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Diary of a Chicken Jockey, Book 1: Lost

 

Diary of Chicken Jockey, Book 1: Lost

Copyright 2015 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Smashwords

 

 

 

 

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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

About the Author

Other Books from the Author

 

 

 

 

Day 1

[
**]One day I just spawned. There was a chicken right near where my birth happened so instead of becoming a zombie, I became a Chicken Jockey.

Sometimes, when I take a look at my mom and dad, I wish I was zombie too. On the other hand, zombies are way too slow and have to do all the walking by themselves.

When I see zombies walking extremely slow I remember how thankful I am for having a companion to speed me up. And what is that thing they do with their arms when walking around and stalking humans? Why on block do they need to raise their arms like that?

Unlike my parents and other zombies, who are always in chase for an opportunity to scare humans, I am not extremely fond of doing so – and I enjoy my routines although I am different.

So, instead of chasing humans and scaring them off, growling at them and other stuff zombies do, I will rather ride my chicken through the woods and have fun while doing so. Doesn’t that sound a lot better than “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggghhh”?

For me it does. The only downfall is that I have never met someone like myself. I have never met another chicken jockey. I watch new zombies spawn almost every day but none of them have had luck of spawning near a chicken.

So, I am alone…At least I would be if it wasn’t for my chicken. But, he is not extremely fond of talking (and I am), so things can get a bit boring around here.

Day 2

[
**]To make the unbearable boredom easier, I ask my mom and dad often if I can go for a little dose of sightseeing through the woods.

Dad is always happy I am as active as I am and he always says:

“Way to go, son! You are a true explorer, just like your dad!”

He is not much of an explorer, but I like my dad so I let him believe he is. The truth is that he had never gone further than where we live, which is the bushes by the edge of the woods.

I like our home as we have a great view on the beach, although my mom and dad can’t take me there or else they will burn up in flames. That is not even close to fun, although every sentence containing the word “flames” sounds like a lot of fun to me.

My mom, on the other hand, is never happy after she hears my question:

“May I go for a ride through the woods?”

She always come up with the worst case scenario and says:

“Maybe you are better off staying home, sweet bone, or else you might get slain, lost, kidnapped, hurt, burnt…”

That is when my dad stops her and tries to calm her down.

“Come on, Zoe! Let the kid has his fun! He is probably bored.”

I am bored. Extremely bored. Chicken seems bored too.

Day 3

[
**]You might say that I have a lack of imagination when you hear the name of my chicken pet.

You want to know what his name is?

It’s Chicken. Yes. I gave my chicken the name Chicken. I thought it would be funny and I still think it is. But whenever someone (some zombies) asks me for Chicken’s name and I say it, they just continue staring at me. They usually go with saying something like:

“Yes, I know it’s a chicken, but what is its name?”

And I say:

“Chicken.”

“Yes, chicken…and you are a Chicken Jockey, but he must have a name…Right?”

“Yes, Chicken. That’s his name.”

That is where they usually give up. Some of them would growl at me – giving up thinking I am refusing to tell them my pet’s name:

“I was just asking for his name…I wasn’t trying to eat him or anything.”

I KNOW! That is why I keep telling you that his name is Chicken! He is a chicken named Chicken! He doesn’t mind!

Maybe he does…I am not sure as he can’t actually talk.

“Hey, Chicken…Let’s do this thing: if you hate your name blink once and if you like it blink twice. All right?”

Chicken blinked three times. What does that mean?

Day 4

[
**]Despite of my mom’s worries and horrifying predictions, I set off with Chicken to see what we can find around the woods.

Whoa! We are really fast. But we stopped when Chicken decided he wants to have a chat with a couple of chicken we run into. I wonder what they are talking about. All I can hear is endless clucking.

Maybe they are discussing about Chicken’s name. It doesn’t matter now as I can’t just change it. We can’t go around changing names, right? How will anyone remember us then?

As the chicken were clucking and waving their useless wings around, I was thinking about how great it would be if Chicken could fly. But he can’t. It didn’t matter because he was a very good runner and we were able to go very fast through the woods.

When Chicken finished catching up with his friends, we were finally able to move on with our little sightseeing.

