No Name Masterpiece...

[theflamingred]

Anyone do this as a kid on very, very long coach trips? Everyone takes it in turns to write a couple more lines of the story and then passes it on?

If anyone would like to join in, please carry it on (lest I be left in here whittering to myself).

*** Start ***

Another day, another dawn. The sun was shining, the cockerel crowed and Sid grimaced as he realised he'd fallen asleep in his allotment shed, again.

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[gota quid]

Another day, another dawn. The sun was shining, the cockerel crowed and Sid grimaced as he realised he'd fallen asleep in his allotment shed, again his phone was ringing he picked up the device from the oil drum he had been using as a night stand and looked at the caller Id. Now what could she want........

 

[db]

Another day, another dawn. The sun was shining, the cockerel crowed, and Sid grimaced as he realised he'd fallen asleep in his allotment shed again. His phone was ringing; he picked up the device from the oil drum he had been using as a night stand and looked at the caller Id. Now what could she want?

He chucked the phone to one side, not even bothering to cancel the call. She could wait. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the corpse lying next to him. Dave's limp body was already starting to attract flies, and the familiar coppery smell of blood was thick in the air. Sid puffed his cheeks and let out a long breath as he contemplated what to do next.

 

[theflamingred]

Another day, another dawn. The sun was shining, the cockerel crowed, and Sid grimaced as he realised he'd fallen asleep in his allotment shed again. His phone was ringing; he picked up the device from the oil drum he had been using as a night stand and looked at the caller Id. Now what could she want?

He chucked the phone to one side, not even bothering to cancel the call. She could wait. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the corpse lying next to him. Dave's limp body was already starting to attract flies, and the familiar coppery smell of blood was thick in the air. Sid puffed his cheeks and let out a long breath as he contemplated what to do next.

"Ah nuts. This is the last time I let you talk in me in another one of your escapades." Sid nudged Dave's limp and bloated corpse with the tip of his Hush Puppied foot. "Yer was a sod when you was a nipper, and yer never changed."

 

[gota quid]

Another day, another dawn. The sun was shining, the cockerel crowed, and Sid grimaced as he realised he'd fallen asleep in his allotment shed again. His phone was ringing; he picked up the device from the oil drum he had been using as a night stand and looked at the caller Id. Now what could she want?

He chucked the phone to one side, not even bothering to cancel the call. She could wait. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the corpse lying next to him. Dave's limp body was already starting to attract flies, and the familiar coppery smell of blood was thick in the air. Sid puffed his cheeks and let out a long breath as he contemplated what to do next.

"Ah nuts. This is the last time I let you talk in me in another one of your escapades." Sid nudged Dave's limp and bloated corpse with the tip of his Hush Puppied foot. "Yer was a sod when you was a nipper, and yer never changed."

could the allotment use a little more fertalizer, it was early spring and no one would think it that suspicious to see sid digging in his allotment patch, and it would be 12 months until any bones would be uncovered . could sid do this i mean Dave had been a great friend

 

[Moley]

.....but first I must evacuate my bowels in that large flower pot as the chicken tika I had last night is playing havoc with my irritable bowel syndrome........what a life......

 

[Jheych]

He chucked the phone to one side, not even bothering to cancel the call. She could wait. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the corpse lying next to him. Dave's limp body was already starting to attract flies, and the familiar coppery smell of blood was thick in the air. Sid puffed his cheeks and let out a long breath as he contemplated what to do next.

"Ah nuts. This is the last time I let you talk in me in another one of your escapades." Sid nudged Dave's limp and bloated corpse with the tip of his Hush Puppied foot. "Yer was a sod when you was a nipper, and yer never changed."

could the allotment use a little more fertalizer, it was early spring and no one would think it that suspicious to see sid digging in his allotment patch, and it would be 12 months until any bones would be uncovered . could sid do this i mean Dave had been a great friend

More to the point thought Sid "I am frikken starving!" friend or no friend there's more than a snackette lying there and it had been a long time since anything like a decent meal had passed his lips . Well apart from those very very strange mushroomy things he had a clear recollection of swallowing early the previous day . That was the trouble with working D unit undrcover you had to be 100 percent convincing and trying this new batch of synthetic shroomies you just couldnt tell what would happen .It could be cosmic joys beyond imagination or the strangest visions and animations almost impossible to shake out of . Anyway thought Sid "this is no way for a policeman to behave"! . He grabbed the keys to his D unit 1300 speedster , scratched his unshaven face , threw yet another freezing cold coffee down his throat , put on his shades and headed out the door . Just as he opened the door and patted the pert rump on the poster of miss armageddon 2010 as he always did .. For "luck ".Although what luck a torn and battered semi nude poster of someone who was now more than likely to be older than his own grandmother was who could tell . He was jst doing what his own father did before.. well time enough for that . "I got things to do "he said squinting into the morning sunlight .Then another call and a familiar voice snapped through his D unit communifone.."bloody technology " he thought ..."Sid 'ere whatsup"? he barked into the unit

 

[Mrs M]

Is Dave there, said the caller secretly hoping that he didn't have to talk to Sid who just seemed to go on and on and on.... and on

 

[theflamingred]

"He is about but he's a bit erm..." Sid fumbled around in his head for a suitable description of Dave's current state. "He's feeling a bit green at the moment and not really up for conversation."
"Err, OK. Umm, well, it's John here. There's a bit of a situation. Some slimey low-life from the Daily Feed says he's heard things. Got an informer. He sound's dangerous Sid, real dangerous."

<This is the most stupid story ever - well done, keep going!>

 

[Jheych]

"They don't call me unless it is blummin dangerous " mused Sid to himself and headed off prepared to see whatever adventures awaited him that day .