HI READER I HOPED YOU MISSED ME BECAUSE I MISSED THE CRUD OUT OF YOU. So, yesterday I was watching the movie "Something's Gotta Give" and I was inspired to write, so I am now writing a Love story that is very much Chick Flicky. BUT the main character is a Gay guy, and he narrates it. It's kind of funny because he's in his mid Twenties and rambles like a teenager. You'll come to find that he acts like it too. Well, this is what I have so far.. I do so hope you like it. But, if you don't, that's alright too, because I don't know how I feel about it yet.
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The rain outside was falling hard from the grey overcast sky making streams of water roll down the large writing room windows. Outside, the green feild that served as a backyard was empty, save for the occasional squirrel or other animal making its way to shelter. But, those aren't the important things, no, the important, truly very important thing is what was happening inside the house in the writing room, to be exact. Where we find... me. What's that? OH! Who am I? To the world, no one importnat, to this story, a very important person. In fact, I'm so important that I'm the main character of this story, see I told you I was important. What's that? Why am I narrating my own story? Gosh, you ask a lot of questions. Alright, I'll answer this one, but save the rest for later. I'm narrating my own story because who better to tell you the events that transpired that winter than the person they happened to? Well that, and, I'm not rich and famous enough to get someone like Morgan Freeman or something to narrate for me. Now, no more questions, got it? Good, listen up because what I have to tell you is of the utmost importance, to me.
So... Where was I? OH RIGHT! The important thing is what was happening in the writing room, my writing room. Currently what's happening is, as you can see, I"m spending a perfectly good rainy day having an argument with him. Because I know you're going to ask, him, would be my ex... You know how you have that one ex that for some god awful reason you can't let go of, or its just really hard to? We all have that Ex. If you don't, you haven't found someone good enough, and lost them. But this Ex, is not that Ex. THIS Ex is the Ex that messed things up with that Special four hundred damage enchanted Excalibur (See what I did there). This Ex, is the single most annoying piece of... I was told to keep this PG.... danggit i might screw that up later. But back to my story,
So, here I am on this perfectly good rainy afternoon, arguing with my Ex. Do you realize the number of things that I could be doing aside from that, I could be killing dragons around the world of Skyrim for crying out loud. But I digressed, I still remember what he and I were arguing about. You wouldn't guess it, but video games. He left some video games at my house when he moved out (I kicked him out, my house, my rules, and he broke the rules) and now he thinks I owe him money for the games, or that I have to make a trip out to see him, just so I can return the games. Pft, as if. He just wants me to make the trip out there so he can try and get me back, again as if... It's not like he's ugly or anything, i'm not shallow, oh no. In fact, he was goregous, he had pefectly tanned skin, black hair and hazel coloured eyes, six pack abs, you know athletic build, he had Russian writing tattooed around his left bicep, he's from Russia so he also had a THICK Russian accent. I still remember how it made me melt the first time that I heard, and the first time he called me "Babe". But, yeah, that's him. I don't want him though. I'm kind of doing this whole loner thing where I sit aroud and work, and when I"m not working I play video games. Evidently video games wins out the battle ten out of nine times, not that I have to worry. You see, I"m a real estate investor, and I know my stuff, I've made it possible so that by the time I put on a bathrobe, walk down to the mail box and back i've made over a million dollars. Great isn't it?
So, my Ex and I are arguing and at this point he's gone to cursing at me in Russian to which I reply with German, our usual arguments. The difference? He's not here so it won't end up being a night in bed with him and waking up in the morning as if nothing happened. Did I forget to mention that we did live together a bit when he and I dated. Yeah, that happened. OH! Look, i'm doing something new! I've just slammed the phone off, Why is it that when we're mad we take it out on electronics, or doors, or walls? TELL ME WHY.
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Please tell me what you think, leave a comment with comments and criticisms.
-------------------------------------------Random Love Story, Start--------------------------------------
The rain outside was falling hard from the grey overcast sky making streams of water roll down the large writing room windows. Outside, the green feild that served as a backyard was empty, save for the occasional squirrel or other animal making its way to shelter. But, those aren't the important things, no, the important, truly very important thing is what was happening inside the house in the writing room, to be exact. Where we find... me. What's that? OH! Who am I? To the world, no one importnat, to this story, a very important person. In fact, I'm so important that I'm the main character of this story, see I told you I was important. What's that? Why am I narrating my own story? Gosh, you ask a lot of questions. Alright, I'll answer this one, but save the rest for later. I'm narrating my own story because who better to tell you the events that transpired that winter than the person they happened to? Well that, and, I'm not rich and famous enough to get someone like Morgan Freeman or something to narrate for me. Now, no more questions, got it? Good, listen up because what I have to tell you is of the utmost importance, to me.
So... Where was I? OH RIGHT! The important thing is what was happening in the writing room, my writing room. Currently what's happening is, as you can see, I"m spending a perfectly good rainy day having an argument with him. Because I know you're going to ask, him, would be my ex... You know how you have that one ex that for some god awful reason you can't let go of, or its just really hard to? We all have that Ex. If you don't, you haven't found someone good enough, and lost them. But this Ex, is not that Ex. THIS Ex is the Ex that messed things up with that Special four hundred damage enchanted Excalibur (See what I did there). This Ex, is the single most annoying piece of... I was told to keep this PG.... danggit i might screw that up later. But back to my story,
So, here I am on this perfectly good rainy afternoon, arguing with my Ex. Do you realize the number of things that I could be doing aside from that, I could be killing dragons around the world of Skyrim for crying out loud. But I digressed, I still remember what he and I were arguing about. You wouldn't guess it, but video games. He left some video games at my house when he moved out (I kicked him out, my house, my rules, and he broke the rules) and now he thinks I owe him money for the games, or that I have to make a trip out to see him, just so I can return the games. Pft, as if. He just wants me to make the trip out there so he can try and get me back, again as if... It's not like he's ugly or anything, i'm not shallow, oh no. In fact, he was goregous, he had pefectly tanned skin, black hair and hazel coloured eyes, six pack abs, you know athletic build, he had Russian writing tattooed around his left bicep, he's from Russia so he also had a THICK Russian accent. I still remember how it made me melt the first time that I heard, and the first time he called me "Babe". But, yeah, that's him. I don't want him though. I'm kind of doing this whole loner thing where I sit aroud and work, and when I"m not working I play video games. Evidently video games wins out the battle ten out of nine times, not that I have to worry. You see, I"m a real estate investor, and I know my stuff, I've made it possible so that by the time I put on a bathrobe, walk down to the mail box and back i've made over a million dollars. Great isn't it?
So, my Ex and I are arguing and at this point he's gone to cursing at me in Russian to which I reply with German, our usual arguments. The difference? He's not here so it won't end up being a night in bed with him and waking up in the morning as if nothing happened. Did I forget to mention that we did live together a bit when he and I dated. Yeah, that happened. OH! Look, i'm doing something new! I've just slammed the phone off, Why is it that when we're mad we take it out on electronics, or doors, or walls? TELL ME WHY.
------------------------------------------To be Continued-------------------------------------------------
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