Post by Chibi Akagi on Mar 11, 2010 11:41:42 GMT -5
As a class assignment one day we were told to start off a story with only one sentence. Then the teacher took our papers and randomly handed them out to others in the class. So by the end of the assignment three other people end up with your story, writing their own additions to it. Then it finally comes back to you, and you finish it off. I thought it turned out very funny so I will share with you the one that I, and others, made.
As a key, I will color the different additions to the story. Blue is the parts that I made, and I don't know the names of who else added but, I will mark them.
“Look out; it’s a flying space monkey!” said my crazy old grandma as a bird flew by. My grandma likes to think that space monkeys fly around her house and that little people rummage through her things and steal from her. She always yells random things out loud like “peas” or “Bob Saget”. I think that she needs to be put in a home but my mom says she is just a person with a very creative imagination. Anyway my grandma being crazy is how my story really starts out.
Well one day when my grandma finally snapped she started talking to her ceramic cats. That’s when I knew I really needed to tell my mom she was INSANE. She is always talking about how the “little people” stole all of her silverware and clogged her toilet and stole her underwear and ate all of her Christmas cookies. My grandma was the craziest of all the crazies.
One day, my mom finally caught a glimpse of how crazy my grandma really is when she was caught scratching the screens out of the windows, claiming that the space monkeys had got in the house and this was the only way out. We took her to the old folk’s home and now the house is quiet.
My little brother runs into my room with a blanket as his cape.“I am a space monkey!” he yells.
I stare at him for a moment. I push him out of the room and sigh. I start realizing I shouldn’t have reported my grandma… She was funny. And then the space monkey, floating, beside me, speaks.
“Well… isn’t this ironic?” The space monkey says, chuckling manically. I scream.
As a key, I will color the different additions to the story. Blue is the parts that I made, and I don't know the names of who else added but, I will mark them.
“Look out; it’s a flying space monkey!” said my crazy old grandma as a bird flew by. My grandma likes to think that space monkeys fly around her house and that little people rummage through her things and steal from her. She always yells random things out loud like “peas” or “Bob Saget”. I think that she needs to be put in a home but my mom says she is just a person with a very creative imagination. Anyway my grandma being crazy is how my story really starts out.
Well one day when my grandma finally snapped she started talking to her ceramic cats. That’s when I knew I really needed to tell my mom she was INSANE. She is always talking about how the “little people” stole all of her silverware and clogged her toilet and stole her underwear and ate all of her Christmas cookies. My grandma was the craziest of all the crazies.
One day, my mom finally caught a glimpse of how crazy my grandma really is when she was caught scratching the screens out of the windows, claiming that the space monkeys had got in the house and this was the only way out. We took her to the old folk’s home and now the house is quiet.
My little brother runs into my room with a blanket as his cape.“I am a space monkey!” he yells.
I stare at him for a moment. I push him out of the room and sigh. I start realizing I shouldn’t have reported my grandma… She was funny. And then the space monkey, floating, beside me, speaks.
“Well… isn’t this ironic?” The space monkey says, chuckling manically. I scream.