"The Jeffrey Kiesel Khronikles : The After Season"

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INTRODUCTION

Hello Im author Matthew Phillip Jay Milewski III, and Im here to introduce to you a story of such sorrow and such glee in times of peril that it is know to blow minds....literally. The story of a man, a man know as Jeff Kiesel to many and JKSL to more. This is the story of his adventures and a journey into his domain in the heart of Waterville Valley, New Hampshire. This booming ski tourist town is always busy and full of life in the winter, but when the snow has been melted down to the last oily snow gun flake it turns into a desolate ski ghost town with a population of 2.....Jeff Kiesel and a Moose.

Chapter One

The Beggining of the End

The Date is April 9th at approximately 5:00 Jeffrey is making his final trip home for the season from Waterville Valley. The long months without snow ahead do not bother him while he drives home, in his Audi, listening to the Latest Rap CD he has recently purchased. After throwing up gang signs to passing chipmunks and other forrest wildlife his short drive to his condo is over. He starts to feel the silence closing in on him as he turns off his automobile. He shakes the errie quiet and enters his prison for the next 6 months. Kicking off his shoes he grabs a box of Cheesenips and settles down in front of the nice warm laptop. He quickly logs onto newschoolers.com to p3wn some n00bs while listening to "Before I Go" by Yani on his itunes playlist. After about an Hour or two its time for Jeffrey to get some nourishment, But his mom hasnt been home so there is no food to be eaten! In a slight panic because He just finished his last "pop snacking box" of Cheesenips he galopes upstairs into the kitchen. No cookies, no chips, no more easter candy! It seems like Jeffrey might be in over his head.Without any food , let alone civilzation , for miles around how will Jeffrey Coap? Tune in Tommorow of the Riveting conclusion of this chapter of "The Jeffrey Kiesel Khronikles : The After Season"!
 
oh and right when i clicked this link, "one night in bancock" by falco came on, and it was sooo perfect, everyone should try it while reading this
 
you should write a novel matt! the talent of making something that would normally seem so monotonous into something exciting is one that is not abdundant. i would totallly buy your book
 
Jeffery Alan Kiesel is a legend among New Hampshire Ski Tourists. It's rumored that in the summer months when the wind blows just right, you can hear the crunching of him eating burned popcorn all the way to Hampton Beach.
 
oh em gee! that story had me clinging to my chair with anticipation, joy and a couple tears. cant wait for more!
 
You need an editor. That was a poorly written story; there were multiple type-o's and mis-spellings. The actual content of the story was not inspiring in the least. I have no desire to come back for chapter two tomorrow. This is a shame, because Jeff has potential to be the subject of great great tales. I'm sorry, but you are not the man to tell them.
 
We almost got the moose on our ride home from that Waterville trip, if it wasn't for Dylan's impecable driving skills, Jeff would be the lone inhabitant of Waterville Valley...
 
Oh and I'm sure you have mastered the English language yourself, stupid norbag. Go do something that doesn't pertain to bothering us.
 
aaaah are you kidding me? Tomorrow? I can't wait that long. Man, i'm pumped for the conclusion.
 
I regret to inform everyone that the second half of chapter 2 will not be out tonite, nor will it be out tommorow, BUT tune in sunday night for the rest of chapter 1 and chapter 2 and possibly a presentation **in Video** of chapter 1 to be posted. Stay tuned and once again I am very sorry I delayed this!

The Author

Matthew PJ Milewski III
 
should you post something to keep us held over.. like that emoisjeff.ytmnd.com thing you made?
 
HERE HERE HERE HERE HERE

Chapter One

The Beggining of the End: Continued

Last time, Poor Jeffrey was left in his kitchen desparately in search of a hunger quenching food item, However there was no food around, let alone one that "quenches" hunger.

While scratching his noggin' he delve's into his refridgerator only to find some cob webs and vegetables and nothing of edible interest. Distraught and malnourished he plops down on the sofa in the living room. After turning the T.V. on he searches the couch for possible scrap's of cheese-its and malted milk balls that may have fallen during earlier eating sessions. Although he does find a nutri-grain bar, he discardes it because of its taunting and errie resemblance to a fig nutan cookie. Things seemed to be getting desperate, just as be was about to call his mother to see when the next time she would be comming home would be, he passes out. Although motionless on the kitchen floor, his mind was racing like a greyhound on the track hungry for that stuffed rabit. After a few minutes of chasing a box of KFC popcorn chicken in his dream. His cell phone begins to vibrate. Running to the phone hoping it was his mother will food close by, he was greated with a " You Suck, You Faggot" followed by the monotonous sound of a disconected phone line. Slowly putting the reciever down he pondered who it might have be. He knew the caller couldn't be anyone from from Waterville due to the lack of telephone service within' the area, and population, considering the moose lost his phone weeks ago. A solid slab fear smoothered his hunger, but starvation slowly gained back on his innocent belly. Afraid to move from his pillow fort in his room, he grabbed a pair of poles that were fortunatly positioned within' an area close to him for defense. As he stealthily sombered out of his bedroom the scent of motzarella sticks filled the air and stops him short, and as plain as day there infront of him was a large tray of scrumptious cheesy treats. He takes a bite into one stick and gives out a rather girlish screech due to a great pain in his index finger. After waking up from such an odd dream he looks down at his finger. A rather considerable indent was left from trying to bite off a piece. He broke the skin in spots and was bleeding to an extent due to it and was slightly proud of this achievement, his hunger became real to him again during his glory moment. As he stood up to search again the phone began to ring. Staring at the shuttering phone singing a song of death, he decided weather or not he wanted to pick it up. He slowly reached for the reciever. Then jerked it up, screamed an ear defening scream, that even helen kelly would give props too ,into it, then putting it down. Right before he was about to end the call he Heard " JEFFREY ALAN KIESEL" stunned that a possible evil-doer could know his whole name he raised the phone up to his ear. The only person that he could think of that knew how to use such a name was, "M-M-Mom?" Jeffrey stuttered in disbelief. "Jeffrey, please do not EVER to that again',she muttered,'I will be home in 5 minutes with taco bell, good-bye" Of course in celebration of taco bell he did the crip walk around a somberero until his mother entered the house.

While jeffrey finally ended his suffering with a delicious crunchwrap supreme his mother talked about trip to WV to him. Rather indulged within his eating he didn't catch most of it till she told him, "Some man on the side of the street near tacobell said for me to tell you that 'You Suck, You Faggot', Maybe you knew him, he looked kinda like a lumberjack." The lettuce, mexican spices, and delicious beef fumbled from his gaping mouth....

Tune in next time!
 
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