Sightseeing didn’t matter much to me as I’ve already seen everything that was around – and the only thing that you could see around these parts were trees. Endless rows of trees. Trees and more tress. And occasionally a cow or two.

Today was the first time after long that we met chickens. And I think that is why Chicken was as excited as he was. After a while riding, Chicken suddenly became upset.

“What is wrong Chicken? Are there humans around?”

Chicken couldn’t answer me, but I could tell that there weren’t humans around – that is because they are pretty noisy and every time I see them they are usually involved in some chopping, digging and doing other extremely noisy stuff.

And later they would nag about how everyone around the woods is always ready to attack them! How can they not be attacked when every zombie I know wants to explain to them how the noise they are making is exceptionally annoying?

They don’t hear us making noise.

Chicken was still upset and I want to know what’s upsetting him.

It was a spider that made Chicken upset. And it wasn’t that little cave spider, although they are pretty nasty as they are very poisonous – it was a massive spider!

I think he was at least twice our size. I wonder what he wants from us.

“Hey….Hey, there big spider!”

He started to approach and I regretted calling the spider as I didn’t actually feel comfortable being that close to a spider so Chicken and I started backing up.

“Good spider…Itsy bitsy spider…”

I think that itsy bitsy part made him angrier because he started chasing us.

As Chicken and I were running, I mean, as Chicken was doing all the work by running and I was taking a wild ride on his back, the spider was following us. What if he eats us?

Gulp!

We don’t want that!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Day 5

[
**]The last thing I remember is that Chicken and I fell into some kind of hole. The good thing was that the spider had lost us and that we weren’t eaten and the bad thing was that I didn’t know where we were.

We could be anywhere! It was dark and I am not even sure if this is the day 4 in my diary or day 5 as I guess it is.

What I am sure of is that my mom will go crazy because I didn’t come back home. She will start with one of her crazy theories about how I got eaten or lost….Wait…Now that I think about it, she was kind of right – the spider almost ate me (did spiders eat chicken jockeys) and I am lost, so she was kind of right…I wish she wasn’t right. How the block are we going to get back home?

We weren’t alone in the hole.

“Who’s there?”, I asked hoping I will get at least a warning before we got attacked.

Lucky for us, it was a rabbit that we have as company in the hole we fell in. Now that I think about it, it is kind of logical that it is the rabbit we would stumble upon in a hole – probably a rabbit hole.

“Sorry, little rabbit…We didn’t mean to interrupt you. You just go on doing whatever rabbits usually do.”

The rabbit didn’t say anything, which is again logical. Even if he did say something I don’t think I would understand him.

We somehow managed to get out of the hole, but we still didn’t know where we are. My first thought was that it would be for the best if we head out towards the beach.

The only problem was that I didn’t know where the shore was.

We are so lost. Gulp!

Day 6

[
**]This is the first morning since we are lost and what we are doing now is trying to find our way home. We are pretty fast as Chicken is a great runner and I have to mention that again – so, if we get in some sort of trouble, I am positive that we could run away and save ourselves from ending up in one of my mom’s scenarios.

As Chicken and I were trying to find our way to the beach as we could easily find our way home if we walk along the shore, I heard a noise coming from the bushes.

I told myself that I should better mind my own business and just move along, but my curiosity was far stronger than my common sense – I had a good excuse for that as I could still be considered a young mob and young mobs are curious as we all know.

So, with taking my curiosity as an excuse, I made Chicken approach the bushes and there we saw a bunny.

This time, the bunny we met wasn’t just a fluffy innocent creature that minds his own business in his hole in the ground – it was a strange bunny with white fur and red eyes.

My dad told me about this sort of bunnies – they are called the Killer Bunnies, but I thought he was just trying to scare me.

He was looking at us and we were looking at him. I was just waiting for the moment he will jump on us and attack. He didn’t do that. I was glad he didn’t do that. If any of the stories my dad told me were true, this white bunny was possibly the fastest creature in the whole World of Blocks and there was no way Chicken could outrun him – and that was basically the only plan we had for bailing out of dangerous situations.

Plan B, Plan B, Plan B…No sign of Plan B.

We are through if he decides we are a threat.

