Story Time... Add your 3 lines

[kev ferrara]

Okay, here's a beginning to a story. Add the next 3 lines.. and then somebody else add the next 3 lines... and so on... Try to write it straight, rather than going for the easy snark or pythonesque surrealism. If a character is introduced or the scene is changed, that's the new reality and it must be accepted.

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Jack pulled the revolver from his desk drawer, stood and looked out his office window at the night time city.

It all looked so beautiful from up here; The glittering high rises, the snaking processions of headlights, the flashing beacons on the bridge... Even the clear black sky offered a sort of serenity...

[Burtzum]

It all reminded him of her.

The shimmering glass of the high rises were the sequins of her dress, the slithering traffic slowly twisted and turned as she did, and all around fell her pitch black hair.

For a moment he could feel her locks run across his fingers again.

[•Lindsay•]

Jack almost laughed out loud from the absurdity of it. It was all so obvious now, and it was pathetic how many years he had spent not knowing! She was tormenting him, disguising everything - encoding the communications in such seemingly harmless ways... the pattern of flickering street lights, the rust stains... she knew he couldn't tell them, it was all a plot to make him look crazy of course, ruin his credibility. It was perfectly reasonable that he should devote every waking hour into destroying her secret, it was only fair after all the years he had spent in futility.

Edit: I accidentally wrote four lines. I don't know what line to delete, you can just pretend one of them doesn't exist.

[James Kei]

Oh oh. Don't let Coro get a hold of this thread.

[Jacob Kobryn]

He continued to concentrate his efforts on his target. Countless hours of vigorous training had brought him to this fateful night. In the darkness he could feel his subject, calling out to him for the assassins bullet.

[•Lindsay•]

Steadying himself, he held his breath, and listened for the exact moment in between each heartbeat.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Startled, he knew that was not his heartbeat.

[Mungus]

A dull brass coloured impulse to tear her, through air and hair, spiralling and tumbling under the weight of guilt and anxiety, shattering into conflict with his compulsion to call her up and do the job in close quarters. The window explodes. His last thought moves to the back of his head.

[•Lindsay•]

"Yes, some of the fans will not appreciate it, but this leaves space for the rest of the characters to be developed," I explained without making eye contact. I'd had just about enough of my fans, following me everywhere. I closed the manuscript nervously.

[Jacob Kobryn]

"The artist has not yet sent the finished panels. I expect they will be quite fantastic. I discovered the young, talented woman who is illustrating the comic on a place called conceptart.org."

[Grief]

"Mr Manley are you talking to yourself again?" the intercom inquired from beyond the grasp of deep thoughts.

"BITCH I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME JACK" snapped Jason, fumbling for his groan button.

[Slash]

He stared up at the bird that was sitting on the pale greek goddess.

He felt as tho it should speak to him, but it didn't.

The stark contrast between the obsidian bird and the marble was keeping his eyes fixed.

[kev ferrara]

Jack trembled. The hallucinations were getting worse now, more confused, more disorienting by the day... the multitude of voices...

He steadied himself against the sheet of glass before him. The gun felt heavy in his hand.

As he closed his eyes, his thoughts calmed.

He had survived another episode.

He concentrated on his breath. The simplicities of sound...The clock, a distant car horn, his own heartbeat....

The rushing had stopped. Yes, he had survived.

He opened his eyes and gazed outward again. The city was still there, cold and lit, sprawling, the same as ever. A beautiful prison decorated by electricity and masonry. Same as it ever was.

He thought to himself as his eyes ranged over the view. Somewhere out there in all that concrete and pin light was Sabina. His nemesis. Sabina the deadly. The woman he killed for. The woman he would love, with all his heart, to kill.

But only she had the antidote.

He felt his body tensing at the thought. The antidote to his suffering. The cause of his suffering... Sabina.

His hatred heated his face quickly. And caused the widow to fog up in a circle, obscuring his beloved view.

He wiped the window clear again with his sleeve, until it was again invisible and the city plain as night. Above all he wanted clarity at this moment. Crystal clarity.

One more assassination, Jack thought, and then things are going to be different.

[Sepulverture]

As this last thought finished it's course through his brain a voice coming seemingly from nowhere whispered "or will it?"

Jack tensed, and wheeled around to face the owner of the voice, but found himself alone in the room.

"Will it really be different, Jack? Different like all the other times you've told yourself the exact - same - thing...?" the voice trailed off. Walking around the room, he soon realized that it was his own voice mocking him.

[alesoun]

Jack shuddered, and hugged himself. The strain was getting too much. He walked over to the coffee machine. Soon, the pressure would be released; soon his Revalation would arrive. If he could only keep it together until January....

