Thread:BigFanofEntertainment/@comment-30498740-20180506012055

'''Please read this before you read the story, it’s actually important. If you’re wondering why this story isn’t written like the NSL one, I actually felt when I made the original script for this story I was just trying too hard to impress everyone and trying to add so much prose even though I didn’t like it since I’m not the biggest fan of prose. Eventually I decided I wanted to make this my way, not following others, but following what I wanted to do. I always wanted to do things with fun and the original script wasn’t fun and I wasn’t really happy with it. So I scrapped it, this story took a long time to make, but I did put in all I could to do this. I just wanted to have fun while writing this while putting my own ideas in this. Granted, I don’t expect this to that good to others so sorry it isn’t good to you guys. Then again that’s just my self-confidence punching itself repeatedly while on a tightrope that’s lit on fire over the Grand Canyon. My self-confidence hates me, here’s the story. '''

Two Holes, One Stroke
[Lori sat on her bed with a sad expression over her face with a flier for the Royal Woods golf tournament in her hand.]

Lori (sad): Another year to win this, yet I’m literally going to lose this again. I still remembered the first time I’ve entered the tournament.

''[We cut to a fifteen year old Lori with her golf attire on a golf course with a confident smirk on her face. She was at the last hole in the course. All she needed to do was the hit the golf ball into the hole and she would beat her opponent. Confident she would win; she hit the golf ball with her club. She saw it in the sky heading towards its destination, but then took a sudden turn towards the pond and landed there.]''

''Lori (confused): What? ''

''Referee: (hands the trophy to Rob) Uh, tough luck kid. ''

''Rob (ecstatically):  Yes, I finally accomplished something in my life! (pumps his fist in the air)''

[Lori sighs.]

Lori (annoyed): Then there was last year!

[We cut now to a sixteen year old Lori on a golf course at the last hole.]

''Lori (in her mind): (hits the golf ball with her club) This time, I literally will win. I’ll finally have my first trophy! ''

''[Lori hears the golf ball hit something and jumps in joy, but realizes that her right hand is no longer holding onto her club. She looks to see the scorecard and that someone else won.]''

''Lori (shocked): Then what did my golf ball hit then? And where’s my golf club? (looks around)''

[Lori spots a man lying down in the ground in pain and spots her missing items near him.]

''Lori: Sorry! ''

Referee (deadpan): Fore, would have worked better.

''Lori (mad): Who asked you? (points her finger at him)''

''Referee: The writer. ''

What do you think so far? 