1-sentence story thread!

[lucky-E-leven]

Inspired by jmt's ever popular 3-word story thread, some of us insomniacs here at the AH thought we'd like to begin a story including entire sentences. Our hands have been tied by a trio of words for too long and we're looking for complete thoughts. There will be no minimum or maximum number of words, but try and be reasonable.

Also, in order for people to enjoy the story in its entirety it would be nice for you to copy and paste the entire story from the previous post to your new post and add your sentence at the bottom of it. This will encourage some sort of flow and should make for an interesting collaboration.

I'll go first



The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace.

 

[shereads]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace.

As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today.

But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down.

 

[Boxlicker101]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace.

As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today.

Even so, as a lover of moisture, Jasmine would have much preferred to have been outside in the rain than inside the car.

 

[shereads]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today.

But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down.

Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada.

 

[Boxlicker101]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear.

 

[Boxlicker101]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.


Good night, ladies. I will resume tomorow.

 

[shereads]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..."

Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms.

 

[Icingsugar]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms. Bruce, slightly annoyed by the commotion, stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to glare at the intruder of his peaceful morning trot.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms. Bruce, slightly annoyed by the commotion, stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to glare at the intruder of his peaceful morning trot.

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him.

 

[Icingsugar]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms. Bruce, slightly annoyed by the commotion, stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to glare at the intruder of his peaceful morning trot.

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him.

Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty.

 

[shereads]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms. Bruce, slightly annoyed by the commotion, stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to glare at the intruder of his peaceful morning trot.

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty.

Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy."

 

[lucky-E-leven]

The persistent swish of the windshield wipers was putting Jasmine to sleep as traffic crept along at a snail’s pace. As a snail, Jasmine had never enjoyed traffic very much until today. But last night she had experienced her first multiple and even grid-lock could not get her down. Several days later, Jasmine galloped the final thirty-five inches into the supermarket parking lot and read her employer's shopping list: "Butter, fresh garlic, French bread, escargot..." Her eyes grew wide and she was just opening her mouth to rail about her employer's requests when a large shadow developed overhead and in an instant her life was snubbed out by Prada. Just before she died, she asked "Who is Prada?"

The woman exiting the grocery store swore loudly upon the crunching beneath her shoes and proceeded to smear poor Jasmine's remains along the asphalt to clean her gorgeous and expensive footwear. Jasmine's loss, however, was the ants' gain.

Less than a year ago, the Prada pumps - which were lipstick-red, with a practical yet sexy two-inch "kitten" heel - had been the smooth but intriguingly textured underbelly of a young Australian crocodile we'll call Bruce.

Bruce was slithering along one day, minding his own business when suddenly a beautiful and large breasted blonde leapt from the cattails, landing right on his back and encircling his chest with her arms. Bruce, slightly annoyed by the commotion, stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to glare at the intruder of his peaceful morning trot.

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty. Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy." Formerly known as Bindy, Brenda really knew how to turn on a wily croc.

 

[shereads]

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty. Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy." Formerly known as Bindy, Brenda really knew how to turn on a wily croc.

"Croiky," cried Bruce, "This is dangerously close to a beastiality story."

 

[Remec]

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty. Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy." Formerly known as Bindy, Brenda really knew how to turn on a wily croc.

"Croiky," cried Bruce, "This is dangerously close to a beastiality story."


Brenda laughed and shook her long, luxurious hair as she drew forth a long knife,"You should be so lucky, mate."

 

[SensualCealy]

Impailing Bruce, just below the jaw, Bindy smiled , if only her father knew she hated live crocs with a passion, thinking of how many pairs of shoes a croc this size would produce.

 

[pixiesjuice]

Impailing Bruce, just below the jaw, Bindy smiled , if only her father knew she hated live crocs with a passion, thinking of how many pairs of shoes a croc this size would produce.

Also keeping in mind that she would have to remove Bruce’s spectacularly engorged bollocks, they were a highly prized and sought after aphrodisiac used to ward off impotency and genital warts, sacred to the people of the Hahaha tribe who were currently claiming squatters rights in the oval office of the Whitehouse.