[Robert.B]

As he stood In front of the old coffee machine patiently waiting for the familiar sound of Hot steaming Clarity poring into a thin paper cup, he noticed a small red dot on the wall just barely visible. As the steaming coffee pored into the thin brown cup Jack was completely oblivious as he began to raze his now trembling finger toward the ominous dot on the wall. His chest pounding and his ears ringing he could only reach toward it. It was as if he and his red tormentor were the only two things in existents.

[alesoun]

Was it a pen mark? Damn his habit of never being without a marker! If only he kept the tops on! He looked around uncertainly, and suddenly.......

[kev ferrara]

He realized it was a laser sight!

He whirled around. There was Cindy... holding him at point blank range .

"You ready to hit the road, Jack? Its getting late," she said.

"Put that fucking thing down. I'm tryin' to get some coffee."

"Yeah, you look like you need it."

[Robert.B]

He turned his gaze away from her gesturing toward the coffee cup, his heart racing he strained not to let her see his trembling hand. "Cindy you know you don't want to use that, especially on someone who knows you better then you know yourself" His voice broke slightly as he said it. Jack new he was testing her patients, and gambling with his own life. As he turned to see Cindy's disgruntled expression he was surprised to find a look of remorse in her eyes. "Cindy"!"put,..the gun....down". Jack chose his words choicely and made sure Cindy felt the authority in his voice as he said it.

[Stark]

And from out of no where, a rumble came. The place started to shake and tremble and Cindy dropped the gun.

"IT'S THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH!" came the thundering voice.

[Serpian]

This so has to be the topic for the upcoming comic of the week thingie.

[ciots]

---crit---
There's too many one-liner's in this story that it's starting to lose effect, try to build up the story a little bit lighter dudezz!
---/crit---

[Robert.B]

Cindy let her index finger slowly release its vice on the guns trigger. Her eyes never losing there focus on Jack as he took another sip of his coffee. Jack new of Cindy's talent with dealing death, hell she was the second best assassin he had ever been able to live and know, she was also the first to have a soft spot for him. "I new you were coming to town, but i just wasn't docking on you making a surprise entrance".

[Stark]

I won't remove my post Kev. Sorry. But I will do you one better and write a better one for you.

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"Ah, Jack. And here I thought you knew me better than most. I'm always a surprise," Cindy remarked, taking a seat on the opposite side of Jack. She placed the gun on the desk and unbuttoned her jacket. It had been cold out and the forecast called for a slight drizzle. Upon becoming more comfortable, Cindy looked at Jack more closely and noticed that he was staring at her intensely and shaking slightly.

[kev ferrara]

"You don't know why I'm here?" she asked.

"No, I don't." said Jack finishing the last drop of his Maxwell House.

"I'm having the halucinations too." She responded.

[Robert.B]

Jack walked over to an old wooden table sitting rather complacently in the middle of the cluttered Office. He reached for a what appeared to be a warn out stained notebook. Holding it out in front of him as if it were his torch of freedom, he walked back over to Cindy who now appeared
completely the opposite of the would be gun toting killer she was not but minutes prior.

[Blahm]

Jack hands the book timidly to Cidy and whispers, "have you ever heard of Tantra?".
Six hours of angry sex later the two emerge into the dark city.
"Lets do it up right tonight Jack" mutters Cindy, "I don't want to remember this tommarow".

[Robert.B]

The following morning jack is awakened by the sound of a slamming door. he jolts up right franticly looking around the unrecognized hotel room. His head was throbbing like he had been hammering nails with his forehead the night prior.As he his mind begins to recall the events which lead him to the hotel he realizes Cindy is know where in site. He reaches for his old tattered Levis and gains comfort in finding his wallet still there with his visa and 20 dollars still inside.

[SlowDaddie]

Suddenly, a midget wearing a gimp costume jumps out of the closet. With a twisted look in his eyes, he licks his lips and snaps his whip. "Daddie's here!" he chortles.

[Jacob Kobryn]

Jack jumped and scampered away from the closet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flicker near his wrist. He screamed as he peered down at his hand, blood drenched and covered with flesh-eating beetles.

A moment later he was in deep confusion. The midget and beetles had disappeared. He shut his eyes and pressed a fist to his throbbing forehead.

[Blahm]

20 min of lovemaking later Jack thinks to himself, "I have a problem, and i cant handle it on my own".
"I killed a midget with my whang yesterday doctor, and i think i left some sperm at the scene", Jack confers to his shrink, Doctor Gaylord Kluse.

[Robert.B]

you 3 suck lol

[Serpian]

Hey, Kev, Jake saved that piece of crazy there with the midget. I think that was pretty wanted.

[alesoun]

The buzz of voices grew louder. Jack screamed in anguish as pain pricked at his arm. The room receded into a white mist. Peace descended like a blanket.

