Mohsin+Ali's+Story

“Les go, check it up Darryl” he said.  “Hold up, I’m still shoveling snow”, I stopped for air,” you know you can help //oh mighty King Ronnie,// this is your house after all.”  “Put your back into it”, he teased, “or I’ll have to whip you.”  I ignored the comment and just kept pushing the snow off the driveway. My eyes the ground unable to believe how much snow was left. Something caught my eye. Usually it was just the shine of light reflecting off the snow, but there are no lights on. I carefully walked over afraid to slip, and found two gold rings laying there blanketed in the snow, facing opposite ways. They were amazing rings with gems that seemed great, so great I couldn’t even identify them with anything other than black and white. “Yo Ronnie check this out.” He didn’t seem to care, “Gold Ronnie!” that caught his attention. He raced over next to me.  “What do ya mean gold” he stammered. Then he looked at the ground with great disappointment. “This is what I came over here to see. What a joke” he picked up the rings.”How much you think they cost.”  “I don’t know but they aren’t ours to take” I said proudly.  “Sometimes I wonder if you’re even a dude” He said playfully. “Look you can have the white gemmed one and I’ll take the black one”  I expected as much from him but something in me wanted the rings more than Ronnie. “Fine splitting the rings seems fine to me, but I get the black one” I said.  “No way! If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t have kept the rings so I get to call” he argued.  I felt like rebutting but it wasn’t like me to put up a big fight. I didn’t care who got which ring at that moment so I gave in and just stuck my hand out. We both wore our rings and played basketball.  The basketball became a very exciting match 20-20 with 21 needed to win. We scored points one after the other. Then the strangest thing happened. I crossed over Ronnie and I went speeding right next to his tripping body but when I went for a layup I air balled straight over the rim. Ronnie got the rebound and missed the shot too. Shot after shot we kept missing. We ended up getting too tired to play. The game was really strange, one second we were on fire then we went ice cold. “Dude I’m gonna catch you later” and with that I headed home.  Trying not to slip and still exhausted from the game, I slowly headed home. The long journey and cold slowly took its effect on me, and then I just started wishing I was home. Then I felt the comfort I had been longing for. I pulled my head out of my hood because I felt it get hotter. To my surprise I find myself sitting on my bed just as I had left it. I began flicking my eyes a few times to see if this was reality. This felt too good and strange to be true. Thousands of questions flipped through my mind like a storybook. The question that rose highest in my mind was, did this happen to Ronnie too? I ran to the phone and began to dial Ron’s number when it sprang in my mind. Ronnie was too stubborn to give me the black ring if he knew mine could teleport people he’d argue to get it back. No way was I going to give up this ring. So the next thing that rolled into my mind was how do I use the ring, and what else can it do?  I began to experiment. I always wanted to go to france; it was always my dream vacation. Then after hardly two moments, the smells in my nose bust into the aroma of croissants. I opened my eyes and to my disbelief I sat right under the Eifel tower. Then I got hungry for adventure and began testing my ring. I started flipping through countries I wanted to visit. Soon I was flipping through places; Hawaii, Rome, Dubai, and Vegas. Then I got bored I wanted the ring to do something else. After I teleported home I kept pushing my ring to do more.  Hours of playing then I ended up back at home. Then at my arrival the phone went off.  The caller ID read Ron’s number. Anticipation of what he was going say ran through my mind. The cold phone hurt against my ear. “Hello.”  “Darryl, this is Ronnie, you have to meet me at once.” <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> “Was sup? Is something wrong?” I asked <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> “Just come over this is important and I can’t tell you over the phone.” He calmly said. <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';"> “Fine” I sighed. I knew he had figured out the rings had powers. So I put on my coat and gloves then I headed out.

If you have any ideas about what direction this story should go feel free to tell me I was unsatisfied with my other idea. Also feel free to tell me anychages this story needs a lot of touch ups.