Story Time!

Many years ago...possibly whilst still in high school, my dear friend Julie Jeffery and I began a game on the instant messenger. One person would type a series of random letters and the other person would have to make a sentence out of it. It can get pretty silly sometimes. So, tonight, after many years, the game has taken a turn for the worst. We decided (or rather Julie suggested and I agreed) to make a story out of it. Here is the first out of quite possibly many stories that may ensue. Enjoy! (And remember...the lack of flow is due to the fact that it's based on random letters)


“Plaquey arteries kill,” said Doctor Bill zealously; “obviously people never protect veins, young child.”
Uncomfortable, veins irritated, Sam deeply blushed. “Mister, I should be ashamed, sad & frustrated.”
...Sam’s doctor understood dread fully; back before Naomi died…
“Sam, it’s useless. Veins end.”
“Never!” Sam suddenly declared. “Stupid, foolish, nearsighted doctor!”
Pain instantly bombarded Sam, continued by painful bleeding without bearableness. Floating…killed…murdered. Justice was eternal.


The prequal is in production as I type :)