The mists cleared, and there, looking down at him, was a woman who looked like a Chinese goddess.
"Where am I? What happened?"

"My name is Yukimo, Jack," said the vision. "you've been working way too hard, and Chance gave you some purple pills. He should have given you the green drink instead. I'm afraid you've had a bad reaction."

[Blahm]

It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Jack, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling barely relieved, Jack backhanded a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Ever so extemperaneously, he realized that his beloved desert eagle was missing! Immediately he called his parole officer, Cindy. Jack had known Cindy for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Cindy was unique. She was plucky though sometimes a little... annoying. Jack called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Cindy picked up to a very nervous Jack. Cindy calmly assured him that most disease-carrying chipmunks sneeze before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually wildly yawn *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Jack. Why was Cindy trying to distract Jack? Because she had snuck out from Jack's with the desert eagle only four days prior. It was a enticing little desert eagle... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Jack got back to the subject at hand: his desert eagle. Cindy sneezed. Relunctantly, Cindy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the desert eagle. Jack grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Cindy realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the desert eagle and she had to do it aimlessly. She figured that if Jack took the curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala), she had take at least two minutes before Jack would get there. But if he took the jack-o-lantern? Then Cindy would be ridiculously screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Cindy was interrupted by seven selfish nutrias that were lured by her desert eagle. Cindy belched; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling pleased, she randomly reached for her dull pencil and randomly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the jack-o-lantern rolling up. It was Jack.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Jack was out of the jack-o-lantern and went sassily jaunting toward Cindy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Cindy was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the desert eagle into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind her whale. Cindy was concerned but at least the desert eagle was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Cindy indiscriminately purred. With a hasty push, Jack opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive coke fiend in a pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Cindy assured him. Jack took a seat frighteningly close to where Cindy had hidden the desert eagle. Cindy yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Jack was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Cindy noticed a selfish look on Jack's face. Jack slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Cindy felt a stabbing pain in her scalp when Jack asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the desert eagle right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Jack's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's potatos from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Jack nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Cindy could react, Jack randomly lunged toward the box and opened it. The desert eagle was plainly in view.

Jack stared at Cindy for what what must've been three nanoseconds. A few freaknasty minutes later, Cindy groped earnestly in Jack's direction, clearly desperate. Jack grabbed the desert eagle and bolted for the door. It was locked. Cindy let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Jack,' she rebuked. Cindy always had been a little stupid, so Jack knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Cindy did something crazy, like... start chucking ninja stars at her or something. Ever so extemperaneously, he gripped his desert eagle tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Cindy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Jack. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Jack. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Cindy walked over to the window and looked down. Jack was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Jack was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Cindy's place. Jack had severely hurt his taint during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral nutrias suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the desert eagle. One by one they latched on to Jack. Already weakened from his injury, Jack yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of nutrias running off with his desert eagle.

About six hours later, Jack awoke, his fingernail throbbing. It was dark and Jack did not know where he was. Deep in the muddy disease-infested jungle, Jack was very lost. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he remembered that his desert eagle was taken by the nutrias. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enlarged nutria emerged from the secret vineyard. It was the alpha nutria. Jack opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the nutria sunk its teeth into Jack's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Jack's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than nine miles away, Cindy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the desert eagle. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' she cried, as she reached for a sharpened dull pencil. With a inept thrust, she buried it deeply into her armpit. As the room began to fade to black, she thought about Jack... wishing she had found the courage to tell him that she loved him. But she would die alone that day. All that remained was the desert eagle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant nutrias, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

[Samantha]

sorry i am shy .poor english damn

[ODISAP]

Voice:Hello

Jack opens his eyes. He could see a man. Dressed in a suit.
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That man: Wake up now, jack, wake up.

And suddenly the man fades away, and Jack now sees hills and forests and trees. Oh, how beautiful...

[Timmy the Turtle]

He then hears the voice of Gaylord Klause, the shrink: "You're more nuts than the freakin Chipmunks!" Jack realises he's back in the therapy room and the doc. starts dancind flamenco. This reminds Jack of the flamenco fetish he had when he was 9. So he starts dancing with the shrink. Each step turns him on even more. Near the climax of sexual dancing pleasure, the flesh eating bugs and the midget reappear in a corner of the room. The midget turns to him: "I love you Jack, but you're not my type! I like the cha-cha!"

[kev ferrara]

Suddenly, the door swings open and in cha-cha's the Cha Cha.

"My Love!" says the midget.

"After the limbo walked out on you," offered Jack, "I thought you'd never date a dance again.'

"My feet are small, but lusty," replied the midget kissing the Cha Cha on a shimmy.