Let's write a story

[campy]

So I thought this might be a fun game...

The idea is you write a maximum of 5 lines to add to whatever story we start, I guess I have to go first...here we go...


The day started off on an even keel, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, no one expected the day to unfold as it did. Dr Franklin had his normal rotation of paranoid mothers and runny nosed kids, his day was nothing out of the ordinary, that is until until 3pm. Dr Franklin was having a strong cup of coffee for the final push of the days workload, 2 more hours and he'd be on the road to his cottage up in the lakes. Little did he know that he would never go back to that quiet retreat and how his life, and everyone else's, would be changed for ever.

[Brent00]

Let's write a story. . .

Not to throw water on your idea, but . . . Let's not.

(Sorry, but just couldn't resist the retort.)

[campy]

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well ok then....no stories...i'm taking my crayons and i'm going home....resist the retort please hahahaahh

[DWarrior]

Dammit, now I can't resist a torte

[Sparrow]

She walked in; her heels in a slow series of clicks shot white hot liquid electricity down his spine that pooled cold and sweaty into his palms. The room went silent.

[hellbent]

She was wearing the size 25 clown shoes again.
The room burst into laughter.
"JERRY! JERRY!" the TV shouted!

Nurse Samantha turned off the television set. Accross the room Dr Franklin shook his head. They lost another patient.
As Dr Franklin and Nurse Samantha left the room, the 'dead' patient on the bed stirred and moaned....

[John Galt]

"Damnit, Nurse!" said Franklin, "No more acid in the coffee! It's far too distracting."

"Sorry doctor" said the nurse, demurely.

"It's alright," Franklin said, "as long as we're both tripping; we'd better take the afternoon off."

"Why don't we go to the beach, Doctor? You are always so entertaining to watch collecting seashells when you're hallucinating ballz!"

[DWarrior]

"This time, try to have the Kevorkian out of here before the pro-lifers show up," he said to the receptionist on the way out.

He knew the policy wasn't very humane, but Patient #0582 was given two weeks notice to raise the money. After all, this was a business, and oxygen wasn't cheap, not like back home.

[Jo_Culprit]

Franklin stared pensively at his burgundy BMW. His ex-wife had picked the color, he had always hated it but put simply stomached the choice at the time.

Under the haze of acid Franklin saw everything he had come to associate with damnation in his car. Plumes of hellfire seemed to ripple outwards from the gravel and engulf it.

"How did the Pro-lifers miss this", Franklin said gruffly under his breath.

"Maybe they didn't miss it, I see your game you fiendish implement of autmotive transportation, I see your game".

"You drove over those Pro-lifers and ate their corpses didn't you demon car! and now what, you stare at me with those fucking headlights and mock my existence! As it I was your play thing and not your master!".

It suddenly occured to Franklin that he could simply ride a unicorn home, and that he didn't need this fucken car and its uppity attitude.

[Rhian]

With that, he got his unicorn, ready for battles if any more protesters tried to get in his way.

No mercy this time. None.

Against what was his choice, the unicorn started playing the battle hymn, Blow, by Ke$ha.

"Fuck. I hate that I like this. Okay Van Der Dead, let's go."

Again, not knowing yet that this was life changing. He still had to get to the lake.