Write a story, one sentence at a time!

Just then, a shadow cast by the cruel morning sun rose up the wall, forming the vague outline of a man in a trenchcoat.

The figure stepped forward, allowing Sam to see it’s face, and Sam gasped “I know who you are!”

“Choo look like chit,” Jesus said as he handed Sam a bottle of Tylenol and a bottle of Jack

“Since when does Jesus rock a trenchcoat?” thought Sam.

However, Sam’s pondering of Jesus’ apparent change in choice of outer apparel came to a sudden end when he felt the cold metal of a Glock 17 pressed to his left temple.

Which could mean only one thing…the teenaged hooker was finally awake.

“Hey,” Jack enuncuated carefully, “You want the Tylenol for yourself, it is not a problem.”

“Fuck me,” Sam thought, “I’m so pissing-my-pants scared I can’t even remember my own fucking name.”

“I’ve already done that, and I didn’t enjoy it that much, buddy,” the teenage hooker said, reading his mind.

“Oh crap,” Sam thought, “She can hear my thoughts?”

He opened a junk drawer, feverishly groping until he found some battery clamps.

“Crap, what was that again?” thought Sam, googling quickly, “Aw yeah…Tenser, said the Tensor, Tension, apprehension and dissension have begun, let’s see that bitch get through my leet mindblock now, Tenser, said the Tensor, Tension, apprehension and dissension have begun…”

“Oooh…battery clamps!” she said.

It was really more of a squeal mused Sam, “Tenser, said the Tensor, Tension, apprehension and dissension have begun…”

“You are my bitch,” hissed the diminuitive harlot, “Jack, Sam, whatever your name is!”

“Your bitch?” croaked Sam, “I haven’t sat down all last week, and you want to make me your bitch AGAIN?”

But Sam couldn’t concentrate because he was busy wondering why the highly vaunted and literate posters of the Straight Dope Message Board haven’t seemed to be able to construct a more compelling (and linear) story for him to star in. :stuck_out_tongue:

The obviously annoyed hooker raised the pistol to fire, only to be knocked out by a swift blow to the head by Jesus, who had been staring, confused, at the odd ramblings of the troublesome twosome.

“Moses and Aaron on a stick!” ejaculated the Savior.

“I had a feeling this chick would be trouble,” commented Jesus as he dragged the now-unconscious teen hooker over to the couch.