Hi everyone!
I'd like to play a simple game for anyone interested: Let's write a story one sentence at at time. It can be as serious, or as silly, as we want. Let's also do our best to follow the rules of grammar and typography. I hope this will be a fun exercise for everyone involved.
Rules:
1. When posting, reply directly to the most recently posted message.
2. Avoid typos and grammatical errors. Do not post run-on sentences.
3. Do not edit your message after posting, unless you want to correct any typos or grammatical errors.
4. Wait at least one hour after posting a reply to let others have a chance.
5. Do not reply directly to yourself.
6. Adhere to the site rules and regulations (obviously).
I'll start:
John woke up early to start his Saturday morning routine.
Eggs, toast, coffee, and the news on the screen.
Then he brushed his teeth, all nice, white and clean.
John prided himself on his meticulous nature knowing that any misstep or mis-ordered action could lead his whole day into chaos.
'Other Ideas' was the pseudonym of the government agent assigned to survey him through his laptop's camera.
The agent, codenamed "Other Ideas", was in fact John's estranged six-year-old son, named Jason.
"How did a six-year-old end up a government agent?" You may be wondering
It turns out that the person who hired him has syphilitic insanity and thought Jason would be a great government agent at his age.
"You gotta start them early," the father of the government agent's leader would say.
Contemplating the bizarre nature of his predicament, John started to plan how to get his wife, Eos, back home.
He shaves his legs and the rest of his body, becoming completely hairless.
As he lay on the floor bleeding out from his wounds, he contemplated how nicely the blood worked as a shaving lubricant.
"I hate spiders, they creep me out, " he exclaimed as he dragged himself off the floor, noticing as he stood up that it felt like millions of the tiny things were crawling throughout his body under his skin.
"It's just the anemia," he said aloud, to no one in particular.
Eos contemplated divorce after he said that dumb line.
The poor Dutch idiot savant picked himself up and stumbled towards his car, fearing the wrath of his wife should he choose not to go to work.
His vehicle of choice was a 2010 Kia Soul with a bright red chrome wrap and a bumper sticker that said, 'HOT GIRLS HIT CURBS'.
Preferring the strange fantasy over reality, because he worked at the DMV, he wondered what his life would have been like if everything in that acid was real.
Reluctantly, he made his way outside and into his actual car--a 2024 Lamborghini Sterrato.
Suddenly a bright flash illuminated his surroundings as a meteor fell through the sky.
As it streamed through the sky, gloriously incandescent, John realized that the meteor was headed straight for him!
The object got closer, and John recognized it was not a meteor after all, but a spacecraft; Anticipation charged every cell of his being as he realized his dream of being abducted by aliens was coming to pass, and as the transporter dissolved his molecules he wished that the Ogre would also get the opportunity to share this experience.
Unfortunately for John, that metal table he was strapped to had an AI, and it interpreted his shouts as a command.
"You've been asleep for 400 years and the first thing you want is a dick?" The Ai continued with a strangely human tone, "I've been programmed to fulfill every request of the subject so I will comply to the fullest of my computerized abilities".
"What's the magnifying glass for?" John asked, innocently.
A voice in a tongue unfamiliar speaks loudly over an intercom interrupting the operation.