Let’s play a creative writing game, shall we?

When I was in high school, my friends and I came up with a silly – but entertaining – game to keep ourselves from getting bored in class. Keep in mind, we were the brainy kids. Well, they were. I was the kid who was 200 out of 300 in my class, and my grades would have gotten me kicked out of the advanced and AP classes if it wasn’t for the fact that my standardized test scores were consistently in the top 1% in the nation. (What can I say? I test well).

Anyway, this game. One person would write the beginning of a story. Not a lot. Half a page of handwriting. Then the story got passed to another person, whomever liked the game and was sitting next to you in class. That person had to finish the story – except they had to finish it with a ‘twist’. If the prince and princess were falling in love, perhaps in act two the princess would turn out to be a chainsaw wielding psychopath. If the teenage boy was contenplating serial killing, in act two he might take up ballet instead.

At the end of my senior year, I had all of these stories in my posession. I suspect it’s becasue I was the instigator and was almost always the writer of one half of the story. I typed them up, giving credit where credit was due, printed them out, and bound them. I even drew a cover that was hot pink cardstock (I didn’t draw that bit) with a foot print on it, and the collection was called “Just Because”. I gave it as a graduation present to everyone who had contributed over the last four or five years.

I still have one or two copies of that anthology sitting around, ensuring (in someone’s mind, I’m sure) my place in published history for the rest of eternity.

So…wanna play a game? The rules are easy. I will post my opener below, you finish it. Except, your ending has to have a twist — kinda like I described above. Post it in reply, or create your own blog post and post a link in your reply.

Why would you do this? Mostly because you want the challenge. It’s not a formal blogfest or anything like that, just a way to pass the time if you’ve got a few spare moments. Make it as silly, immature, or goofy as you want. This is all about self-amusement.

The beginning (if you post a response in your own blog, feel free to copy and paste):
Once upon a time, there was a girl. She wasn’t an ordinary girl, she was a faery-muse. When she fluttered to school in the mornings, the sun struck her wings, casting a reflection of rainbows off the irrdescence.

As fall approached the mornings were no longer bright enough to light her wings, leaving the whispy feathers dim in the pre-dawn. She was out and about on one such morning when the sound of silk flapping in the breeze caught her attention. Following the noise, she found herself hovering in front of a tend with more colors than her feathers in the most sparkling sun, and bigger than her house. Sleeping in a seat near the entrance was a boy about her age. He didn’t have wings, but he had the blackest hair she’d ever seen.

Have at it. *Wanders off for more coffee*