Finish the Story

James Jay · Subject: Finish the Story Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:05 pm

This thread is for fun. Quote the story and add one sentence to the end. Let's see what you're made of. I'll start with a simple one.

It was a dark and stormy night.

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If all the world is a stage, then some roles should be recast.

"Always remember, no matter where you go, there you are."--Buckaroo Banzai

QuantumCowboy · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:52 pm

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

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~QC
"Acting is all about honesty... if you can fake that, you've got it down." --Oscar Wilde.
"You must unlearn what you have learned." --Yoda, Jedi Master.

James Jay · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:06 pm

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

_________________
If all the world is a stage, then some roles should be recast.

"Always remember, no matter where you go, there you are."--Buckaroo Banzai

QuantumCowboy · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Thu Jan 24, 2008 2:03 pm

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

Harry leaned back in his chair and mulled over his next move, drawing a cigarette from the pocket of his trenchcoat as he did so -- his favorite brand, Fatima. With a flick of his zippo and a puff of extra mild, insight came as it always did; there it was, the knife's maker, etched into to the steel blade: Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited. 23rd Street and Harbor. His least favorite part of town.

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~QC
"Acting is all about honesty... if you can fake that, you've got it down." --Oscar Wilde.
"You must unlearn what you have learned." --Yoda, Jedi Master.

James Jay · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Thu Jan 24, 2008 6:27 pm

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

Harry leaned back in his chair and mulled over his next move, drawing a cigarette from the pocket of his trenchcoat as he did so -- his favorite brand, Fatima. With a flick of his zippo and a puff of extra mild, insight came as it always did; there it was, the knife's maker, etched into to the steel blade: Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited. 23rd Street and Harbor. His least favorite part of town

since there was no Starbucks anywhere. Fatimas taste so much smoother with a Half-Cap Nonfat Espresso with a shot of Caramel, but hey, not every hard-boiled gumshoe can have everything he wants. He'd have to settle for a cup of joe at Joe's, the greasy spoon next door to Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited.

_________________
If all the world is a stage, then some roles should be recast.

"Always remember, no matter where you go, there you are."--Buckaroo Banzai

QuantumCowboy · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Fri Jan 25, 2008 10:23 am

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

Harry leaned back in his chair and mulled over his next move, drawing a cigarette from the pocket of his trenchcoat as he did so -- his favorite brand, Fatima. With a flick of his zippo and a puff of extra mild, insight came as it always did; there it was, the knife's maker, etched into to the steel blade: Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited. 23rd Street and Harbor. His least favorite part of town

since there was no Starbucks anywhere. Fatimas taste so much smoother with a Half-Cap Nonfat Espresso with a shot of Caramel, but hey, not every hard-boiled gumshoe can have everything he wants. He'd have to settle for a cup of joe at Joe's, the greasy spoon next door to Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited.

Twenty minutes and four dollars cab fare later, Harry was on the scene. It was quiet... yeah, a little too quiet. The harbor district was deserted, and no sound but the soft patter of rain on the oily streets greeted our hero as he sidled in through the door into the dingy diner known only as Joe's. The only three men inside, seated over coffee and a shared plate of fries, eyed him suspiciously. Harry's gut went cold.

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~QC
"Acting is all about honesty... if you can fake that, you've got it down." --Oscar Wilde.
"You must unlearn what you have learned." --Yoda, Jedi Master.

Tamitha · Neophyte Number of posts: 38 Registration date: 2008-01-19

Fries were his downfall, and he couldn't bear the thought of sharing them with anyone, including the blonde behind the counter.

