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John Riley, the second most famous resident of Toronto Ohio, had a chain of stores called "Kwik King." Let's each write a story, 500 words or less, that centers on his spelling of "kwik." What do I mean? You tell me. 500 words or less. Make it do.

Best. Idea. Ever.

As a child, John Riley dreamed of selling petroleum and other convenient items at lightning speeds. He wanted people to get in, get out and be happy about it all the while. He trained for decades. running with barrels of oil on his back. "Uphill both ways!!" he would always claim. However, soon into his late adolescence, he realized that just delivering highly refined fossil fuels and ice cold beverages was not enough. He realized that not only did he need to capture the public's attention, and naturally(to him at least) at breakneck speeds. He needed to make sure the costumers felt a sense of satisfaction on a regal level.

A few months later, Riley lost his pet and spiraled out of control. He started sitting down to eat and sleeping in beds. Things that where "too slow" for young Mr. Riley. Hell, one week he even switched to decaf. Tormented by the path his life was taking, he decided to seek help. He sought after the dude that plays The Flash in that show. He could lead Mr. Riley to salvation. He was about to send the email, pleading for the young stars assistance when..."Knock, knock" came from down the hall. As he hurried to the door both, agitated at the interruption and curious who it was at such a late hour. It was 2:30 in the morning. What he saw was the nothing short of amazing. Even for Riley's standards.

There he was, the dude who plays The Flash. "But..how?" Riley asked with a twisting motion of his head. To which that dude replied "I have the fastest internet connection in the universe. That's how. It's called Quantnet. It was Watson's bastard child in another dimension." "but, yo..." started Riley. " Sorry bud, not quite there yet. That's what I'm here for." Riley sat down and watched in glorious awe as the dude who portrays his personal paragon began to tell his story.

After what seemed like a lengthy story to Riley, possibly to the dude too. The dude summed up how he fell through a worm hole fishing one morning and ended up in a different dimension. One that was a sprawling Metropolis. There he acquired the training from the hero himself and a 100Exobyte(Exabyte in our world) connection with Quantnet. "Now i pass this training on to you, young Riley." "You must always remember to be as fast as possible in everything you do." and with that statement and arguably faster than his arrival, the dude who plays The Flash on that show was gone.

A few weeks later Riley sat up in bed feeling a lot better since prior to the dude's arrival. He was considering what he should call this royal convenient mart he was destined to build. He liked Quick King but it just wasn't right. " ...In everything you do." he heard the dude's voice immediately. He pondered some more and bam! Kwik King. There was the beginning of a legend.

Nicely done, Tye. That dude who wrote those books about those other dudes would be proud.

Ridiculous in all the right ways. Great job. I was entertained throughout. :-)

Thank you. Very much. Some tidbits.

Exobytes were the event that allowed players to be superheroes in DC Universe Online, I believe. Brainiac's invasion brought them and Luthor went to the past to try and stop...sorry, this isn't the time or the place.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-

Slam!

The alarm clock was cut off at 5:00 a.m. by John's hand. "Comes earlier and earlier," he muttered to himself, looking around the shack. Calling it a shack was an injustice to you or me, but to Mr. Riley it was shabbiness to the extreme. Only five rooms (not including the parlor, living room, den, three bathrooms, and his lab), which was never enough for man destined for more.

He looked around, feeling the two small wooden tiles he always kept in hand, still lying in bed, and thought back to the roots of where he came from...

In 1989 he was a much younger man, living on the streets of Toronto. Orphaned at birth and left in the parking lot of the police station, he had it rough. Most would assume a police officer would notice the child and take him in, but it was not the case for lil' Johnny. Even as an infant he had the drive to rise up and stake his claim, look Life in the face, and scream, "I'm gonna get more out of you!" before throwing Life down the stairs where it could whimper and lick its wounds.

He grew up fast (kind of like reverse dog years), and moved even faster. People saw him around town, zipping and zooping, zapping and other words that made no sense and start with a "z." He had a nickname in those days . . . but he had no formal education - his life was too fast to slow down for 8 hours a day plus homework - and never knew how to correctly spell it, so thought it was Spedey Fastlaine.

No matter!

Self-taught, but aging fast, he applied his own life to making a business. Somewhere people could do quick, one-stop shopping when they were on the road or just about town. A place where you could fuel all necessities from a vehicle (be it a sedan, a Mac, or a race car) to the body itself.

With the lack of education he knew no better on how to spell, but he knew what he was doing in practice. Kwik King it was and Kwik King it would be for many years.

Now:
John looked at the tiles, the two tiles that always lost him the game because Fate (perhaps in partnership with the usually injured Life) always demanded he get them every time. It was a new dawn, though. Kwik King was now Ruff Crik and Life had a way of opening doors, and promptly falling down them for one reason or another. It was time to start anew.

We leave our story with the tiles falling to the ground and a man beginning again. Those Scrabble tiles on the floor are, of course, the letters "q" and "u."

Finis

Fantastic! Good job.

I finally read it. Nicely done. I came in to read it, scrolled down and started to process the words. "This sounds just like that story that Tye wrote!" I said. Then I scrolled up a bit and saw that I was, in fact, reading Tye's story again.

And you talk Tye into taking legal action against my plagiarism.

Speak with Jordan, he is my power of attorney.

No, sorry. It must be at or below 500 words. That's the challenge. :)

You managed to make me regret my word limit.