Thread to Write a Story Using One Sentence Per Post

Mr Toy thought to himself,

"Hmm, that radar and laser detector was money well-spent, only 70 quid off Ebay,"

as for SPECS on the M4 he knew it was all just a hoax.



Regards,

Steve.

Unfortunately though you always get what you pay for and eventually a fault with the radar would turn into a makeshift death beam that boiled Jeremy Clarkson's face off when he came to open a Tescos in Stafford.

"Ssso, Missster Toy" began the Buyer; "do you fansssy a ssspot of dinner before we reach the sssity of Ssswindon?"

Agent Toy smiled wanly as he reached for the ejector seat button - he knew how to deal with "difficult" fares...

Toy pressed down hard on the ejector seat button only to hear the soothing tones of his taxi's on-board computer voice respond with the message "Warning ejector seat disabled, passenger is not wearing seatbelt"

Petrikovich pressed the chloroform soaked handkerchief to Natasha's face, then held her limp, yet surpringly*******, form gently as the black sedan pulled alongside.

*** edited to preserve good taste

Marvin, the paranoid android (now standard equipment on all Golf based platforms) grimaced to himself once more “Brain the size of planet and all I get asked to do is eject this, eject that, and how to avoid traffic jams – I wish I was dead”.

Meanwhile in Swindon under the attention of Mike and a feather duster the newly unwrapped “Greek” God was starting to sparkle and shine; he had no idea the RFID chip implanted in the heel of the statue was leading the Metropolitan Police Antiquities squad directly to his front door.

Roy

AS the Buyer was positioning the "body" of Mediterranean extraction on the LOriwhatsit plinth he noticed that the label on the bottom of the statue was a Blue circle with the word

"Lika"

and not the Red circle he expected to find containing the word

"Leica"

he had been duped - he had a fake

The British Museum had shipped the original statue back to the mediterranean country that it rightfully belonged to and had replaced all the statues with plastic imitations.

Derek

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Following the popular success of face boiling Clarkson, the Blair government ordered the same fate for all those deemed more annoying than Mick Hucknall starting in Swindon.

Experience the emotional gamut as it all takes place on the back lot at ealing studios

The buyer looked deep into the eyes of the taxi driver.

"Why does my life suddenly feel like it was scripted by the same guys who faked the moon landings for NASA?", he asked.

Agent Toy switched on his turbo windscreen wipers and watched with satisfaction as the Buyer was launched into the air.

Meanwhile, back in Swindon, Professor McTavish was enunciating his theories on collective creative works, apparently unaware of either the minor detail that the lecture theatre was quite empty or the somewhat less minor detail that he was now dead. "You see" he explained, "there is almost always a terminal loss of continuity if each person writes exactly one sentence. If, however, each contributor finishes..."

[This message was edited by JeremyD on WEDNESDAY 17 December 2003 at 00:32.]

"...the previous contributor's last sentence, writes a complete sentence and then writes an unfinished sentence for the next contributor to finish then some degree of continuity is almost unavoidable."

"That's all very well" replied the Buyer (who thanks to an implausible plot device was now in telepathic contact with his former victim). "But I suspect the ruler of this artificial universe, Matthew the Guardianista, would say..."

This isn't really working is it and perhaps we should go back to counting postings.

How strange thought the Buyer that Matthew Guardianista would say that, unless the portal to the multiverses was receiving multiple meaningless postings instead of the planned invasion armmy of lizards. The buyer turned to the proffessor for confimation, who replied.....

.."Well spank my nether regions, its time for lunch!".

Over a nice pheasant meal, the Buyer pondered buying either a Merc W 124 or a Mazda RX 8, although a Seat Leon seemed strangely alluring.