Story hour.
[Hello and morning to you all! In the name of bright innovation and boredom, Meyers and I are going to try something a little different for you to read.
Most of you love and enjoy the melodramatic soap opera that is sliminem and his asterisks, but only using asterisks as a guilty pleasure, myself, we decided that was not the way to go for this particular venture.
Instead, we are going to try out a round robin short story that would usually take place over aim, but where is the fun factor if only two of you can see it play out! In any case, enjoy the show and comment at will, but please don't interrupt the string until you see the beloved FTB!]
Ewan stared in an animated fashion at the flat screen in front of him and Jonathan. The final fight scene of The Killer played out before his eyes, while he lazily stuffed his face with crisps and a pull off a bottle of beer every now and again. The distant sound of crackling thunder barely registered in his ears over the noise of the telly.
He looked over to Jonny after he felt a tap to his ribs, and said angrily as he could through a mouthful, "I'm watching here!" He rolled his eyes when Jon waved an empty bottle before him, remembering that it was his turn to retrieve refreshments.
Ewan's eyes stayed glued to the set as he stood, nearly tripping over a discarded pairs of shoes, and walked backward toward the kitchen. He flipped on the light switch to the left of the swinging door, rubbing his eyes at the offending brightness, and slid across the linoleum on his gold-toed socks toward the fridge.
He opened it swiftly, moving aside a few condiments to grab two fresh bottles. Sliding back across the floor, he moved back toward the couch that now bore his imprint, asking absently, "What did I miss, then?"
Most of you love and enjoy the melodramatic soap opera that is sliminem and his asterisks, but only using asterisks as a guilty pleasure, myself, we decided that was not the way to go for this particular venture.
Instead, we are going to try out a round robin short story that would usually take place over aim, but where is the fun factor if only two of you can see it play out! In any case, enjoy the show and comment at will, but please don't interrupt the string until you see the beloved FTB!]
Ewan stared in an animated fashion at the flat screen in front of him and Jonathan. The final fight scene of The Killer played out before his eyes, while he lazily stuffed his face with crisps and a pull off a bottle of beer every now and again. The distant sound of crackling thunder barely registered in his ears over the noise of the telly.
He looked over to Jonny after he felt a tap to his ribs, and said angrily as he could through a mouthful, "I'm watching here!" He rolled his eyes when Jon waved an empty bottle before him, remembering that it was his turn to retrieve refreshments.
Ewan's eyes stayed glued to the set as he stood, nearly tripping over a discarded pairs of shoes, and walked backward toward the kitchen. He flipped on the light switch to the left of the swinging door, rubbing his eyes at the offending brightness, and slid across the linoleum on his gold-toed socks toward the fridge.
He opened it swiftly, moving aside a few condiments to grab two fresh bottles. Sliding back across the floor, he moved back toward the couch that now bore his imprint, asking absently, "What did I miss, then?"