Here is an intro to a story I might put on a "Ke's Tales Vol." game. I just had a sudden urge to write it.
An excert from...
"Alright...Wonder Woman or Buffy?" a college-aged young man with lond blond hair wrapped in a ponytail and worn old cloths asked his shorter brunette friend also clad in worn clothing. The city of Albersdale had a sunny blue sky and a gentle breeze blowing through it. The two young men were walking on a sidewalk that ran in the heart of the city.
"I dunno...Buffy." the shorter friend said.
"Okay...Lara Croft or Fred from Angel?" the taller friend asked.
"Is this what we're going to be doing all the way to the movies, Greg?" the shorter friend asked.
"Can you think of anything else to do, Malcom?" Greg asked.
"*Sigh* No."
"Fine, we can talk about something else for a while."
"Yeah, I'd like that. What should we talk about?"
"I dunno. Like what movie we're going to see?"
"I thought we were gonna see the new Harry Potter movie."
"What? Nuh-uh, no way! I will not see that." The two friends approached a huge office building with blue, reflective windows.
"It's the only thing good showing!" Malcom argued, "But we don't have to go see a movie, I suppose."
"What else is there to do?" Greg dully asked.
"We can go to the comic store, or maybe go to the pier." Malcom said. They walked near a black Porsche parked in front of a building.
"Face it, man." Greg said, "Nothing interesting happens in this city."
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a young woman fell onto the Porsche, braking the roof and shattering the windows. The two friends quickly flinched at this, their eyes widening.
"Holy crap!" Greg cried. The two friends quickly ran to the car. The young woman with long red hair was clad in a blue, short skirted and sleeved spandex outfit, fit with a red cape. Red boots adorned her feed and a red mask her face. Her chest remained still...showing that this young woman was dead.
The boys' hearts skipped a beat when they realized who it was.
"Dude...It's....It's..." Malcom stammered.
"I-I know, Mal." Greg said in a combination of solemness and shock, "I know."
Well, that's it (so far?)!
An excert from...
Ke's Tales
The Tragic Life of An Immortal
The Tragic Life of An Immortal
"Alright...Wonder Woman or Buffy?" a college-aged young man with lond blond hair wrapped in a ponytail and worn old cloths asked his shorter brunette friend also clad in worn clothing. The city of Albersdale had a sunny blue sky and a gentle breeze blowing through it. The two young men were walking on a sidewalk that ran in the heart of the city.
"I dunno...Buffy." the shorter friend said.
"Okay...Lara Croft or Fred from Angel?" the taller friend asked.
"Is this what we're going to be doing all the way to the movies, Greg?" the shorter friend asked.
"Can you think of anything else to do, Malcom?" Greg asked.
"*Sigh* No."
"Fine, we can talk about something else for a while."
"Yeah, I'd like that. What should we talk about?"
"I dunno. Like what movie we're going to see?"
"I thought we were gonna see the new Harry Potter movie."
"What? Nuh-uh, no way! I will not see that." The two friends approached a huge office building with blue, reflective windows.
"It's the only thing good showing!" Malcom argued, "But we don't have to go see a movie, I suppose."
"What else is there to do?" Greg dully asked.
"We can go to the comic store, or maybe go to the pier." Malcom said. They walked near a black Porsche parked in front of a building.
"Face it, man." Greg said, "Nothing interesting happens in this city."
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a young woman fell onto the Porsche, braking the roof and shattering the windows. The two friends quickly flinched at this, their eyes widening.
"Holy crap!" Greg cried. The two friends quickly ran to the car. The young woman with long red hair was clad in a blue, short skirted and sleeved spandex outfit, fit with a red cape. Red boots adorned her feed and a red mask her face. Her chest remained still...showing that this young woman was dead.
The boys' hearts skipped a beat when they realized who it was.
"Dude...It's....It's..." Malcom stammered.
"I-I know, Mal." Greg said in a combination of solemness and shock, "I know."
Well, that's it (so far?)!






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