So I’m sittin’ here at the computer pullin’ some very tasty pineapple/orange/lemon lime vape thru the old pass thru, while mindlessly perusing the ecig forums, getting a chuckle now and then and even subconsciously absorbing a bit of valuable data here & there, when I get this idea that I should start a thread that tells a story and then each poster could add to that story and then I’d come back and add the final chapter at some point in the future and not read it until then and I would get some entertainment value from the whole story at that time, while finding out what kind of creative, stream of consciousness folks share the V4L forum with me and how they might respond if I introduced this story with an amazingly tedious run-on sentence that goes against everything I ever learned in writing classes.
Rules:
1. don’t try to end the story. Keep it open ended. I’ll tie it up when I think it’s time.
2. don’t think too much. What I started I did off the top of my head.
3. you won’t be judged and you can’t be wrong. It will be what it becomes.
4. it doesn't have to be about vaping but it might have a vape here or there, just because we're on ecf.
5. Have fun!
Our story begins…..
So I’m sitting at my computer vaping a tasty pineapple/orange/lemon lime concoction that has me in mind of things tropical. The lingering vapor has me escaping into warm equatorial breezes. As I daydream, I see a man with with some kind of device in his hands moving along the beach in a zig zag motion while staring intently at whatever it is he’s carrying. As he gets closer, I’m able to determine that he’s using a metal detector. As he gets closer, I rise from my hammock and saunter towards him, with my rum punch and greet him with wave. He’s so focused on his task that he doesn’t notice me. “Nice day”, I say and he looks up startled, mumbling something under his breath. “Pardon me?”, I say curiously. “Did you say something?”. He stops in his tracks, looks me up and down and says, “What was that? I don’t speak daydream.” “Huhuh?”, I stammer. “Listen man, you’re making no sense. You’re not even here.” He whispers intently. I stop, look back toward the hammock and I can see, just past the hammock, through some kind of haze or vapor, the faint outline of a man sitting at a computer desk. There’s a small blue light moving near his face that strikes a chord of recognition in me. But all can think to myself is “k-mart?”. Now I’m trying to figure this thing out and am feeling a little disoriented when his metal detector starts making a funny squealing noise. He looks at me with a light of discovery in his eyes, moves the detector around until he appears satisfied, pulls out a rather large hunting knife that makes me flinch back, flips it with a quick motion into the sand and says, “This is where we dig!”.
to be continued... hopefully!
Rules:
1. don’t try to end the story. Keep it open ended. I’ll tie it up when I think it’s time.
2. don’t think too much. What I started I did off the top of my head.
3. you won’t be judged and you can’t be wrong. It will be what it becomes.
4. it doesn't have to be about vaping but it might have a vape here or there, just because we're on ecf.
5. Have fun!
Our story begins…..
So I’m sitting at my computer vaping a tasty pineapple/orange/lemon lime concoction that has me in mind of things tropical. The lingering vapor has me escaping into warm equatorial breezes. As I daydream, I see a man with with some kind of device in his hands moving along the beach in a zig zag motion while staring intently at whatever it is he’s carrying. As he gets closer, I’m able to determine that he’s using a metal detector. As he gets closer, I rise from my hammock and saunter towards him, with my rum punch and greet him with wave. He’s so focused on his task that he doesn’t notice me. “Nice day”, I say and he looks up startled, mumbling something under his breath. “Pardon me?”, I say curiously. “Did you say something?”. He stops in his tracks, looks me up and down and says, “What was that? I don’t speak daydream.” “Huhuh?”, I stammer. “Listen man, you’re making no sense. You’re not even here.” He whispers intently. I stop, look back toward the hammock and I can see, just past the hammock, through some kind of haze or vapor, the faint outline of a man sitting at a computer desk. There’s a small blue light moving near his face that strikes a chord of recognition in me. But all can think to myself is “k-mart?”. Now I’m trying to figure this thing out and am feeling a little disoriented when his metal detector starts making a funny squealing noise. He looks at me with a light of discovery in his eyes, moves the detector around until he appears satisfied, pulls out a rather large hunting knife that makes me flinch back, flips it with a quick motion into the sand and says, “This is where we dig!”.
to be continued... hopefully!
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