Monday, December 7, 2009

Life in Gotham Village, Part III

As Regina Hurtz entered the dark alley, she knew she would walk away a changed person. For the better or for the worse, she would soon find out. To see if she would change or if she would not is what drew her in, and ultimately lead to her demise. It is an addiction to probability, a lust for taking chances that got her to the point she reached.

Entering such a place (as Regina had done) does not come without ramifications. (Side note:ramifications were exactly what Regina was seeking, so this worked out well for her.) Out from the darkness, without warning sprang a human silhouette. Rising and rising until fully erected, Regina came face to face with what, no actually who, she was looking for: snake-man. "What are you doing here, Regina Hurtz" it hissed, sounding as snake like as any human imitating a snake could ever sound. "Im here to see what it is everyone's talking about, thats all. Nothing sinister i swear it". Regina answered in a nervous tone. Sounding like a innocent little school girl did nothing but bad for Regina (bad meaning good in this instance). For you see Regina had come to the alley to see snake-man, and snake-man had been waiting for Regina. Now that they had met, it is as if snake-man had entered Regina, as if snake-man had penetrated Regina's soul. Regina Hurtz was a changed woman, just as she expected to become. She gave snake-man one last look, dead in the eye, then turned around and walked away.

That look changed a life. My life. For you see, i am snake-man. When Regina Hurtz looked me dead in the eye, i did a lot of thinking. When i went home i told my mom what happened. Her response was simple and sweet. She said she was scared. Then the shocking announcement: she said "your movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air" I whistled for a cab when it came near the license plate said 'fresh' and it had dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was rare. But then i thought 'now forget it yo holmes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 to 8. And yelled back to the cabbie 'yo holmes smell you later'. I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my thrown as the prince of Bel-Air.


Hursty said...

That has to be one of the strangest, most odd stories I've ever read. But I liked it.
Thanks Collin.

NBAfanCollin said...

what? what did I do? lol. i did'nt write this. It definitely was strange (yet interesting) though BET.

BET said...

That was mine hursty.

Collin's will be up tommorow. You think he could write this?

Hursty said...

I should've figured it was you BET..
I mean, it wasn't bad - I liked it. Just weird as hell.
Nice to have new stuff on here though.

BET said...

i just wrote what i was thinking about at the time hursty, deal with it.

Roy said...

Great stuff as always Bet. I haven't been visiting this blog in a while. Thought I'd say hi to the Hibachi crew. Y'all have a great weekend. :D


update to collin. Moose should be posting your piece, i forwarded it to him. The copy + paste on my netbook isnt working for some reason. I tried to copy as a whole, in chunks, in sentenses, word by word; none of it worked. So i am going to let moose figure it out.

Sorry for the delay.

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