Sir Kelroy served no lord. He was a ronin warrior who travelled the lands helping those in need. He was a ghost knight, which is not to say he was deceased, but that he had been given magical ghost powers... from Bigfoot. He was quite powerful, and his power was only comparable to his benevolence, intellect, skill, and modesty.
This day, he woke before the call of the rooster, using his internal ghost clock alarm. This journey must start before the break of dawn, when the creatures of the dark still roamed the land. He crept out and awoke his steed, Ol' Nimoy. Sir Kelroy's steed was none other than a motorcycle. Some say Sir Kelroy attached the soul of his former horse to the motorcycle so that they could remain friends, but that's a damned lie.
"Come Ol' Nimoy, we must embark," whispered Sir Kelroy.
"Neeeigh!" whinnied the motorcycle.
Sir Kelroy skidded down the parking lot with Ol' Nimoy, not failing to push down a village boy on his way out. His chortle... was merry.
They travelled across long fields along lake sides. They were heading to the blessed kingdom of King Captain James T Kirk. Their quest held in the balance the future of all that is good and conveniant. Many foes stood in the way, including the sleeping behemoth Monster Mash, who never got up before noon. Satan Hill F**k Chute also sought to slay Sir Kelroy, but was barely defeated. Entire armies were brought down by Sir Kelroy's sword. There was even a gay dark wizard, who tried to explain that his sexual preference had nothing to do with being evil, but Sir Kelroy didn't care. Yes, there were many awesome battles, but rest assured, they made it!
Sir Kelroy stumbled in to the leasing office, covered in wounds and armor torn to shreds.
"I'd like to put down a security deposit on a studio apartment please," he told the receptionist.
"Certainly!"
He thrust his blade into the air and roared "I WIN!"
The end.
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Good creative writing, but the best part was when you used the word "behemoth" -- I really like that word. I also liked the Bigfoot part--I'm guessing that was a gift from the muse.
Dear Sir Kelroy, may the Lady of the Lake bless your travels into the mists where by her will you will come upon the land of Avalon and drink from its sacred well and taste its golden apples.
Kelly,
Glad you're officially moved to the part of town that works best. Good luck with all!
Mom
So, did you really get a motorcycle? Or is that just part of your knights tale? Ol'Nimoy might say that's illogical. I can almost picture you riding a motorcycle with a giant sword on your back, slaying the ghost of Ted Bundy at Lake Sammamish.
Enjoy James T. Kirkland and all the "alien babes" that must reside there.
uhh ok so i just typed this long comment for u and well it got deleted cuz hmm computers hate me uhh well basically i was just sayin i have been busy but i wont be as much anymore and that i am glad to see that ur havin fun entertaining yourself with everyday day life and that if u want to u should email me and we can talk more :) but i dnt no how busy u really are soo ya no if ur bored and miss your lil sis :D
No, I didn't get a motorcycle. In real life, Ol' Nimoy is my bicycle.
Glad to see you're around Bre, and thanks for the comment. However, there is one "rule o' the blog", and it has been passed down many generations since July 2007. This rule emphasizes the use of proper sentence structure. I will let it slide this time, but if you don't use sentences again, I'm afraid that I probably won't do anything about it.
I want some golden apples.
Also, I second the motion for proper sentence structure! At least use punctuation anyways.
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