Author Topic: One-sentence-at-a-time novel 2.0  (Read 2922 times)


Whilst still being in the hospital, I drifted off into a long and convoluted fever dream about time-traveling and teleportation via a madman with a police box.

"I'm not a madman," he exclaims as he kicks you out into dinosaur times.

I shake my fist angrily at the madman, before awaking to my slumber to see several hundred bags of cocaine and large money-sacks on my hospital bed.

I throw the cocaine out the window where it lands on some guy's head, making him high, and bribe the doctor into letting me go home.

The doctor stares at me, and scratches his stubble.

I throw the bag of money at his face and run out while he lies there unconscious.

Also we suck at maintaining point of view.

Whilst running, I notice a curious improbability of the sorts, likely someone else's problem, but still an illogical fallacy of statistics.


Only to be resurrected by the almighty Sophia...