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> > Every one at the table gets a piece of paper. If there are six people everyone numbers there paper 1-6 leaving one or two lines between each number. Six is a good number of lines to work with but you can use any number,four would be a little low. Now each person writes their first sentence on the number one line. It can be funny sad or even a poem. Then you fold over the paper so that the sentence is covered up. Now you write the last word on the fold covering your sentence. Pass the papers around left or right (your option ) :)
> > On your new paper you write a sentence about anything you want as long as it ryhmes with the word on the fold.
> > Once again fold and pass. This time you write any sentence- than fold and write last word on flap ..and so on. Basically you ryhme every other sentence.
> > They dont all turn out great . But sometimes it is a riot! And many are as good as some published poets :)
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> > have fun, Lance
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> Hey, some friends of mine and I have a similar game.
> It only takes two people, though.
> The first person writes the first two sentences of a story on a blank sheet of paper, with the second sentence starting on its own line. You fold the paper up so only the second sentence -- the whole sentence, as they can take up mulitple lines-- shows. Then your partner does two sentences off yours, again folding so you can't see their first sentence. When you're both sick of trying to piece together the half of your partner's story you don't know about, someone is elected to write an ending. I swear, those things have more discrepancies than the Duel of the Ages! [Speaking of, the best one I ever did involved Blood Drops-- I know, I know, horridly unoriginal to say the least, stealing someone's character. It was a weak moment.]
> See, the key is to put all of the funny/important stuff in the part your partner doesn't read-- it's better that way when you unfold it-- and to make allusions to the stuff s/he doesn't know about.
> Peace in the valley,
> Chris

a friend and i once did something like that, but it was in an e-mail... she was sleeping over at my house, and we were in an odd mood, so we wrote one of those stories, writing as much as we wanted, then scrolling down a page and telling the other person our last sentence.... it turned out rather oddly... of course, everything that friend and i do turns out rather oddly. oh well.

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