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So yeeh, right now this story has no name.
Actually this is really just the beginning of a looooong idea I have. >.>
So its really chapter 0... kind of like a oneshot that might lead to a full blown series.
And I am pretty much using it like that.
Depending on the reaction to this chap. 0 will help determine whether or not I continue posting it up here...
Actually this chapter doesn't get to what the main point will be it just introduces the main character.
I figure if people like the character at least it'll all be good.
So please readers!!!
I NEED imput!!!
Tell me how this is!
Also I am taking suggestions for a title or a better name for the shop!
Thank you!!!
Ps. I've been suffering horrible writers black lately so feel free to pitch any crazy ideas you may have...
Chapter 0: Too Young to be Old
“You’re much too young for this job.” States the businessman browsing through magazines in the convenience shop.
The shopkeeper looks up from the book he is reading behind the counter.
“Whatever do you mean?” he inquires with a lazy voice.
“Look at you! You can’t be 30 yet! And you’re running late night store filled with bits and ends of food, mags, cloths, and junk!”
“So? Some people would call me a very successful entrepreneur to own my own business at my tender age.” He replies not looking up from his book.
“You are far to young to be acting like an old man! You have your whole life ahead of you!” says the businessman angrily, “I mean just look at your sign!”
The sign on the shop reads “Night Shop: Your one stop shop open all night with any and all impedimenta and supplies you may desire!”
“Impedimenta? Doesn’t that mean to ‘impede’?”
“Some people like traveling slowly”
The businessman stares at the shopkeeper for a moment, so frustrated that words won’t come. Finally he calms down enough to shout “And why’s your store called “Night Shop” anyways?! The name makes it sound like a dirty sex shop!”
“I am only open at night.” Replies the shopkeeper.
“What kind of store is only open at night?”
“Mine is.” The man behind the counter states matter of factly, “The late night wanderer is by far one of the most under represented minorities.” The storeowner lowers his head and sighs heavily, “It's a terrible thing.”
“I don’t know why I bother.” The businessman places his magazine on the counter.
“$7.50”
The man passes over the money and the owner hands him the change.
“See you next week Stan.” Says the shopkeeper.
“Yeah, yeah. Bye.”
Right before the he exists the store, Stan stops and turns around.
“Come to think of it, it’s been nearly two months since I moved into town and started coming here and I don’t know what your name is.”
“Hmm?” the shopkeeper glances up, “Well it’s on my name tag”
“No your name tag is blank.”
“What?!” he looks at his nametag pinned to his shirt; there is no name written on it, “Well what’d ya know… Guess I don’t have a name..?”
Stan gives him an exasperated look. “So” asks Stan, “Why is it blank?”
“I haven’t picked a name yet.”
“What!?”
“My real name is very boring you see… I wanted something more exciting and You know, something with pizzazz…”
“Uh huh,” says Stan impatiently, “Well what should I call you then?”
“Hmmm, I guess for now call me Nemo.”
Nemo smiles.
“That's a stupid name. It's a rip off of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and is just a plan awful name.” sates Stan.
“Better than Stan.” Points out Nemo.
“I hate you.”
“I’ll see you next week.”
Stan nods grads his magazine and exits the shop.
Somewhere a mysterious Bing chimes as the door rattles shut.
Nemo takes off his blank nametag and stares at it.
“No… Nemo really is too much of a rip off…” he mutters “I need something for people to call me though…”
He picks up a black marker and scribbles on the plastic nametag.
He pins it back on.
It reads “Hello my name is Ambri! How may I help you?”
Ambri leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.
“Only five more hours until closing time.”
End
