Unutterably Silly The 2-sentences-per-post story (starring a mysterious blonde psockpuppet?)

[poohbear_nc]

As I bent over to get her bow, a swift kick from a stiletto heel got my attention fast. So did the follow-up fall into the stinking puddle in the gutter.

[omk3]

When I got up, the dame was gone, and my stench was so foul that I figured my nose wouldn't even notice the difference if I went into the building now. Always remember to see the positive side of things, I thought, as I ventured inside the dark and smelly interior, intent on finding the truth.

[MJK2111]

It was a dark and gloomy interior corridor that I slowly inched my way into. Step by step, foot by foot, heartbeat by heartbeat, blink by blink, breath by breath, I stole down the corridor.

[poohbear_nc]

At the end of the dank, fetid hallway I glimpsed a tarnished brass door knob, and like a chump I grabbed it and tried to open the door. That's when the building fell in on me -- literally!

[dreams]

"EARTHQUAKE!", I yelled, as I watch the building crumble around the doorway I was gripping for dear life.

The falling brick was piling up, and I just knew I would be buried alive (and without my money from the dame).

[MJK2111]

I remembered my Boy Scout training and dove under a massive oak desk that was just inside the doorway. Feeling a strange wetness on my leg, I looked down fearing the worst; what I found instead was a tipped over bottle of bourbon, which I quickly downed.

[poohbear_nc]

When the dust cleared, the building was empty -- and so was the bottle. Feeling no pain, I staggered out onto the sidewalk and waved for a cab.

[GeoffC]

The cab drew up, skidding through the puddle at the kerb and drenching me and all the others on the sidewalk. In the driving seat was a hairy APE !!!!!!!

[MJK2111]

Clearing my blurred eyes, I realized that it was just Joe, in his usual un-shaven state. "Take me to my office, pronto!" I growled at Joe.

[poohbear_nc]

Joe got me safely back to my home turf, where I locked and bolted the door before settling down with my office bottle of bourbon and a headfull of questions. Not to mention a headfull of plaster dust from the wrecked building.

[MJK2111]

As I sat in my hard wooden chair, pondering the last 24 hours, out of the corner of my eye I spotted an envelope being shoved under my door. Whoever had delivered the envelope was long gone by the time I staggered to the door; opening the envelope, I pulled out the single page and read the note: "Meet me on Sunset Blvd at Norma Desmond's old place."

[poohbear_nc]

"Gee, I wonder if the swimming pool is still filled." I wasn't about to repeat someone elses mistake.

[MJK2111]

During the drive, I tried to piece together what had happened since the dame walked into my office, but none of it made sense. It was as if a plethora of strangers had control over my life...and for that matter, when the hell did I start using words like "plethora?"

[GeoffC]

But then I pondered again on the events of the last 24 hours and thought 'was it only 24 hours, it felt more like weeks; and with a big bunch of people pulling my movements every which way as though they had no idea as to where and when I would end up.'
No wonder I felt like a Puppet on Strings.

[poohbear_nc]

I snuck another pull from my hip flask, shook the rest of the plaster dust out of my hair, and tried to focus on the upcoming meeting. Who would be waiting for me on Sunset Blvd?