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Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 3:36 pm
by Longhorned
Sentence by sentence. Let's see if we can finish this before 2030.
The draft of the narrative is in black.
Parts used in the narrative are in red.
Parts that are waiting to be placed in the narrative are in green. Connective material is needed to integrate these parts.
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By the time Gerald pulled into the arena parking lot, he had already lost his cell phone, an exceedingly rare bottle of bourbon, and two Japanese businessmen. It was at that point that Gerald realized his life would never be the same. You don't make this kind of a mistake twice in one lifetime. Not on Chlorine's watch.
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 4:02 pm
by scumdevils86
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It was at that point that Gerald realized his life would never be the same. You don't make this kind of a mistake twice in one lifetime.
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Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 6:08 pm
by gumby
Searching for a pay phone, Gerald, incredibly, found one. Or so he thought. It was actually a drive-thru coffee joint. "You can use my phone," the barista said, leaning over just enough to show Gerald that the day wouldn't be a total loss.
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 6:38 pm
by azcat49
As he reached into his pockets to provide a tip, he grabbed more than just money. With a sly grin he removed his hand and she gave him a knowing nod. He looked inquisitively at her phone with the attempt to slyly record her number.......
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 11:45 pm
by KillerKlown
...Beep! Beep! An inpatient customer in a 1972 ford fiesta with a custom paint job, annoyed by the 69 second interaction, started to turn red. Now out his car with no clothes just a scarf and a single hair on his head, he began to walk over with strides that were boulder than a clown with a bottle of meds...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 12:15 am
by KillerKlown
Surprisingly, Gerald did not take notice of the 350 pound man. Even the intimidating sounds of the spurs on the man's cowboy boots did not sway the 79 year old. As he mesmerizes the young, attractive women's phone number, a horrible, deafening screech comes from her mouth, "Machina!", she yells as she points...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 12:38 am
by KillerKlown
With a big, undescribable atrocity walking towards him, he doesn't know what to do. The ripples in the puddle getting bigger and bigger as it gets closer and closer. Across the street, the two lost Japanese businesses men yell in fear, "it's Godzilla!". Slam! Gerald is in great pain. The woman has quickly and without notice closed the window on his arm! He's in a panic! He will now have to fight the great beast with one arm. Suddenly, confidence over comes him! Or that's what he thinks. It's actually all the blood from his bonner quickly rushing to his head. A battle of biblical proportions, deciding the fate of all mankind is what will soon become of this small-time drive-tru window...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 1:10 am
by KillerKlown
Well Morgan Freeman sits in a close by tree narrating the soon to be battle..
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:27 am
by Longhorned
scumdevils86 wrote:----
It was at that point that Gerald realized his life would never be the same. You don't make this kind of a mistake twice in one lifetime.
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Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:28 am
by Longhorned
gumby wrote:Searching for a pay phone, Gerald, incredibly, found one. Or so he thought. It was actually a drive-thru coffee joint. "You can use my phone," the barista said, leaning over just enough to show Gerald that the day wouldn't be a total loss.
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:28 am
by Longhorned
azcat49 wrote:As he reached into his pockets to provide a tip, he grabbed more than just money. With a sly grin he removed his hand and she gave him a knowing nod. He looked inquisitively at her phone with the attempt to slyly record her number.......
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:30 am
by Longhorned
KillerKlown wrote:...Beep! Beep! An inpatient customer in a 1972 ford fiesta with a custom paint job, annoyed by the 69 second interaction, started to turn red. Now out his car with no clothes just a scarf and a single hair on his head, he began to walk over with strides that were boulder than a clown with a bottle of meds...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:31 am
by Longhorned
KillerKlown wrote:Surprisingly, Gerald did not take notice of the 350 pound man. Even the intimidating sounds of the spurs on the man's cowboy boots did not sway the 79 year old. As he mesmerizes the young, attractive women's phone number, a horrible, deafening screech comes from her mouth, "Machina!", she yells as she points...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:32 am
by Longhorned
KillerKlown wrote:With a big, undescribable atrocity walking towards him, he doesn't know what to do. The ripples in the puddle getting bigger and bigger as it gets closer and closer. Across the street, the two lost Japanese businesses men yell in fear, "it's Godzilla!". Slam! Gerald is in great pain. The woman has quickly and without notice closed the window on his arm! He's in a panic! He will now have to fight the great beast with one arm. Suddenly, confidence over comes him! Or that's what he thinks. It's actually all the blood from his bonner quickly rushing to his head. A battle of biblical proportions, deciding the fate of all mankind is what will soon become of this small-time drive-tru window...
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:34 am
by Longhorned
Not on Chlorine's watch.
Re: Collaborative Short Story
Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 6:52 am
by Gato Salvaje
Naked Scarf Man from the trapeze act.... Gerald thinkst to himself as the memories quickly started to flood back. The two Japanese businessmen must have stiffed him. Unhurriedly Gerald makes a mental note of the Barristas number and is further intrigued to find out her middle name is Chlorine..