I love writing games.
Of course, I love writing.
My favorite writing game is the one where you write a little bit and fold the paper covering everything but a one or two word lead in. The results can be absolutely hilarious.
Friday night Paul and I were on one of our famously fun dates.
Only, it wasn’t as famously fun as usual because we forgot to bring a card game with us.
We almost ALWAYS play a card game or something on dates – especially when we’re eating out –
but we’ve been known to play just about anywhere…
waiting for a movie to start…
waiting in a really long line for something…
waiting for contractions to kick in and get that baby outta there…
Just about anything that takes any amount of waiting requires a card game
which results in LOTS of LAUGHS
and strange looks from many people – which make us laugh even harder.
Only, Friday night we forgot the game.
I had a pad of paper and I found out that my Husby likes to make up stories – write stories
We’ve been married 14 years and I did not know this!
Shame on me.
(Apparantly he said he doesn’t mention it because he has no time to give it a whirl, so I’m not COMPLETELY lame – just partially lame)
Anyway, that got me thinking about my FAVORITE writing game…
and I remembered I had a pad of paper in my purse.
Well, of course I pulled out that pad of paper and we got to writing….
The resulting story had us laughing so hard we were in tears and I decided it HAD to be shared…
It’s very short (hey, the notebook has to be small enough to fit in my purse for crying out loud)
My part is in PINK with the lead in words in GREEN
Paul’s Part is in BLUE with the lead in words in GREEN
Remember, we don’t see anything that the other person has written except for the lead in words.
Alice stood on the porch railing trying to balance herself. She grabbed the toothpick and broke it in two. Now he had nothing to poke into her nose to get the rock out. She pressed one nostril and blew. The stone flew across the grass and hit John square in the forehead. He laughed at the attempt to keep him restrained. Nothing could stop him now. His goal was in sight and she gasped in dismay. The love of her life disgraced forever. What could she do? He ran his fingers through her hair and realized it was too late to stop her. The deed was done. Forever would they live lives of love lost.
We decided that we had so much fun with that one we had to do another one. It turned out completely warped and rather funny too…
The sun was setting as Randy strode into the yard. He could not believe the luck he had. His bag burst open and twenty frogs escaped. Desperately he tied his donkey to the hitching post and headed for the house. His mind raced as he tried to think of the place where he had stabbed her big toe. The scar blazed white against her skin, marking her as an undesirable. She had now way to hide her deformity. She must never know the truth. Her life and that of their son depended on his ability to walk on lava. He would never succeed in breaking the curse and bringing equality to the land. He shook his head and took her back inside. As they entered the house he thought he heard a distant rifle shot. It might already be too late. Now she had no choice.
Personally, I just like the idea of John being restrained by a nostril flung pebble….
that’s just pure