I start a story and you continue in the comments where the last person left off. I provide a setting, characters and the start of a plot. Together we create a story that would ordinarily be unimaginable.
NUMBER your posts to keep these more organized for compiling. Warning coarse language.
The deafening sound of the engine reving at maximum RPM is barely enough to drown out the sirens that echo through the freeway. "Hurry it up! GO Faster faster!" the passenger scolds as she cocks a pistol. "If we don't get outa here, its you. You go down," she continues, gun held against the drivers head.
The city lights glaze over JOHN's (30s) face as fast as they appear. They must have be doing 120 miles per hour as they weave in and out of traffic. "Get the fucking gun out of my face, we wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't take so long!" John shouted as he cranks the wheel and the car runs up onto the shoulder of the highway.
CANDICE (20s), sits in the passenger seat. She pulls off her balaclava, letting her long luscious hair fall, she lowers the pistol, "Just get us out of here..." she squeals as John cranks the hand break and sends the car into a spin. He drives against the flow of traffic and forces the car up an on ramp, taking the curve at max speed as the police zip by.
John takes the car into an underground parking garage, they exit the vehicle, wiping down the handles, leaving not a trace of evidence. "What about him?" Candice points into the back of the car with the pistol, "What do we do with the body?"
A man's corpse lays motionless in the back seat, his face is indistinguishable except for the cause of death. A point blank shot blew his skull wide open.
FLASHBACK - Early afternoon, John is skulks in the shadows of a parking garage in the distillery district. He see's a man exit a fancy sports car, fumbling with his bag, keys and coffee. John takes the opportunity to commandeer the vehicle, as his partner, DAVE (40s) right behind him, and wearing the same suit as the corpse in the back seat knocks the man out and draggs his limp body out of sight.
"Candice is going to fuck us over you know John? She is going to try and rip us off, lady has got a bad rap, she's a black widow." John takes a deep breath, calculating his response to Dave, "She...
6 * John drove white-knuckled. He hated Adam Weishaupt Boulevard under the best of conditions, and this wasn't even closenotreally didn't want to know. Some things were best left untouched. to being best of conditions territory. He could feel his #yunk power surging. Now would be a good time for it to manifest itself. The papers were filled with speculation about exactly what had happened that night three weeks ago on the North Side when his #yunk power had spiked. God knew how Candice had dealt with that situation. John
Dave couldn't drop it though. Kept on talking. Mostly about his fear of what Candice might do, rather than what she might say.
Sweet Jeebus, thought John. The poor bastard still has no idea what Candice is capable of.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned factory, John noticed...
... "Is my lover and you watch your fu***ng mouth! I don't care about her past but we are in love!" John was waving his gun in Dave's face and noticed his veins a glowing red from the base of his sleeve. He quickly pulled his sleeve down to cover in hopes Dave had not noticed.
He did not know how but it was speculated that he was transferred its power after a meeting 6 months previous with an old friend named Elliot.
John knew of the rumors surrounding Candice, but he felt because of his "abilities" his and her relationship was different. He had been infected with a strange force known as #yunk . Elliot had spoken much about the powers of #yunk and how it had saved his life...
3 Dave couldn't let it go. Dave was sure that Candace would take all the money and leave himself and John to face the inevitable consequences. Dave didn't understand "yunk", but he did understand that the plan that he, John and Candice were carrying out could land him in jail, or dead. He wasn't risking that. He took out his own gun, pointed it at John and demanded for Candice to be taken "out.
4
John see's Dave's gun in his face. His mind went blank for a moment from the shock of Dave pointing his gun at him.
John, after regaining his composure, tells Dave: " Are you really going to point that at me? NOW OF ALL TIMES? Put the fucking gun down Dave."
Dave knew at that moment, that John wasn't the man he once knew.
He had lost his friend in that moment. His partner in crime. Their brotherhood had fallen. Dave lowered the gun. He knew it from that point that this plan probably didn't involve him in Candice's eyes and that John had been taken over by her charm.
John just wanted the plan to go off without a hitch. He didn't understand why Dave was losing his cool. He had never seen the man so agitated.
The silence broke from...
5 The silence broke around em. It fell like a heavy blanket. Till this moment John didn't know he was holding his breath. Candice. Candice will make it better ... she will fix this. With a long exhale some of the pressure and anxiousness left him.
"Come on. We have the bag ... the plan is moving as it should. We ain't got time for this. Lets calm down and meet Candice."
Daves forhead was beaded with cold sweat. He ungined his jaw only to shut it back again. I could see his jaw muscles working in a slow and firm rhythm.
"Dave ... come on. Please. At least sit in the damn car and we can talk it over on the drive."
I could see the calculation running in his eyes. He gave me a short nod and used his shirt to wipe of the sweat. I looked round the garage to make sure noone came by in this time and started the engine. Yes, Candice. Candice will make it all better.
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Nothing to see here ,carry on .
dude lets steer away from other peoples content ideas or creation. I run this to push your creative limits. I want to read your writing style and what you can come up with
It was joke a joke , don´t worry
then you hi-jacked the post. SMH
What would life be without some humor, huh?
well if you think it was funny i guess that's what matters right. I encourage you to participate but if you don't want to what ev's
Sadly , cannot delete a comment with replies. Just ignore them . Carry on with the great story .
lol its all good!