QuantumCowboy · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:19 pm

tamitha wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

Harry leaned back in his chair and mulled over his next move, drawing a cigarette from the pocket of his trenchcoat as he did so -- his favorite brand, Fatima. With a flick of his zippo and a puff of extra mild, insight came as it always did; there it was, the knife's maker, etched into to the steel blade: Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited. 23rd Street and Harbor. His least favorite part of town

since there was no Starbucks anywhere. Fatimas taste so much smoother with a Half-Cap Nonfat Espresso with a shot of Caramel, but hey, not every hard-boiled gumshoe can have everything he wants. He'd have to settle for a cup of joe at Joe's, the greasy spoon next door to Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited.

Twenty minutes and four dollars cab fare later, Harry was on the scene. It was quiet... yeah, a little too quiet. The harbor district was deserted, and no sound but the soft patter of rain on the oily streets greeted our hero as he sidled in through the door into the dingy diner known only as Joe's. The only three men inside, seated over coffee and a shared plate of fries, eyed him suspiciously. Harry's gut went cold.

Fries were his downfall, and he couldn't bear the thought of sharing them with anyone, including the blonde behind the counter.

Blondes were his other downfall, and he couldn't bear the thought of sharing them with anyone either -- these men had to go. Harry reached inside his trenchcoat for his badge, but then stopped himself. Wait a minute, he thought to himself, one of these class-acts might know something. And deciding to take the low-key route, he let his hand fall from the badge, and sidled into the booth next to the three men, drawing another Fatima instead.

_________________
_____
~QC
"Acting is all about honesty... if you can fake that, you've got it down." --Oscar Wilde.
"You must unlearn what you have learned." --Yoda, Jedi Master.

James Jay · Subject: Re: Finish the Story Fri Jan 25, 2008 5:27 pm

QuantumCowboy wrote:

tamitha wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

QuantumCowboy wrote:

James Jay wrote:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Detective Harry Blighter eased back in his desk chair, eye bent on the clue before him; a knife, the ugly kind, glinting in the low light of his 52nd St. office like a shiny new nickel.

"Damn," he said out loud, even though no one was in his office, "that knife is sharp, in the same way a spoon isn't."

Harry leaned back in his chair and mulled over his next move, drawing a cigarette from the pocket of his trenchcoat as he did so -- his favorite brand, Fatima. With a flick of his zippo and a puff of extra mild, insight came as it always did; there it was, the knife's maker, etched into to the steel blade: Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited. 23rd Street and Harbor. His least favorite part of town

since there was no Starbucks anywhere. Fatimas taste so much smoother with a Half-Cap Nonfat Espresso with a shot of Caramel, but hey, not every hard-boiled gumshoe can have everything he wants. He'd have to settle for a cup of joe at Joe's, the greasy spoon next door to Harvey Carvey's Professional Cutlery and Other Cutting Things, Limited.

Twenty minutes and four dollars cab fare later, Harry was on the scene. It was quiet... yeah, a little too quiet. The harbor district was deserted, and no sound but the soft patter of rain on the oily streets greeted our hero as he sidled in through the door into the dingy diner known only as Joe's. The only three men inside, seated over coffee and a shared plate of fries, eyed him suspiciously. Harry's gut went cold.

Fries were his downfall, and he couldn't bear the thought of sharing them with anyone, including the blonde behind the counter.

Blondes were his other downfall, and he couldn't bear the thought of sharing them with anyone either -- these men had to go. Harry reached inside his trenchcoat for his badge, but then stopped himself. Wait a minute, he thought to himself, one of these class-acts might know something. And deciding to take the low-key route, he let his hand fall from the badge, and sidled into the booth next to the three men, drawing another Fatima instead.

"So," Harry breathed heavily, blowing smoke into the face of the first thug, the one with the eyepatch and tattoo that read 'Born to Raise Barns'. "Any of you third rate film noir uglies heard any good blonde jokes recently?"

_________________
If all the world is a stage, then some roles should be recast.

"Always remember, no matter where you go, there you are."--Buckaroo Banzai

Tamitha · Neophyte Number of posts: 38 Registration date: 2008-01-19

"A priest, a rabbi, and a blonde walk into a bar," he blurted out looking up at Harry.