Thread to Write a Story Using One Sentence Per Post

Fourteen days to Chistmas, but the surroundings looked the same as any other time of the year - there was to be no knock on the door, no children laughing, no pulling of crackers - it was all over now.

The End
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"Poor gentlemen, very poor indeed."

Professor McTavish was once again extremely disappointed in his creative writing class' efforts to begin a short story.

"They are, of course, 'text book beginings'" he told the assembled layabouts who passed for literature students in the 21st century.

"Indeed, too textbook.

One is defeated by the writer's eagerness to set up as many questions in as short a space as possible; the other is simply boring.

I suggest, gentleman, we start again."

For a long time I used to go to bed early.

(that one's for Ross Blackman)

'V' sat facing the entrance to Marylebone station, clutching the black leather briefcase to his chest, his nervous gaze flitting back and forth to the taxi rank outside.

Would anybody spot that he was in fact a lizard from another planet sent to drain the earth of all its water.

And what was the evil entity which had just planted this absurd thought in his mind?

"Good God not mind controlling alien lizard invasion again" thought McTavish, wondering if this particular obsession was unique to Norwich FE College or a feature of all second-rate creative writing courses.

The Buyer studied the taxis lined up before him closely, checking for any signs of aftermarket modifications.

--------- Think we're cooking on gas here boys. This could be a bestseller. Keep it up. But if it goes into print whose name would go on the cover and how would we split the profits.-------

BTW This is just a comment not the next line of the story. That would be totally absurd.

The Seller studied The Buyer thinking the aftermarket modifications would not be visible from such a cursory inspection, being, as they were, discreet.

cheers

Nigel

And then the Buyer took out his CELL phone in it's Padded cover and asked his team of specialists "Chaps - which one should it be"..

Derek

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McTavish noted with approval that one of his students had at least to managed some semblence of real horror by introducing the idea of a riced up Skoda ferrying people around Staffordshire.

Answering the call the aliens breathed a collective sigh; <oh not him again...> thought the hive-mind.

"Don't ask us " said the team of specialists "us lizards are only interested in catching flies and world domination"

Domf got up from his couch for the first time in what seemed days to cross the bare room to the door, barely noticing the glinting taxi light pulled up on the wet pavement outside.

His flashbacks to the days when he was the lead singer with his intergalactic touring band were on the wane and the dark days of that popular beat combo were well behind him now.

"So, Marco" said McTavish "do you think this toy car has a valid Hackney licence?"

cheers

Nigel

But while Marco and McTavish were innocently debating the finer points of the Hackney Carriage rulebook, the baleful lizards from the planet anaM were beginning to put into action their fiendish plans for world domination...