Did you ever do this? I start a story and it's continued by the next person, then the next, and the next and so on. Eventually we should have a long story that probably ends in no way like it began.



Allen has been sick of his job for weeks. Kathy had been dumping work on his desk that had nothing to do his job and his boss refused to step in. It was just after lunch on a Tuesday when he had had enough.

Allen stood up from his desk, walked out the front door, tossing his ID badge to the guard on his way out. As his car sped into traffic he wondered how long it would take people to realize he had left.

the end

it took you two sentences to botch your verb tense.

this happened on the old board once and it was a nasty-fest by like, the fourth post.

Allen pulled into the Boar's Head Bar. His last drink was three years ago, but the urge was overwhelming.

The bartender was a beefy fellow with sweat stains making a V on his white t-shirt.

"What will you have," the Bartender said.

"A bottle of Jack," Allen replied.

"The whole bottle," the bartender questioned.

"The whole fucking bottle," Allen answered.

The bartender wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"you gotta pay for it up front" the bartender sighed.

"Im a little short on cash" said Allen. "But I'm good for it, I swear."

The bartender paused and looked him square in the eye. Allen was a good man, and used to be a regular customer, but ....

Man, this idea tanked.

There was no way that he could take this guy on his word and just front him the whole bottle. A bottle of booze may just cost them $13, but when the place gets $4 per shot out of that bottle.

"Sorry buddy, but all I can front you is a shot. It's on me, you look like you could use it."

Allan sighed, nodded his head in agreement and down went the bourbon, quicker than a Tomato can in the ring with the champ.

"Thanks man," Allan grunted before turning and leaving with purpose.

.......

Fishing his keys out of his pocket, Allan retrieved not only the means for starting his car, but also a piece of paper he did not recognize. On that slip of paper were written seven unfamiliar numbers. Out of his other pocket he reached for his cell phone and began dialing ....

Alan dialed the number as he strode to his car. Juggling the keys in one hand, he turned the ignition and backed out while the phone rang in his ear. Distracted by the phone and the alcohol in his system, Alan didn't even see the other car until he was right on top of it...

"Shit," Alan muttered to himself as his car slammed into the expensive, clearly brand new Mercedes. He could inhale the new car smell from his position in the driver's seat. Alan was fucked.

He smacked himself in the face to prepare himself for the lashing he was about to take and slowly opened up his door.

To Alan's surprise, the car had driven off. Stunned and bewildered, Alan returned to his vehicle. Maybe things were about to turn around, he thought. Maybe he was about to finally have some luck, he thought. Maybe he could finally live up to his wife's expectations, he thought.

His thoughts changed when his phone stopped ringing and she picked up.

Sounds eerily familiar to a thread on RM...

She of course had been the one that ruined his life all those years ago. It had been -- "can't be that long," he thought to himself -- six years since last they spoke, but there was no mistaking that voice. One part royalty, two part pixy, that voice could convince sane men that war was a good idea, and if the voice didn't work, well her looks would do the job like a blunt object to the head.

What could she want from him now, on this day of all days ...

It was a soft, but shaken voice on the other end of the phone, “my father passed away last night Allan, he was sitting in that old, worn out recliner, like a sleeping baby in a mother’s arms. It was peaceful for him, for us, and I just thought it would be best for me to tell you, he always liked you.”
Allan wipes his face clean of sweat and the phone, like a frighten child, comes free from his hand, while cars careen by, blaring their horns like some uncaged animal.

Allen knew already that Cindy's father was dead--killed painlessly by a toxin that an autopsy would only reveal if it was specifically looked for. Given Cindy's father's history of heart problems, though, that wasn't likely. Allen sighed with relief, which Cindy took as sadness, and expressed his condolences. The funny thing was, he truly WAS sorry, but he hadn't had a choice. He hung up the phone and dialed again. Time to let Jack know that the deed was done, with no one apparently any the wiser.

now we're getting somewhere

Chapter 2

Jack put down his Mai Tai to deal with the annoyance of the ringing cell phone. He gazed quickly at the exterior caller ID and answered with just a single word.

"Well?"

"It's over you son of a bitch," Allen hissed from the other end, some 2,000 miles away in California.

"Good," Jack said before flipping the phone closed and returning to the blue concoction that was working wonders on his attitude.

After finishing off his third Mai Tai of the early afternoon, Jack strutted through the lobby of his hotel and logged onto his computer. A key stroke here, another there and he was logged into his Cayman Islands bank account, happy to see eight zeroes to the right of the number five. Who would have guessed that one simple job, where he didn't even have to pay the contractor, could net this kind of profit.

Normally Jack shelled out big money to hit men, but Allen didn't see a dime because ...

...Allen is blind.

(Edit: The blind comment above was posted while I was spending my absurd amount of time writing and editing this junk)

EXT. HOTEL. DAY.

