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The story

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One of those forum experiments, where by people add a paragraph or sentence to the last post, and eventually we end up with a literary masterpiece. Like giving 100 monkeys typewriters...

Try to keep to the story :)

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Looking down, John realised his foot was wet inside his boot.......

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Saw a Rolex flying past the window and thought "fuck me, what's that all about?"

too late, scrap that! :D

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Even more weirdly, every single thought he had seemed to be anticipated by the people there. He'd think, "Oh, look a flying rolex...", and the words would mysteriously appear on the thread. He conjured up an ambulance in his mind's eye - and there it was on the thread. His mother, and yes, she also appeared.   It was like he had a starring role in Being John Malkovich. 

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He still wasn't sure quite what was happening, what this day held for him, but then he noticed an envelope on the floor. It all came rushing back to him now, he was fucked, in so very many ways.

The envelope was the one he had been using to calculate his cashflow for this month, the one which showed his buy to let empire was falling, or had already fallen....

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He awoke in a cold sweat, still in the back of the ambulance, which was pulling up outside the hospital. Moments later the doors were opened by a grinning Jimmy Saville. "Now then, now then", he said menacingly, his stinking cigar breath pervading the air.

Edited by TheBlueCat

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The hospital staff unloaded him from the ambulance and he was wheeled for what seemed like an eternity through the warren like corridors. Eventually he was placed in a bed, the door close and he was alone. At least he was until the knock came.... knock, knock, now then, now then and in strode Jimmy, clutching a Jim'll fix it badge and a slightly disturbing grimace.

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