Okay, so, the idea hit me out of the blue one day, chose ten FB pages you belong to and write a story using the page names (underlined). It was interesting, try it, but review this first, please:)
"Your back early" Greg said as Catherine walked into the break room. He was sitting at the table reading a comic book. Sara was working on a crossword puzzle on the couch.
"Yeah, stupid man, chocking on a lifesaver, how ironic" she sighed, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Seriously? He chocked on a lifesaver, I thought the hole was there to prevent that" Sara commented.
"He decided to melt it down first, it filled in the hole" the blond explained.
"Well, sometimes, bad decisions equal good stories" Greg put in.
"Man, 3 wishes would be so great right now" Nicks voice wafted into the room as he walked in.
"Why?" Greg asked.
"Warrick forgot the first aid and Charlie bit me" he explained, holding up his hand, revealing a bite wound.
"Charlie?" Catherine questioned.
"The vics damn dog" he huffed, flopping onto the couch next to Sara. "Whats up with you guys?" he asked Greg and Sara.
"Bored of being bored because being bored is boring" Greg rambled. Suddenly he turned to face Sara "Guess what?"
"What?" she absently replied.
"Never mind."
"Dude, you cant just do that to me" Sara shook her head.
"Expect nothing, avoid disappointment" he solemnly told her. "Besides, I decided against telling the story" the youngest member of the team grinned.
"Why?" Nick asked.
"Cause we all know how it will end" he explained.
"How" Catherine ventured.
"Oh, c'mon, its common knowledge that ending a long story with 'and... yeah' is practically mandatory" he shrugged. The rest of the room just stared at him.
"Whatever" they all just sighed.
"Man, all cellphones should be waterproof" Warrick said as he walked into the room. He was dressed in one of the labs jumpsuits and his hair was still damp.
"Where did that come from?" Catherine questioned, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, after Nick was bitten by the Chihuahua, I fell into the pool" he admitted. Everyone laughed at that.
"How? Did the lap dog scare you too?" Catherine commented.
"No, I was trying to get something out of my pocket and didn't notice how close I was to the edge" he told them.
"What was it?" Greg asked.
"There was some money in the bottom of my pocket and I couldn't get it out" he explained even further. "The soaking sucked, but you gotta admit nothing beats finding money in your pocket."
So, review, please, ignore any typos, the word on my computer decided to shut down, so I'm currently working off of wordpad. About my other fics, umm, I'll try to get back onto those, but writers block, junior year, sports, and family drama is getting in my way. but reviews always help, so, please :)