We see the outline of a MOTEL 6 somewhere in the California desert. The parking lot is empty except for one sleek yellow CORVETTE. The droning wind blows the VACANCY sign back and forth, forcing it to give off protesting creaks. This is the only sound we hear UNTIL:

INT. OLD-TIMEY VEHICLE. DAY.

The color scheme has now swiched to B&W, with an old-timey feel. We see ALLEN'S hands on a thin, huge steering wheel. The MOTEL 6 comes into view, and ALLEN parks his car beside a '30s ROLLS ROYCE, parked in the exact same space as the Corvette was above before the B&W cutaway.

CUT TO: Ext. VEHICLE, DAY.

ALLEN, dressed in 40's era getup, leaves his 1940 Ford and heads to a motel room. He knocks.

A dramatic pause. CUE overly suspenseful music, CUT TO ALLEN'S face, which looks like he's about to meet with the devil. Staying on Allen's face, the door opens; in response we see his eyes widen. The suspenseful music ceases and there is a three second pause. Allen then smiles.

CUT TO a beautiful, young girl in the doorway, dressed in 40's style garb. There is a tear in her eye. CUE 40's romatic music as ALLEN grabs this young lady, stares her in the eyes, and gives her a false yet dramatic kiss a la old-time cheesy romance scenes.

CINDY: Oh, Allen, my love ... it has been so long.

ALLEN (in the style of Bogart): I've missed you so much, kiddo.

CINDY: Come inside ... I'll pour you your favorite. Two cubes, right?

ALLEN: You still know me like a book. (He moves half a smile)

They ENTER the motel room.

INT. MOTEL ROOM. DAY.

The color has returned, and we see ALLEN and CINDY in more modern dress and hairstyle. CINDY looks drab and ALLEN is peering around at everything but her.

CINDY: You still do Scotch neat?
ALLEN: No, two cubes.
CINDY (pouring a Scotch (neat) into a glass): Beggers can't be choosers. Here.
ALLEN (sips): So, um ... how are you?
CINDY: Awkward as always. My father died, Al. How do you think I am?
ALLEN (smirking): Two part pixy.
CINDY: What?
ALLEN: Forget it. I'm sorry about Albert ...
CINDY: You could at least say "your father."
ALLEN: ... your father, I know he always hated me secretly ...
CINDY: Oh, Allen, I was your intern. You took advantage of me. It ended up all over the news, and you were on the city council. His city council. What did you expect? A warm embrace with a reacharound? He was just nice to you because of your connections with...
ALLEN: Look. I don't want to start this up again. I just ...
CINDY: You just want Dad's old business, yes, I know. Fine. You can have it. I took his address book while they were hauling his body away last night. But don't say that's all you want. I can see it in your eyes. You want to f...

CUT TO B&W SCREEN, with CINDY'S looks suddenly changed back to 40's garb. Her voice becomes significantly more dramatic.

CINDY: ... make love to me.
ALLEN (as Bogart): Schweethaht, there's nothin' on this Earth I'd rather do more than hold you tightly.

CUE corny LOVE MUSIC as the two fall back on the bed. The camera FLOATS AWAY toward the ceiling just as the two get into it. Before we see any more, there is a CLASSIC FADE with ancient end-of-movie music.

CUT BACK TO COLOR. We see a naked CINDY (modern) laying with her back on the mattress, eyes open and staring at nowhere. SLIGHT PAN OUT shows ALLEN making love to her passionately, moaning as he goes along. A PAUSE as he comes and falls breathing heavily to the bed. CINDY continues to stare as if she's catatonic.

CUT TO ALLEN getting dressed while Cindy is still in bed, naked and smoking.

CINDY: It's in the Vette.
ALLEN: Where are your keys?
CINDY: It's not locked.
ALLEN: Oh.

He gets up, fitting his feet into his Gucci loafers. He leaves.

EXT. MOTEL. DAY.

We see ALLEN at the Corvette trying to open the door, but it is locked. He curses, gives the car a little kick (which makes the alarm chirp once), and turns to the room to get the keys. The camera FOLLOWS ALLEN from behind as he opens the door. We see CINDY standing just beyond the doorway, BUCK NAKED, holding a GUN. She SMIRKS and fires (it is covered by a silencer), hitting ALLEN in the head, spraying blood. A tiny but noticeable amount even lands on the POV.

CINDY: Bingo.

INT. MOTEL. DAY.

CINDY is still naked. She is once again on the bed, smoking. She is on a cellular, talking in a sedated, sultry voice.

CINDY: It's over, you son of a bitch.

JACK: Don't you guys ever get new lines?

CINDY: Listen to this. While he was fucking me, I got him to tell me about the ...

How can Allen drive if he is blind?

You put the "blind" part up while I was typing it

doesn't matter, allen's now been shot in the head (presumably dead)