 

[Remec]

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty. Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy." Formerly known as Bindy, Brenda really knew how to turn on a wily croc.

"Croiky," cried Bruce, "This is dangerously close to a beastiality story."

Brenda laughed and shook her long, luxurious hair as she drew forth a long knife,"You should be so lucky, mate."

Impaling Bruce just below the jaw, Bindy smiled, if only her father knew she hated live crocs with a passion, thinking of how many pairs of shoes a croc this size would produce.

Also keeping in mind that she would have to remove Bruce’s spectacularly engorged bollocks, they were a highly prized and sought after aphrodisiac used to ward off impotency and genital warts, sacred to the people of the Hahaha tribe who were currently claiming squatters rights in the oval office of the Whitehouse.

Where, even as Brenda busily bobbited Bruce, the chief of staff was conferring with an aborigine expert on how they might regain control without creating an international incident.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Where, even as Brenda busily bobbited Bruce, the chief of staff was conferring with an aborigine expert on how they might regain control without creating an international incident.

The chief of staff had the IQ of your average dishwasher.

 

[shereads]

The hostile blonde wrestled him ashore where, of all things, she began tickling him. Because this, laidies and gentlemen, was not your ordinary run-of-the-mill bimbo, but the fabulous Brenda Busty. Brenda happened to be the now-grown daughter of television's famed Crocodile Hunter, so naturally she was "croc savvy." Formerly known as Bindy, Brenda really knew how to turn on a wily croc.

"Croiky," cried Bruce, "This is dangerously close to a beastiality story."

Brenda laughed and shook her long, luxurious hair as she drew forth a long knife,"You should be so lucky, mate."

Impaling Bruce just below the jaw, Bindy smiled, if only her father knew she hated live crocs with a passion, thinking of how many pairs of shoes a croc this size would produce.

Also keeping in mind that she would have to remove Bruce’s spectacularly engorged bollocks, they were a highly prized and sought after aphrodisiac used to ward off impotency and genital warts, sacred to the people of the Hahaha tribe who were currently claiming squatters rights in the oval office of the Whitehouse.

Where, even as Brenda busily bobbited Bruce, the chief of staff was conferring with an aborigine expert on how they might regain control without creating an international incident.

The chief of staff had the IQ of your average dishwasher.

Meanwhile, back at the supermarket parking lot where the young snail Jasmine had met her demise, the owner of the Prada pumps was in consultation with her attorney and the Snails, Slugs & Slime Trail Antidefamation Society were on the phone with the chief of staff's secretary, Corinne Dubois.

 

[Honey123]

The chief of staff had the IQ of your average dishwasher.

Meanwhile, back at the supermarket parking lot where the young snail Jasmine had met her demise, the owner of the Prada pumps was in consultation with her attorney and the Snails, Slugs & Slime Trail Antidefamation Society were on the phone with the chief of staff's secretary, Corinne Dubois.

"Listen, Ms. Dubois, I don't give a croc's ass that the chief of staff is busy, put him on the damn phone now." Bending over, the owner of Prada took off her gorgeous pump and scrapped Jasmine's remaining skin and blood onto the edge of the curb.

"Dammit, someone get me a tissue!!" She exclaimed.

The silver remains making a streak across the ground, glittering in the sunlight.

 

[shereads]

The chief of staff had the IQ of your average dishwasher.

Meanwhile, back at the supermarket parking lot where the young snail Jasmine had met her demise, the owner of the Prada pumps was in consultation with her attorney and the Snails, Slugs & Slime Trail Antidefamation Society were on the phone with the chief of staff's secretary, Corinne Dubois.

"Listen, Ms. Dubois, I don't give a croc's ass that the chief of staff is busy, put him on the damn phone now." Bending over, the owner of Prada took off her gorgeous pump and scrapped Jasmine's remaining skin and blood onto the edge of the curb.

"Dammit, someone get me a tissue!!" She exclaimed.

The silver remains making a streak across the ground, glittering in the sunlight.

At the White House, Corinne put her hand over the phone and whispered to her boss, "Janet Jackson is on the line for you, sir."