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This is a really cute series of stories–my kid really loves them.
“These “Steve and Cree” books are a little more kid oriented than Skeleton Steve’s other stuff, and it’s pretty funny at times. Skeleton Steve, you can tell Diamond55 that he/she came up with a good story idea. đ And Book 3 was a great finale. Really kicked it up a notch. This series has a great message for kids about trying hard and conquering your fear. Highly recommend for kids.”
– An Amazon Customer
Diary of Steve and the Wimpy Creeper – Book 1
**Over 12,000 words of kid-friendly fun!**
This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game!
Steve was lonely.
Alex and the other Minecraftians just wanted to spend all of their time adventuring and fighting mobs, but Steve was happy to just stay home in his quiet village, tending to his crops and taking care of his animals.
But Steve’s calm, lonely life was in for a big BOOM of a change when he was approached one day by a gentle creeper that wouldn’t explode, who he named Cree. Would Steve find the friendship he was looking for in Cree? Or would the creeper coming into his life lead to too much adventure and excitement for him to handle?
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Diary of Steve and the Wimpy Creeper – Book 2
**Over 14,000 words of kid-friendly fun!**
This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game!
Cree the Creeper ran away!!
After book 1, when Steve introduced his new creeper friend, Cree, to his friends, they scared him away! Now, Steve is determined to find his new friend and bring him back home. But when the search for Cree leads him into a massive and dangerous underground dungeon, will Steve have the strength and resourcefulness to locate Cree and get out alive?
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Diary of Steve and the Wimpy Creeper – Book 3
**Almost 14,000 words of kid-friendly fun!**
This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game!
Don’t PANIC!!
That’s what Steve has told himself for years, but it’s never stopped him from losing control in stressful situations! But now, Steve and Cree the Creeper are heading off with Steve’s friends on his first dangerous adventure. And when the toughest warrior of the group is injured, it’s up to Steve and Cree to save the day! Will our wimpy hero be able to find his bravery and rescue his friends?
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THIS SERIES HAS A BOX SET!
(Books 1-3)
**Over 37,000 words of kid-friendly fun WITH PICTURES!**
This high-quality fan fiction fantasy diary book BOX SET is for kids, teens, and nerdy grown-ups who love to read epic stories about their favorite game!
Books 1-3 of “Steve and the Wimpy Creeper” Minecraft Diary Book Series in ONE!!!
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Book One Preview
Well first off, Iâm Steve! Iâm a human! A pretty cool human, too. I may not be the strongest like my friend Alex or the most adventurous, but I have some awesome crops and cows.
My day started off pretty normal. I usually ate breakfast, though sometimes I forgot, and then I went outside to feed my farm animals. It was just another ordinary morning.
I stood up and stretched, sighing deeply. That was a good nightâs sleep! There was hardly any mob noise outside overnight, and the cows stayed calm. I looked around my cabin, smiling.
Aah . . . Perfect.
Thud. Thud. Thud, on the window.
What was that? I looked around and laughed.
Right! Almost forgot to mention, but I have an entire village to myself! Well, almost to myself. There were villagers. And when I looked outside, there was a villager running into my window as if he was stuck.
âAgain? Haha.â
I may as well help the villager, so he doesnât break my glass, I thought.
I went outside and turned him around, walking him away from the cabin so he didnât accidentally turn back. The confused villager walked on to the village square. I turned to look at my crops, cows and chickens, and I smiled wide. It was so nice. My cows moo-ed and my chickens bawk bawked.
Back inside my cabin, I suddenly felt lonely. The sadness surprised me, but I was determined to cheer myself up.
âNo reason to be sad,â I told myself.
I had my cows and my chickens. The villagers were not too bad either, but I didnât have any friends. Not really. There were others like me, but those guys liked to go out into the wilderness to fight all of the mobs, and I didnât. I liked harvesting my wheat and sitting out on the bay.
Before the loneliness bothered me too much, I snapped myself out of it, and got dressed. I had chores to do!
âEnergy, Steve! Energy!â I muttered to myself.
I changed into my normal farm clothes and went outside. First, I harvested some wheat and replanted what I had taken out. Then, I went over to my cows and chickens and fed them. The cows moo-ed and the chickens bawk bawked as they happily flocked around their breakfasts.
My animal friends were really great to look at, and I smiled. One of the chickens looked up at me, as if asking me a question.
Bawk! Bawk!
âWhatâs wrong, little chicken? Not enough food?â
Bawk bawk!
The water dish was empty.
âDoh!â I smacked myself in the forehead. âI forgot! Sorry!â
See, this is what happens when you get distracted, I told myself as I walked to the well. The well was toward the center of my village and I could see all the other villagers hurrring and humphing just as I dipped the bucket in. They all turned to look at me and I waved at them.
âMorning fellas!â
They just stared back, furrowing their brows and pressing their lips together, like they normally did.
One of the villagers came up to me and looked down at the water.
âWhat was that?â I asked. The villager hadnât said anything, but I wanted someone to talk to. I know itâs weird but, hey, at least I can talk about something, even if I canât understand them, and they probably donât understand me. âYeah, I had a good night too. Thank you for asking.â
He still hadnât looked up at me, but I continued on.
âYup! Pretty quiet, I do say. The monsters . . . have . . .â
He walked away, like they normally did after a few minutes.