What I was surprised with and relieved (extremely relieved with) was the fact that I heard mutual squeaking and clucking coming from Chicken and the Killer Bunny.

The Killer Bunny was squeaking. Chicken was clucking back and it seemed that they were really hitting off. I didn’t understand what they were talking about, but I was still glad that we didn’t get attacked thanks to Chicken’s negotiation skills. He was a quite stunner when it came to communicating.

The Killer Bunny then squeaked a couple of times more followed with a couple of clucks Chicken made as a reply and went away running.

He was the fastest creature I have ever seen! Whoa!

If I didn’t know he didn’t have wings, I would have definitely guessed that he was flying.

That is when Chicken started running himself although we weren’t even close to being fast as the killer bunny was.

I first thought we were racing the bunny and that we were losing miserably, but that is when I realized that the bunny was actually leading us out of the woods and towards the beach.

The sun was slowly setting down and we could see the setting sun reflecting on the water surface – that was possibly one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen in my life.

Then again, I was pretty young so I suppose there are many things I have never seen before.

“Thanks Killer Bunny!”

I tried to thank him as he was running almost flying away. I am not sure if he had heard me since he was going fast as a lightning.

Day 7

[
**]I loved the ocean and I loved chewing on sugar canes you can find around the shore. So tasty! So sweet! My mom encouraged me to eat it as she said that lots of sugar makes your teeth rot and that rotten teeth will certainly make you ugly, unsightly and a note scarier which was what all zombies were aiming at.

I didn’t think that having your teeth rotting sounded attractive, so I didn’t go wild with the sugar canes.

Instead I took one and chewed on it slowly as I was observing a jellyfish by the shore in the shallow water as they were waving with their silly legs.

I think jellyfish are cute, but I also think they look kind of sad. Or bored. If I could swim and breathe underwater, I wouldn’t be bored. Although you never know.

When Chicken and I were already at the end of the beach and near the edge of the forest where our home was supposed to be, I realized that we were probably really REALLY (really) far away from our home.

The familiar circle of bushes my dad, mom and I live around weren’t there. I remember all the trees and flowers around the bushes and the spot where we were at was completely different, which could mean only one thing:

We were on the completely different side of the forest and our beach was probably on a completely different side of the beach.

Is it me or this entire situation is getting far more complicated than it should be?

Whatever the case is, we have to get back through the woods and try with the opposite shore. Given that we are on an island, this could last a bit longer than expected.

What side to choose first and hope we will get the right shore from the second shot?

Chicken? Any ideas?

Day 8

[
**]Chicken had no other options but to choose the path by himself – I had no idea where we were going. I think we spent the entire day traveling, so I suggested we stop so Chicken could get some rest and I could use the opportunity to try and determine where we actually were. We headed west, which wasn’t very useful as we didn’t know from which side of the island we are heading.

We were lost. I know I must have said that for more than just a couple of times, but this situation is constantly reminding me of that situation, making me feel stupid for falling into this trouble simply because Chicken and I were running from a spider. The spider was huge and his teeth and hairy legs were really intimidating, but still everything escalated way too quickly.

Wouldn’t it be easier if the spider just ate us instead of letting us going through this torture? But thinking about it now it was still better that we didn’t end up inside the spider’s stomach.

After almost the entire day spent on running and going through the woods, we stopped. I started looking around just to realize that the place we were at wasn’t anything more familiar than the place we were many hours before – still, the beach has to be somewhere around there.

I was trying to put my ears to a good use, so as Chicken and I were walking around trees that were growing very thick, one near another, and try and hear the sound of the ocean.

I heard something like: “”TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” and I was convinced that the ocean was making the calming noises.

I should have noticed that there was nothing calming in the way that TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS sounded.

Oh my block! We run into something and I realized that it wasn’t the ocean making those noises – it was this green scary thing. I think my dad also told me about this needy fellow who was always in need for hugs. Normally I wouldn’t refuse to share a hug, but in completely different circumstances.

Why not now and with this creeper thing? Well, as I recall my dad’s story, I remember that this creature literary depends on getting a hug – his whole purpose in this blocky world is to get a hug. The only problem for him and everybody else near him is that his hug is lethal and he only gets to have one hug although he wants it soooooooooooooo badly (and probably wishing he wouldn’t explode when he finally gets a hug) – after he gets the long awaited hug, he explodes.

