Tuesday by Measer

Welcome to my story or as I like to call it untitled EE story that I wrote on my iPod while riding the bus to work. I got to keep myself amused some how. It took about a month to write this. I hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed writing it :D

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Chapter One

It was all a dream. Bah, that's a cliche start to a story.

"So what are you gonna write?"

"I don't know. I have to write something. If I don't finish this assignment, I'm gonna fail for sure."

"Well, they say write about stuff you know."

"Who says?"

"I don't know, they?"

"But who are they? Are the martians, aliens, or vampires?"

"Martians and aliens are the same! And really vampires? Stop being retarded. Just write something."

"I'm trying. it doesn't help that you're breathing down my neck."

"How about that time when you know... Or that time when you was little and stuff happened..."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to help."

"Well stop. It's becoming annoying. Like that time that guy with the newspaper kept following me around."

"Well there you go. Write about that. They say the best fiction starts with a bit of truth."

"There you go again with the they thing again. Who are they?"

"Wait. You never told me what happened to your face."

"Oh yeah. You see, what had happen was..."

Well, this is an interesting predicament, being tied to a chair with a stalker who caries a newspaper, by guys who want to kill me.

"Who are you again?"

"My name is Gary. Gary Hobson."

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you."

"So, you are just coincidentally everywhere I am?"


"Well I don't believe in coincidences I say your stalking me."

"For the last time, I am not stalking you. I was trying to help."

"Help with what? Getting me tied to a chair?"

"I was trying to prevent that."

"How did you know I was getting tied to a chair today?"

"I didn't know you were going to get tied to a chair."

"But, you just said you were trying to prevent that."

"I knew you were going to be in trouble."


"Why does that matter?"

"That's just great. A question with a question."

"Are you always this sarcastic?"

"Only when I'm tied to a chair."

Gary let oh a frustrated breath. I suppose I should be nicer to him. He tried to help me get away. We actually got a good distance away, but we zigged when we should have zagged, and got caught.

And now we are tied to a chair-

Wait, wait, let me back up a bit, to the beginning of the day...