Ah, thatâs how it went, I thought. âAlright, buddy! Good talking to you, too! See you later!â
I grabbed the bucket, held it against me, and turned around again to the group of villagers still there. âLater guys! No, sorry I canât stay! Iâve got chores to do!â I waved at them and walked away.
Yes, weird. But they were the only people around me most of the time I could interact with on a normal basis. The other Minecraftians were usually out fighting mobs and exploring dangerous placesânot not my idea of fun. So I usually spent my time tending to the village, collecting food, and taking care of my animals.
Bawk! Bawk!
Moo!
âYes, yes, I know you guys have been waiting,â I said. My animal friends were frustrated with me because I took too long gathering water. But to be honest, it wasnât my fault at all! It was that villagerâhe just wouldnât stop talking to me about how his evening went!
âThe nerve of some people!â I said to my thirsty cow.
Moooooo!
Yup, he didnât believe me either, but I tried. Ha ha. And that was when it happenedâthe incident that turned my very calm and normal life completely topsy-turvy!
There was a sudden loud noise from behind me. I didnât know what it was, and truthfully, I wasnât too excited to go find out!
It wasnât dark out, so I didnât think it would be a monster, but to be on the safe side, I wanted to just go back home and climb into my fortified closet. But my cows and chickens were getting nervous, so I decided to go investigate. After allâwhatever bothered my friends, bothered me!
Donât ask why, but for some reason I didnât think I needed anything more than my farm clothes and a tool. Yeah ⌠sometimes I just donât plan ahead very well.
Anyway ⌠off I went into the surrounding woods, armed with nothing but a shovel.
Because I am brilliant!
Not really.
I crept around, behind the trees, trying to see what it was before it saw me.
A few yards ahead, I heard wild pigs squealing, and I became nervous. The sound of squealing pigs just ⌠gets to me. Tightening my grip around my stone shovel, creeping forward, I tried to peek around the cornerâŚ
Suddenly, a stampede of wild flocks of chickens and pigs came rushing at me!
âAhhh! Ahhh!â I yelled, waiving my shovel in front of me and closing my eyes.
I was sure I was going to be trampled by the animals! It was terrifying!
Jumping back behind a tree as quickly as I could, I tried to make myself as small as possible! I felt the animals rush past me. The chicken feathers hit my face as they flew by, and a couple of pigs rammed into my legs, but I refused to move! I wouldnât be pushed out of my hiding place!
I stayed still until I heard the animals retreating far, far behind me, then looked around me and down at my body. I was still in one piece! Somehow! But amidst the chaos of the stampede I lost my shovel!
Great! Now, I had no form of defense. Oh well, I thought. At least I was alive.
âWell, that was a close one!â I said to no one.
Very slowly, I moved out from behind my safe solid tree, and looked around. The forest was trampled, and blocks of dirt and grass were scattered around. Puzzled, I looked around for clues.
What were the wild animals running from?
Sometimes, I can be slow to react, and quite distracted. So, as silly me was looking around trying to figure out what the animals had been running from, I somehow completely overlooked the only thing still moving in the forest!
âHow?â you might ask. I have no idea!
While I was looking around and scratching my head like a dummy, that creature was coming at me, and it was approaching fast! I suddenly looked up and noticed the mob just a few feet away from me, and I panicked!
Yes, yes. I know that youâre supposed to remain calm in panic situations, but how exactly was I supposed to react when I saw a creeper running at me!? It was practically sprinting!
I swear, if the creeper had hair, it would have been flapping wildly behind him from how fast it was coming!
âOh no!â I cried.
I turned around, trying not to trip over my own feet, and ran back to my village. All I saw were trees. Which way had I gone?? Dang it!
Ooph! Ooph! Ooph!
âMove! Move!â I was stuck on a tree.
Ooph!
âDumb tree!â
Thatâs right. I crashed into one tree again and again. At the worst possible time to be clumsy, I just kept ramming myself into a tree as the creeper darted toward me like green death.
Finally, able to skirt around the ridiculous tree, I ran as fast as I could back to my village. I didnât dare look behind me. I knew he was there. I could almost feel his hissing breath on my back, I was in such a panic!
Yup, Iâm going to die, I thought. I am so going to die. That was all I kept thinking as I ran.
The village came into view and I hoped that I would make itâthat the creeper would somehow not blow up before I found some sort of safety. Looking back on the situation now, I donât know why it didnât hit me that he hadnât exploded yet. But honestly, I wasnât really stopping to ponder the questions of the universe when I was running for my life!
My body slammed against the front door of my cabin as I fell onto it, zipped through, and shut the door shut behind me. I stumbled again, because thatâs just what I do when Iâm fighting for my life, and I half-stumbled half-crawled into my closet. Could it withstand the explosion of a creeper? Who knows? All I knew was that I had made that closet, my own little âpanic roomâ, as solid as I could have in case anything happened.
As I sat closed up in the small space, panting, waiting for the explosion that I knew would come, I yelled at myself.
âSteve! You should have dug down! Why didnât you dig down?!â
But there was not time to dig.
Oh yeahâalso, I lost my shovel.
All I could do was sit there and wait for the explosion, and hope that I didnât blow up with my house.
I waitedânot sure how long. I probably waited longer than what made sense but hey, when you think youâre on the brink of death, common sense kind of goes out the window!
Slowly, very slowly, I opened the door to my closet. I peeked around the corner and looked around my room. There was nothing there. No hole, and no creeper. I felt myself begin to breathe again. Maybe it had left?
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