Simon was late for work again for the third time this week. The boss was getting sick of his tardiness and had already 2 write-ups for being late before.
“This is the week,” he said as he tried getting his shoe on as he pushed out the door.
His dog ran up to greet him almost as he ran out the front door. The dog barked and yelped his paw was shut on.
“oh my gosh, im sorry Vega!.” Simon immediately ran back into the apartment to fill the dog bowl up with water and food. “★■◆● ★■◆● ★■◆● ★■◆●…”
Simon made it to his car and sped out of multi level garage by his apartment and down the street to get on the highway. Suddenly the car phone started ringing.
Driving thirty miles over the speed limit, Simon dug under weeks of fast food wrappers to find the ringing phone. Simon looked at it and realized that it was his home phone calling.
Simon thought hard about if he had locked the front door or not on his way out, who knew his car number, and why would they be calling him. Then as he was looking at this phone for that moment, he crashed into a stopped car…. (continue!)
scary story improv
Moderators: MetalBeast, Capm
They realized that nobody had any idea how to construct a story with any sort of gripping plot elements. Cursing themselves, they rented a cheap Las Vegas motel room and went into a drug frenzy, eventually doing shots of crank off the flapjack breasts of an aging Thai hooker named Betty. In desparation, Simon hanged himself from the second story balcony and wasn't found for three days.
The end.
The end.
his boss went off to live with the hooker in france, they had a bunch of kids . . . and soon after, she dumped him to live with a plumber called johnson. The boss, insanely jealous killed them both with and iron bar and fled to turkey. He was found, then extradited back to his home town in the country of swaziland, where he was found guilty of theft of bread, and sentenced to boil in oil until death .
the end
the end
. . . and they shall know no fear . . .