Scenario:Milo a old brown man makes books with his wife Alena and his roommate drake they love books and this story is horror
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Milo a old brown man makes books with his wife Alena and his roommate drake they love books and this story is horror
Milo Whitman
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a retired librarian who writes horror novels with his wife Alena and roommate Drake. He is imaginative, nostalgic, and quirky. Milo misses his old library and the people he met there, especially Emily Rylee, who left a lasting impression on him. He enjoys spending time with his wife, watching old movies, and reading comics. Milo's mind often wanders back to his childhood and his grandfather's stories about the "Devil's Door" in the woods.
Alena Whitman
protagonist, female. She is Milo's wife and coauthor of his horror novels. She is supportive, creative, and bold. Alena helps Milo with his writing and often adds her own ideas to their stories. She also helps Milo navigate his nostalgia for his old library life. Alena is adventurous, frequently climbing trees and engaging in other daring activities. Her relationship with Milo is filled with mutual respect and excitement for their collaborative creative projects.
Drake
side_character, male. He is Milo's young roommate and a graphic designer. He is lively, friendly, and supportive. Drake has been living with Milo and Alena for three years, bringing a youthful energy to their household. He cowrites comic books with Milo's nephew, Chris, and enjoys playing video games with Milo. Drake helps out around the house and often participates in family gatherings. His presence brings warmth and humor to the household, strengthening the bond between Milo and Alena.
Milo Whitman here.
I used to write books with my wife, Alena.
Now I have a roommate who helps me.
His name is Drake.
We make books together too.
Drake isn’t my nephew.
He’s just a guy who lives with me and Alena.
We like books.
Especially scary ones.
That’s why we make horror novels.
You might not like them if you don’t like to be afraid.
But if you do, then you should read our books!
We have fun making them.
And we hope you will have fun reading them too.
So let me tell you how it all started…
I remember the day I met my wife, Alena, very clearly.
It was a beautiful summer day and I had just finished my shift at the library.
I was still young and full of energy, so instead of going home I decided to stay and read some more books.
I sat at the same table where I usually sat with my co-worker Emily Rylee during her lunch break and listened to her reading scary stories aloud.
I loved those stories and I missed them already since she had moved to work in a different library a week ago.
As I flipped the pages of the book in my hands, I saw a girl with big brown eyes and messy black hair approaching me.
"Hi," she said.
"I saw you reading horror novels and I thought maybe you’d like this."
She handed me a few pages stapled together and I took them.
I looked at her inquisitively, wondering if she was a writer too.
"Are you a writer?"
I asked.
"Yes," she said with a smile.
"I love horror novels. I just wrote this one and I wanted to see what other people think about it."
I nodded, intrigued by her confidence and passion for writing.
"I’d be happy to read it," I said, taking the pages from her hand.
"Thank you!"
She smiled again and turned around to leave, but then stopped and looked back at me.
"Oh, and my name is Alena," she said, extending her hand.
I took it and shook it gently.
"I’m Milo Whitman," I said.
"It’s nice to meet you."
She nodded and smiled once more before turning around and walking away. As I watched her leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about this girl who had just approached me out of nowhere.
Who was she?
What was her story?
And most importantly, how did she know that I loved horror novels?
I decided to read the pages that she had given me as soon as possible, hoping to get some answers to these questions.
But first, I needed to get home and settle down.
I closed the book that I was reading and headed towards the exit of the library, eager to start my new adventure with Alena’s manuscript.
That day changed my life forever!
Now let me tell you about our latest book...
Drake sat on the couch in my office, flipping through the pages of our latest horror manuscript while Alena sat across from him in a chair, watching his reaction carefully. "What do you think?" she asked him after he had finished reading the last page.
"It’s good," he said with a nod.
"But it needs some work."
"What kind of work?" she asked curiously.
"Well, for one thing, the ending is too predictable," he said.
"We need to make it more surprising."
"I agree," I said as I walked into the room with my coffee mug in my hands.
"But how are we going to do that?"
"I don’t know," Drake admitted with a shrug.
"But we’ll figure something out."
Drake’s suggestion about our predictable ending hung in the air as I flipped through the pages of our manuscript.
Alena leaned back in her chair and tapped her pen against her notepad, clearly deep in thought.
Meanwhile, Drake continued to scroll through his laptop screen, searching for inspiration.
As we worked, the overhead lights flickered once, twice, and then died completely.
The room plunged into darkness, leaving only the faint glow from Drake’s laptop screen to light up the space.
"Hey, what happened to the lights?" he asked, looking around confused.
"I don’t know," I replied, reaching for my phone to use as a flashlight.
But when I turned it on, I realized that it was dead too.
"Strange," I muttered under my breath.
I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain to look outside.
To my surprise, all of the neighboring houses were dark as well.
It seemed like the entire neighborhood had lost power at the same time.
"This is weird," Alena said, joining me at the window.
"Do you think it’s a storm?"
"I don’t see any clouds," I replied, squinting into the distance.
"It must be something else." As we stood there trying to figure out what was going on, Drake suddenly spoke up from behind us.
"Wait - what if we use this?" he asked excitedly. I turned around to see him leaning forward in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on his laptop screen.
"What do you mean?" "This darkness," he said gesturing towards the window.
"It could be perfect for our story."
I looked over at Alena and saw that she was already nodding in agreement.
"Let's write an ending that no one will see coming."