Who on block would even want that hug?

I know Chicken and I are not interested so we are currently in the middle of our escape, hopefully heading towards the right shore. Hopefully.

Day 9

[
**]I was thinking about how it has been a long time since my mom and dad bragged about scaring off a human or a villager.

That is when it occurred to me that humans might not live around these parts anymore, which was probably a good thing for me and most creatures around here – on the other hand, I knew that my mom and dad loved scaring humans, so I knew they weren’t as happy with the current situation.

Maybe they could go on a vacation somewhere where there are lots of humans to be scared. I bet they would love that! The only thing they need is to learn how to make a boat, learn how to use it and not break it before they get to their destination and finally – they would need someone who is willing to rent his cave or a shelter to a zombie couple.

I said “the only thing”, I know. They need lots of things before they head out to their human scaring magical vacation destination – if such place even exists.

It is funny that I started thinking about how there are no humans around when all of a sudden I run into this:

I think this is a human shelter. It sure looks like one. I approached so I could be sure and Chicken was ready to run on my sign – at least I hope he got the plan and that he was actually ready to run in case we get in a dangerous situation.

My mom would probably say something like:

“Of course you will get involved in something dangerous when you are approaching a human shelter all by yourself! They have pointy objects and they will surely use those if you give them a chance.”

Then she would ban me from leaving home. Forever. Moms are like that: they love us and they always worry so they exaggerate sometimes.

I approached the human shelter, trying to determine whether someone was in the shelter or around. The shelter was very strange as it looked like it was made from natural materials like sand and wood, but it looked nothing like something that could just grow on the ground by itself.

I knew that humans liked making things and cutting stuff and making everything look the way they wanted it to look, so I was 100% certain that this was a human shelter.

There was something more important that I should pay attention to instead of checking which trees were used for making this shelter – I realized that when I turned around and saw this creature standing behind me:

What the block is this??? A human? Oh my, is he scary and weird, or what?

Chicken and I started running and I was glad he remembered and understood the getaway plan I came up with.

I don’t know how my parents can go around and scare those creatures without being scared of themselves. I think I even admire them for that.

My dad once told me that one thing that can make him be afraid of humans is seeing them in large groups and with pointy things in their hands.

I would be scared as well if that would happen. I can’t believe how weird humans are. I imagined them differently…

Day 10

[
**]We were on the shore. Finally! The second shore we visited since we realized we were officially lost. Chicken was taking some rest while eating something he found around the grass. I think it was an apple that fell from a tree a while ago.

After that, we went to the edge of the woods where the trees were growing tall up towards the sky (where my bushes were supposed to be with my mom and dad waiting: my mom would say “I told you so!” even before I would get to say anything.) – once again, I realized we weren’t home. Instead of a familiar circle made of bushes there were giant mushrooms spread all over the place.

“It looks like we are going to try again, Chicken. This is not our home.”

If there could be someone we could ask about directions….Oh! I think there’s someone there.

I have to admit that I was scared for a moment there. The mob we stumbled upon looked like a pig, but it also looked like a human. However, that wasn’t a zombie pigman. I know exactly how zombie pigmen look like as all zombies that live in my neighborhood, and that includes my mom and dad. They have a couple of zombie pigmen friends.

They used to be just piggies but then the lightning strike them and they turned into what they are now – zombie pigman.

I wonder what would happen to me in case I got struck by a lightning. I am wondering but I don’t really want to know. I am fine with everything as it is now except for the fact that Chicken and I are lost.

Since zombie pigmen are not very friendly and doesn’t like to talk much, I guessed that this pigman or whatever it was, was similar to his zombie cousins.

I tried to talk to him anyways and see if he could help us out.

“Hello! I am a Chicken Jockey, but you can call me Jock. And this is my chicken. His name is Chicken…I know…”

“OINK!”

I think he likes the fact that my chicken is named Chicken. Finally – Someone that understands, even though the only sound that someone can make is OINK.

There is no use of questioning this fellow. Let me try again.

“So, piggy man…pigman…Um, I was wondering if you happen to know…Why would he know where we live? Um…Never mind…”

I am a failure. Um.

“OINK! OINK! OINK!”

You can try as hard as you can, buddy, but I can’t understand a single OINK coming out of your piggy snort.

Never mind. I’ll just thank him and walk away.

“Thanks! See you around. Come on, Chicken! Let’s go…”

Day 11

[
**]I think that the human from the other day is following us. I saw him today as we were changing our direction. We tried west, we tried east, now there’s only north and south remaining – and if we are lucky, the first side we arrive at next will be the right side.

Here’s that human again! What does he want? Maybe he wants to turn me into his pet. Hmm! I heard that humans like turning all mobs into their pets and if a mob doesn’t agree with them, they go ahead and slay it just to collect what is left upon.

How disgusting! None of the mobs I know would do that to another mob. What on block is wrong with humans?

As Chicken and I were resting in some bushes, I heard a voice, surprised I could even recognize the words I was hearing.

“Hey there, little fellow! What are you?”, was it that human.

He was leaning over me as he was observing me with his eyes wide open and in wonder.

“Why? You want to make me your pet? Well, I won’t be your pet, just so you know!”

The human was laughing.

Did he understand what I was saying? I think he did.

“I don’t want to make you my pet. Besides, I already have a pet…. he is over there!”

He did understand me….But how?

I looked in direction he was pointing towards and saw a wolf with a collar around his neck. The collar looked awfully uncomfortable, but the wolf seemed very happy regardless of the fact that he had something tied around his neck.

“You have a pet wolf? Um…”, I wonder how he made him be his pet…

“Were you born with him?”

The human was laughing again. What a strange sound! I wonder how he does that.

“No, no…I wasn’t born with him, although that would be pretty cool!”

Cool? What does that mean? It would be cold? Is he cold?

Silly humans. Why did no one tell me that they are this funny? Maybe this one is an exception since everyone I know told me humans were bigger monsters than any mob in the World of Blocks.

“I offered him a bone and some rotten flesh and he accepted it. Since then he has always been with me. He will protect me if I get in some trouble, as well. He is the greatest pet ever. He once helped me with a giant spider.”

So he met the spider as well. I wish Chicken and I could help ourselves with that spider instead of having to be here and talk to this guy or listen to that piggy man…again with the “piggy man”…Pigman – that’s what I meant.

“You were born with your chicken, right?”

“Well, not exactly…He was just around when I was spawned and since then we are inseparable. He can’t defend himself or me, but he is pretty fast.”

“What is his name?”

“Chicken.”

“That’s hilarious!”, he was doing that giggling thing again.

“And what is your wolf’s name?”

He started laughing:

“Wolf!”, he said.

Finally! Someone who understands my sense of humor. Even though he is a human, I have to give him some credit for this.

“So little fellow, what are you and Chicken doing around here? I saw you by my cabin the other day…”

“Cabin?”

“My house..”

“House?”

“My home…”

“Home?”

“My shelter…”

“Oh…Yes. I didn’t see you.”

I lied. I saw him and I thought he was going to slay me, eat me or make me be his pet – I was too embarrassed to admit that now.

“Chicken and I are kind of lost…”

“Lost? Well…Maybe Wolf and I could help you find your way around…”

 

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This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in fictitious manner.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

[_Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc. are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch _]

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!

 

 

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Book Three: The Final Mine

 


Diary of a Chicken Jockey, Book 1: Lost

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) There is a lot going on in a head of a little Chicken Jockey that had just got spawned. Why he is as small as he is and why doesn’t he look the same as his parents zombies? Regardless of being different and moderately bored almost all the time as the only thing his parents and neighbors are interested in is scaring humans, he likes being a Chicken Jockey. Little Chicken Jockey and his chicken named Chicken try to make the boredom go away by running around the woods and behind the bushes and in between the rows of trees where there are many creatures to be found and many things to be discovered. What happens when our Chicken Jockey Jock and his friend Chicken the chicken run into a massive spider? They get lost! How will they find their way home? Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2015-09-30 08:20:10
  • Words: 5798
Diary of a Chicken Jockey,  Book 1: Lost Diary of a Chicken Jockey,  Book 1: Lost