James Bond fan fiction game
James Suzuki
New ZealandPosts: 2,406MI6 Agent
Simple game
i start up a story about james Bond, writing only about a paragraph and then u write a paragraph continuing on, eg. I will probably close this if only two people are writing. here i start
The day was Friday, 3 o'clock, only three hours until the day was over. Only three hours left. James Bond was sitting at his wooden desk,moving around on his computer chair. He was- impatient. He clicked his fingers, blew in a big breath before breathing out a big sigh.He was meeting a friend at seven-thirty at Blades, a little reminder of his duel with Le Chiffre. He pulled out his sweaty hands and moved the papers on his desk. He then turned his laptop off and packed it up. How he missed the good old days, he hadn't been on an assignment since Egypt, and that wasn't a success. Everything at the moment didn't seem to go well with him. Felix Leiter was supposedly away, he wasn't answering the phone-calls and the texts, Miss Money-penny had been away with the flu, there was office rumors she had came back today, but he didn't know, M was his grumpy old-self, but Bond would give anything for his cellphone to ring with Miss Moneypenny telling him to go to M's office. Bond moved his chair forward and peered into his expresso cup- it was empty.
'How did it go so fast?' Bond thought. He dropped the cup in the trash bin and pushed back in his chair. He thought about asking his secretary, MS. Goodenough for another one, but he was due for a little exercise. He stood up, straightening his tie before heading towards the door into the side-room where his secretary was.
'Leaving so soon?' she asked from her desk. Bond looked up to her, and smiled his rough smile.
'It's the coffee, well more of the lack of it,' he replied,still staring at her. He then turned around, and was heading towards the door.
'Feed the craving'.
'I'll pretend I didn't hear that,' he muttered before shutting the door into the long corridor. He eyed the coffee machine and walked over to it. He slipped some coins into the machine and picked his favourite, black.He grabbed a plastic cup from the collection and held it up to it, ready for the liquid to pour out. He sighed, not much for exercise,- but something to keep him away from the work in his office. The first thing he noticed was the deafening sound of a gun shot, it was loud and it was coming from his office, he perched his head up, alert. He was about to run when a jolt suddenly slammed him into the coffee machine winding him before he dropped onto the floor.
i start up a story about james Bond, writing only about a paragraph and then u write a paragraph continuing on, eg. I will probably close this if only two people are writing. here i start
The day was Friday, 3 o'clock, only three hours until the day was over. Only three hours left. James Bond was sitting at his wooden desk,moving around on his computer chair. He was- impatient. He clicked his fingers, blew in a big breath before breathing out a big sigh.He was meeting a friend at seven-thirty at Blades, a little reminder of his duel with Le Chiffre. He pulled out his sweaty hands and moved the papers on his desk. He then turned his laptop off and packed it up. How he missed the good old days, he hadn't been on an assignment since Egypt, and that wasn't a success. Everything at the moment didn't seem to go well with him. Felix Leiter was supposedly away, he wasn't answering the phone-calls and the texts, Miss Money-penny had been away with the flu, there was office rumors she had came back today, but he didn't know, M was his grumpy old-self, but Bond would give anything for his cellphone to ring with Miss Moneypenny telling him to go to M's office. Bond moved his chair forward and peered into his expresso cup- it was empty.
'How did it go so fast?' Bond thought. He dropped the cup in the trash bin and pushed back in his chair. He thought about asking his secretary, MS. Goodenough for another one, but he was due for a little exercise. He stood up, straightening his tie before heading towards the door into the side-room where his secretary was.
'Leaving so soon?' she asked from her desk. Bond looked up to her, and smiled his rough smile.
'It's the coffee, well more of the lack of it,' he replied,still staring at her. He then turned around, and was heading towards the door.
'Feed the craving'.
'I'll pretend I didn't hear that,' he muttered before shutting the door into the long corridor. He eyed the coffee machine and walked over to it. He slipped some coins into the machine and picked his favourite, black.He grabbed a plastic cup from the collection and held it up to it, ready for the liquid to pour out. He sighed, not much for exercise,- but something to keep him away from the work in his office. The first thing he noticed was the deafening sound of a gun shot, it was loud and it was coming from his office, he perched his head up, alert. He was about to run when a jolt suddenly slammed him into the coffee machine winding him before he dropped onto the floor.
“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. "
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming