TFK Novel

I’ve decided that unlike everyone else I don’t have a novel in me, so instead I’m going to use you guys to write my novel. General idea is that you write the next three sentences after the last.
And yes the novelty police called earlier, I explained it all to them, I need the cash.

A couple of ground rules:

  • it has to make sense, so read the back story and the know the characters
  • no gaa, soccer, politics allowed including and especially Northern Ireland, it’s set in America and will stay there

So here goes

“It had been three days and Dylan Morrissey still hadn’t changed his mind, in fact he was adamant. He surveyed the mid-morning rush for coffees, look at these losers he thought as he lit his next cigarette from his last. “Fuck it I’ll have to go and see her” and pointed the nose of his '83 Chevy truck up Montgomery street and towards the high rises in the distance”

and then he realised he wasn’t adam ant at all. No that was Stuart Leslie Goddard the bastard.

Is this Ball Ox

No, this is bollox.

For the love a jaysus.

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“He made it as far as Talbot street when he saw someone he hadn’t seen in years, he pulled in and they greeted each other with derisory comments an laughter. John Kiely shuffled in beside him into the Chevy and proceeded to lecture him on the finer points of Waterford football and the sheer majesty of playing in division 4 as they made there way up Gardiner street. They pulled in at the Hill 16 pub and went on an almighty session which ended in a manner reminiscent of the puking scene in the film Team America”.