for their lives. Not knowing if they’ll make. If they’ll escape, before the bomb, if the children will get a chance at life.


The Human Race. Hiding from the killing machines. The ones that “Have come to harvest the scrap, to kill.” Constantly being fed propaganda, unneeded deaths.


I think this is the final version. If I'm needed to explain more, please ask.

Sanitarium! (Collaborative CYOA) on 12/19/2017 6:55:33 AM

C. Like Steve said, if they don't believe us, worst thing that could happen is getting raped anyway.

Sanitarium! (Collaborative CYOA) on 12/18/2017 5:16:35 PM

A. I think the pen could, somehow, end up helping in the end and that taking it is worth the risk.

Possible mobile app for this site on 10/8/2017 9:40:38 AM

Oh, that's a thing. Yeah, no difference then.

Possible mobile app for this site on 10/8/2017 8:11:27 AM

There's the thing where you can't post, but that's not a huge deal.