09-30-2006, 12:24 PM
...Why not do something creative?
My idea is simple. One person proposes a very basic scene from a story, maybe a sentence or two of backround, and the next person has to try to create that scene as vividly as they can. For example.
Idea: Man is about to jump off a building and commit suicide.
In writing: He'd had enough. Life seemed no longer to hold the appeal to keep it. The wind rushed over John, tearing at his jacket and making his hair sway and dance. He climbed up onto the railing, and spread his arms wide. The street below was packed with people and life, unawares of the man about to land in their midst. Another gust of wind hit John, his clothing flapping wildly and giving him the appearance of an Angel about to descend from the Heavens.
John took that moment to recite the names of all the people who'd led him to this; his boss who fired him, his wife who'd left him, his father who had never cared for him. The thought of all of them gathered at his funeral, shedding tears for him, CARING about him for once made him happy, happier than he'd been in a long time. A smile on his face, he closed his eyes, a tear leaking through them. He'd make them all care, care for once, and he could rest in happiness.
In his world, John was unaware of the crowd pointing up at him from 20 floors below. Women screamed, men held them, children cried. A cop car arrived on the scene and its occupants rushed into the building, feebly attempting to get to John in time to save him.
It was not to be. At long last, John took a deep breathe, bent his knees, and propelled himself off the balcony. The wind ripped at his clothes like an angry mob, stripping him of his jacket and sending it tumbling towards Earth like a leaf in the wind. The crowd below scattered, people tripping over each other like fleeing animals. Had John opened his eyes than, he might have seen the sidewalk that was to become his final resting place, but as he reached terminal velocity he held his eyes firmly shut and continued on smiling, remembering all the people who had hurt him, and what they would do now.
Seconds later, his short journey came to an end.
Alright, my proposal for the next person; a taxi driver picks up a suspicious looking man clutching something in his jacket.
My idea is simple. One person proposes a very basic scene from a story, maybe a sentence or two of backround, and the next person has to try to create that scene as vividly as they can. For example.
Idea: Man is about to jump off a building and commit suicide.
In writing: He'd had enough. Life seemed no longer to hold the appeal to keep it. The wind rushed over John, tearing at his jacket and making his hair sway and dance. He climbed up onto the railing, and spread his arms wide. The street below was packed with people and life, unawares of the man about to land in their midst. Another gust of wind hit John, his clothing flapping wildly and giving him the appearance of an Angel about to descend from the Heavens.
John took that moment to recite the names of all the people who'd led him to this; his boss who fired him, his wife who'd left him, his father who had never cared for him. The thought of all of them gathered at his funeral, shedding tears for him, CARING about him for once made him happy, happier than he'd been in a long time. A smile on his face, he closed his eyes, a tear leaking through them. He'd make them all care, care for once, and he could rest in happiness.
In his world, John was unaware of the crowd pointing up at him from 20 floors below. Women screamed, men held them, children cried. A cop car arrived on the scene and its occupants rushed into the building, feebly attempting to get to John in time to save him.
It was not to be. At long last, John took a deep breathe, bent his knees, and propelled himself off the balcony. The wind ripped at his clothes like an angry mob, stripping him of his jacket and sending it tumbling towards Earth like a leaf in the wind. The crowd below scattered, people tripping over each other like fleeing animals. Had John opened his eyes than, he might have seen the sidewalk that was to become his final resting place, but as he reached terminal velocity he held his eyes firmly shut and continued on smiling, remembering all the people who had hurt him, and what they would do now.
Seconds later, his short journey came to an end.
Alright, my proposal for the next person; a taxi driver picks up a suspicious looking man clutching something in his jacket.