Story
so i've been meaning to do this for some time.
i miss the old tandem stories, but since my story partner is 3 hours away, it's a tad difficult to use the old method of passing the paper back and forth. so let's try this: i'll start it off in this post and we can go back and forth through comments. just like we used to. and everyone who wants to can add to it. hopefully at least one person will actually take interest.
and now to begin the story:
One morning, ken woke up with a pounding headache. actually, it wasn't really morning yet because it was still pitch black outside. as he reached toward the bedside table for advil, he suddenly realized that he was not in his own bed. in fact, he wasn't in a bed at all. it was a giant slab of concrete. further observation led Ken to believe that this was the concrete floor of the old abandoned warehouse downtown. he also came to realize that his arm felt bruised, his jaw was sore, and his lips were chapped. and his clothes were slightly damp and sticky...
i miss the old tandem stories, but since my story partner is 3 hours away, it's a tad difficult to use the old method of passing the paper back and forth. so let's try this: i'll start it off in this post and we can go back and forth through comments. just like we used to. and everyone who wants to can add to it. hopefully at least one person will actually take interest.
and now to begin the story:
One morning, ken woke up with a pounding headache. actually, it wasn't really morning yet because it was still pitch black outside. as he reached toward the bedside table for advil, he suddenly realized that he was not in his own bed. in fact, he wasn't in a bed at all. it was a giant slab of concrete. further observation led Ken to believe that this was the concrete floor of the old abandoned warehouse downtown. he also came to realize that his arm felt bruised, his jaw was sore, and his lips were chapped. and his clothes were slightly damp and sticky...