Thread: The Amazing One-Sentence Story!
John continued his descent, as he witnessed the plane sharply turn upwards and then stall.
John yawned deeply, and there was a brief intermission from the story during which several bright-stripe-clad men and women whose heights averaged four feet and 3.33 (threes repeating infinitely) inches (which is 132.079 {nines repeating infinitely} centimeters) danced about comically, some doing cartwheels and others playing pan flutes, confetti erupted from cannons, and champagne was spilled in quantities far greater than those at which it was consumed, and the story returned to John still falling and and still holding a flat palm in front of his mouth with which to catch the yawn.
After a boringly thoughtful analysis of his impending doom and associated flashback of his average daily Bloe Jobby-life, John became enlightened and decided to follow the way of the supple, sensual, soft, siren, soaked with gastric juice marshmallow with a thirst for vengeance.
Mrs Smith the average daily Josephine Bloggs was busy preoccupied with trying to figure out how to work the coffee machine, and failing miserably.
Through a physics-defying level of self-control, John slowed his descent long enough to shatter the 21st floor window with a single punch, grab onto the glass in just the right way so as not to be hurt, punch a hole in the glass large enough to fit through, walk up to the coffee machine and show his wife that it wasn't turned on.
"I WAS GETTING THERE YOU MISOGYNIST PIG" screamed John's wife, flailing her arms madly and knocking an ornate vase off a pedestal.
John, still mid fall(it looks like he's floating, but he's actually falling really slowly), pushed off various furniture back out of the window.
"How awfully unfortunate," murmured John as he slumped into the air-resistance's soft pillows.
Halting the Smiths' gravity-defying character development, the narrator was kindly coerced into describing the ostensibly final moments of the passengers to consolidate the readership and friendship of Cyäegha's most kind followers.