Collaborative Short Story

[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.

[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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[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.

[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.......

[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...

[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...

[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...

[KillerKlown]

Well Morgan Freeman sits in a close by tree narrating the soon to be battle..

[Longhorned]

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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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[Longhorned]

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.

[Longhorned]

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.......

[Longhorned]

...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...

[Longhorned]

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...

[Longhorned]

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...

[Longhorned]

Not on Chlorine's watch.

[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..