[PJJones]

Okay, authors, put your creative juices to the test! Ever written a chain story? It's where you write one sentence that contributes to the ongoing story. You can come back later and add another sentence, but you can't write back-to-back sentences. Let's see where this story goes! Below is the opening line. PJ


It came at me so fast, I barely had time to react.

 

[PJJones]

Fearing for her safety, I pushed Pam aside, and snatched the mailman's long, hot and smoking gun. 

 

[PJJones]

And when he threw down his cap and fake moustache, Pam gasped, "Congressman Weiner! What are you doing here? I've told you, though the virtual passion we shared was virtually my most euphoric Twitter experience, the virtual love we shared can be no more!"

 

[PJJones]

Pam's eyes watered over with unshed tears, as she sank to her knees on the floor. "I have something to confess," she said. "I've never liked pleather. In fact, I faked all those climatic pleather moments with you. I had no choice, don't you understand? Congressman Weiner has been blackmailing me with a dirty, dark secret." She ended on a sob, crying convulsively into the retro puke-green shag carpet.

 

[PJJones]

Until I'd remembered that was already holding Weiner's gun in my hand.

 

[PJJones]

My father, and lord and master, would not be happy to learn that I'd revealed my true identity to these mortals, which only left me with one option.

 

[PJJones]

"Actually, in case you've forgotten," Larry answered, "on my mother planet, gaunt, frail, balding, wrinkly, men with poor posture, are considered to be the ultimate sex gods. And we can only achieve maximum sexiness through marriage to many, many earth females." 

 

[PJJones]

But before I could decide my next move, Weiner had already transformed into a most frightening and grotesque creature.

 

[PJJones]

"I'm pondering taking some photos of Weiner and exposing his hidden ability to transform into a were-skunk-dolphin on Twitter," she said.

 

[PJJones]

"Yes," she said. "Perhaps America will understand his need to expose his human self on Twitter was really only a manifestation of anger and shame, since he has been forced to hide his true supernatural nature. Perhaps this way, he will be forgiven by his wife, the few dozen or so shocked and emotionally scarred college co-eds, his constituents and his political party. In fact, I think it's time we elected a were-skunk-dolphin to The White House."

 

[PJJones]

"You know?" Larry's deep, yet emasculated baritone was loud enough for my mother to hear. "I think in today's society, when people should be more open-minded toward other cultures, sexual orientations and religions, your mother should have taught you compassion toward deviant, adulterous were-skunk-dolphins. Immortals have feelings, too. Or have you forgotten? And that's not ice cream you're eating, by the way."