For my friend AxalKay
Laa laa was driving her yellow school bus she had a kitten in her bus she gave it some cat food she drove her yellow school bus she could hear the kitten purring on her lap while she was driving her yellow school bus she petted the kitten with her yellow mitten hand aw kitten still the kitten purred the kitten went back to eat it's cat food she had no idea where the cat was originally from she found (petsmart you know the commercial right )
She put the kitten on a seat in her bus the kitten was purring like laa laa loved the kitten purring as laa laa got inside the pet smart the kitten was happy where it was
Laa laa was driving her yellow bus from the pet smart laa laa was driving her yellow school bus until she came to a bowling alley with lots of lanes there was bowling pins crashing people excitement laa laa saw people playing Bowling there was pinsetters brunswick A-2 pinsetters that were doing the usual thing the scoring was automatically in 10 frames
People were enjoying the game People went to get drinks and playing Bowling game people who were playing Bowling some people were throwing the ball at the wrong time like they were drunk or something like that and they didn't care about anything safety they stood on the lanes and they danced eerily in the Bowling alley it's like they owned the place they wrecked the arcade smashed the glass smashed the counter took the money and ran away it looks like they will be back for more than ever looking at the place just messing around
In a small town tucked away beneath the shadow of rolling hills, there was a forgotten bowling alley named Strike Zone. It stood as a relic of the past, its faded neon sign flickering weakly in the twilight. Laa Laa, a curious young girl with wide brown eyes and an insatiable thirst for adventure, stumbled upon the abandoned alley one dreary afternoon while out exploring the outskirts of her town.
The once vibrant establishment now lay in disarray, with shattered bowling pins scattered across the floor and cobwebs clinging to the ceiling like ghostly veils. Laa Laa stepped cautiously through the entrance, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The air was thick with the musty smell of neglect, and the sound of her footsteps echoed hollowly in the empty space.
As she wandered further into the bowels of the alley, Laa Laa's eyes were drawn to the rows of dusty bowling lanes stretching out before her. The once gleaming wooden floors were now warped and cracked, littered with overturned chairs and forgotten shoes. The dim light filtering through the grimy windows cast eerie shadows on the walls, and Laa Laa shivered despite herself.
Her gaze settled on a lone bowling ball resting forlornly on the edge of a lane, its once vibrant colors dulled by time. With a sense of wonder, she picked it up, feeling the smooth surface cool against her palm. As if compelled by some unseen force, Laa Laa rolled the ball down the lane, watching as it wobbled and veered off course before striking a scattering of pins with a hollow clatter.
The sound echoed through the deserted alley, reminding Laa Laa of the joy and laughter that must have once filled this place. She imagined the smiling faces of families and friends competing against each other, the thrill of a perfect strike, the camaraderie of shared victories and defeats. And yet, all that remained now was a ghostly silence, broken only by the creak of old wood and the rustle of dust.
Lost in her reverie, Laa Laa continued to explore the abandoned alley, each new discovery sparking her imagination. She found old trophies gathering dust on forgotten shelves, their gleaming surfaces tarnished with age. She discovered faded posters advertising long-forgotten tournaments, their bold letters peeling and flaking away. And she stumbled upon the remnants of a snack bar, its shelves still stocked with stale popcorn and half-empty soda bottles.
As the hours slipped by, Laa Laa found herself drawn deeper into the heart of the alley, her footsteps leading her unerringly towards a hidden corner obscured by shadows. There, tucked away in the darkness, she discovered a door partially ajar, its surface marred by peeling paint and rusted hinges. Without hesitating, she pushed it open and stepped into the unknown.
What she found took her breath away. Before her stretched a secret chamber, hidden from prying eyes for years untold. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and musty paper, and the room was bathed in a soft golden light that spilled from a row of dusty windows. Shelves lined with ancient bowling balls and trophies towered overhead, casting long shadows on the worn carpet below.
In the center of the room stood a lone figure, hunched over a dusty desk littered with yellowed papers and faded photographs. His back was turned to Laa Laa, his shoulders stooped with age, but she could see the silver streaks in his unkempt hair and the tired lines etched into his weathered face. He seemed lost in thought, his hand tracing the outline of a faded trophy with a tenderness that spoke of deep sorrow.
Laa Laa hesitated, unsure whether to approach the stranger or slip away unnoticed. But something in his silent reverie tugged at her heart, and she found herself drawn towards him, her footsteps muffled by the soft carpet beneath her feet. As she neared, the man turned slowly, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of surprise and resignation.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice rough with disuse. Laa Laa hesitated, unsure how to respond. But before she could speak, he smiled faintly and gestured towards the scattered papers on the desk.
"I am the Keeper of Memories," he said softly. "And this, child, is the story of Strike Zone."
And with that simple introduction, the man began to recount the tale of the once-thriving bowling alley and the people who had called it home. He spoke of the fierce tournaments and the heartfelt victories, of the friendships forged and the dreams shared. He told Laa Laa of the laughter that had echoed through the alley, the tears shed in defeat, and the unbreakable bonds that had united them all.
As he spoke, the room seemed to come alive with the echoes of the past, the walls shimmering with images of long-forgotten faces and familiar voices. Laa Laa watched in awe as the stories unfolded before her, each more vibrant and poignant than the last. And she felt a deep sense of belonging, as if she had stumbled upon a part of her own history buried within the dusty confines of the alley.
When the Keeper of Memories finally fell silent, the room was bathed in a golden glow that seemed to fill every corner with warmth and light. Laa Laa looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and knew that she had been forever changed by his words. And as she turned to leave, the man placed a weathered hand on her shoulder and smiled.
"Remember this place, child," he said softly. "For though it may be abandoned and forgotten, the memories of Strike Zone will live on in your heart forever."
And with those parting words, Laa Laa stepped back into the dusty bowels of the alley, her heart full of the stories and secrets she had uncovered. As she made her way back to the world outside, the shadows seemed less daunting, the silence less oppressive. And she knew that she would return one day, to claim her place among the keepers of memories and preserve the legacy of Strike Zone for generations yet to come.
There was no one active in the bowling alley everything was laying debris bowling balls out on the floor broken windows carpet molding smells like terrible
Ray-j Nikky Smedley Jessica Smith Collin had to wear gas masks due to the smell of it
It was horrible just empty
Laa laa was extremely surprised by it
This ain't used to be guaranteed by the smell
You can see damage everywhere the lanes everything
Collin I've never seen this before
Ray-j that is the silent killer in here and good things like us we are wearing these gas masks just unbelievable lots of broken glass everything
Score system
Guy's you can toast for a dollar
Laa laa tubby toast
No laa laa just regular toast for a dollar
Laa laa BIBBALY-CHEESE
Wait that what the smell is cheese
Rotten cheese
4 of them ohhhhhhh
Laa laa this used to be the restaurant
Inside was people eating now it's just messed just not the same thing over again
Ray-j wow everything unbelievable
