I LOVE Christmas and I lOVE writing, so it didn’t take long to think up the ‘The writing christmas cracker game’. Its open to all who dare to tell a story; novice or experienced writers.
The game is simple; I start writing a story and anyone who wants to contribute, can! Just add a couple of paragraphs as a comment to move the story along. Lets say up to 300 words. We’ll keep this up until either we can’t think of any more to write (yeah right..) or it reaches the 24th December 2010.
Every game must have rules, but we’ll keep these short and sweet:
- Two comments per person. Each comment can be upto 300 words
- No profanity, explicit content (sexual/grotesque) or sensitive content that may cause discomfort or is deemed offensive
- If the comment is published, its part of the story. If you don’t like the direction, then use your creative skill to change it’s course. No complaining
- This activity is ‘fun’, so please keep it imaginative and exciting
- Be creative and bold. Use your writing prowlness to create powerful imagery and invent strange characters
- Don’t be scared to change the direction, pace or mood. This story is a acculative group effort and we all have different ideas and styles
- Keep the momentum going. Keep the next commenter guessing
- Try out cliffhangers and approaches which falsely lead the readers expections
- Give the next commenter plenty of scope and room to swing the story round in a completely different direction
- Enjoy it!
After the 24th December
After the 24th, no more comments will be published. Next year I will publish the final story as a separate blog post for all commenters and visitors alike to read. If anyone would like to mention their ‘claim to writing fame’, who am I to stop you!
Here’s the start of the story…..
Deep in the heart of the valley, a man walked alone. His head was bent over his towering 6ft 4″ frame and his face betrayed no hint of emotion He walked with a purposeful stride, gliding through the thick white piped icing beneath his feet. His destination was a long way off, but he wasn’t one to tire.
It was December, three weeks and two days until Christmas. He kept hold of the memories from the Christmas the year before and shivered. The picture could not have been more different.
He held a number of items in a backpack; a pick axe, a notebook, twenty crisp notes in a currency he was unfamilar with, a sweet-smelling box that he was forbidden to open and a ragged teddy bear.
He came upon a cliff edge and paused to sip from his water bottle. A noise from close by caught his attention. He looked up…..