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I say a sentence, and you add a sentence to create a story. It goes on and on and on again. I'll start, "Jenny woke up this morning and looked at the stranger beside her"...
 
I say a sentence, and you add a sentence to create a story. It goes on and on and on again. I'll start, "Jenny woke up this morning and looked at the stranger beside her"...

...wondering where all the blood on his side of the bed came from.


*This really belongs up in the Writer's Challenge forum.
 
The reek of sweat, stale sex, and the musty aroma of spilled alcohol assaulted Jenny's nose as she tried to make sense out of the wreckage of unconscious smiling people that littered her bedroom floor.


**Honestly? This is kind of cool!**
 
Looking again at the stranger in bed with her, Jenny now saw the bullet hole in his scull the splatter of brain matter on the pillow.
 
"What a great guy”, Jenny said to nobody in particular. “First a night of amazing mind-blowing sex and then breakfast in bed. The dude sure knew how to please a zombie-girl in every way that counts."

She put the gun down on the bedside table and started making her way to the kitchen in order to locate a knife and fork, when suddenly...
 
One of the seemingly unconscious bodies on the floor, a young man in his mid 20's sporting a sleep-matted beard, grabbed her cold flesh by the ankle and croaked, "Don't do it, Jenny! Fight the compulsion! Don't become one of them!"
 
“Well hello brother dear.” she cooed in a mock childish voice." You are still alive after all? How lovely. What strength you have.”

“Jen please… fight...”

Jenny knelt down and lifted his head up by grabbing a handful of hair. He reeled from her fetid breath as she kissed him lightly on the lips.

“You want me bad, don’t you Roy? You always did. Don’t even bother denying it. Every boy secretly dreams of doing naughty things to his big sister. Who were you thinking of when you lay masturbating in your dark and lonely room at night? Who were you imagining when fingering those easy sluts you dated in college? Who did you always yearn to penetrate with your long and hard spear of destiny?”

Royston felt her mouth close to his ear and shuddered with a mixture of revulsion and delight.

“I am here for you Roy.” she whispered." Go ahead. Please tell me about all the nasty things you would like to do to your beloved sister.”

Through an act of sheer willpower he...
 
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“Well hello brother dear.” she cooed in a mock childish voice." You are still alive after all? How lovely. What strength you have.”

“Jen please… fight...”

Jenny knelt down and lifted his head up by grabbing a handful of hair. He reeled from her fetid breath as she kissed him lightly on the lips.

“You want me bad, don’t you Roy? You always did. Don’t even bother denying it. Every boy secretly dreams of doing naughty things to his big sister. Who were you thinking of when you lay masturbating in your dark and lonely room at night? Who were you imagining when fingering those easy sluts you dated in college? Who did you always yearn to penetrate with your long and hard spear of destiny?”

Royston felt her mouth close to his ear and shuddered with a mixture of revulsion and delight.

“I am here for you Roy.” she whispered." Go ahead. Please tell me about all the nasty things you would like to do to your beloved sister.”

Through an act of sheer willpower he...

*Direction...ONE SENTENCE ONLY. Sure I could have written a book and ended the damn thing, but nooooo, I thought I go along.
 
Her real-life frustration is that all such as Michael Brown do not "get what [they] deserve[]." Geez, my apologies for posting.
 
She twisted it hard and immediately it ceased crowing and instead spurted a jet of fresh cold water into the sink. This was...
 
She felt a surge of cold which made her start fingering herself
 
... in her left ear. "I should go get me a pair of nice warm woolen socks," she thought and took...
 
... in her left ear. "I should go get me a pair of nice warm woolen socks," she thought and took...

...out her netbook to see what she could order online. But it defaulted to the last page, a selection of battery operated sex toys, and...
 
went down to the Pub. But she realised. . . .

...if he was drinking beer he would need to pee frequently. It would be far more controlling to fit his prick with the device after the Pub. He would promise anything to be allowed to pee...
 
... and if not... well, he would probably look good with yellow eyes. With a giggle she...
 
She wrapped herself in a towel and went dripping out into the hallway to get her phone. "Yeah?" she barked annoyed. "Jennyyy..." a rasping voiced said. It was...
 
She wrapped herself in a towel and went dripping out into the hallway to get her phone. "Yeah?" she barked annoyed. "Jennyyy..." a rasping voiced said. It was...

her Boss. He was a t great pains (and volume) to remind her that she was supposed to fill in today for an absent. . . .
 
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