Vision Writers meets the first Sunday every month, except December and January. Why we don’t meet in January is obvious, and December, we reserve that Sunday for our Christmas party.
This year we had a fabulous time at The Coffee Club Milton. Aside from fun chats and tasty eats we had a ‘best nerdy shirt’ contest, honoured our previous president for all her hard work in the many years she served, played same lateral thinking games, and a few writing games. For those who’d like to do a writers group Christmas party and want to enjoy playing some writing games, these are the ones we played.
Reader-Confusing Words Stories:
If you’re part of a critique group you’ve probably received the feedback at some point that you used a big word that might ‘confuse readers’. Regardless of whether this is good or bad advice, we gathered these words up and put them together.
The aim is to then write a flash fiction piece using as many words as possible. The fun part is trying to put the words you don’t know the definitions of into sentences according to what you think they could mean.
There are two winners, the person who got the most definitions right(at our meeting this was Anna, a prospective new member), and the person who did the most hilarious job.
Continuous Story Writing:
Honestly I’ve been playing this game since primary school, but I don’t know it’s actual name. It harkens back to the olden days of hand writing stories on sheets of paper. How old school ;p
This is a multi-author game. One person starts the story off. they write a paragraph (as long or as short as they please. Once they are done they fold the sheet of paper they wrote on so only the very last line is visible. Then they hand the page to the next person. They follow the story on as they imagine based only on that visible last line. They write their paragraph, fold so only their last line is readable, then pass on to the next.
To give you a good laugh and show the results, here’s the story we wrote:
It was a dark and stormy night. Nothing good was on TV so Edgar the evil Santa elf went for a stroll down absurdity lane. But Edgar knew the peace wouldn’t last, because Edgar the elf was in fact a tiger who just doesn’t feel for anything but trees. Edgar loved trees more than his own family. He would sleep with them and hopefully they would not notice. In the morning the troop made ready to leave. He was relieved that they appeared not to have noticed him. Between being eaten by cannibalistic travellers or devoured by wolves his choices last night had not been good. At least it turned ut alright. Then he noticed the large copper penny in the woman’s hand. She flipped it. It came up tails. “You lose,” she said. “Now you have to pay the price.”
“So what’s the cost?” I asked. “My first born, my immortal soul?”
“No,” he answered. “$12.50”
“That’s the price of the toenails. Pay up.”
Bob shook the sake and took a drag on his pipe. He coughed, his voice burbling like a throatful of souls. She chugged them down, gagged and vomited effervescent bile everywhere. It streamed down her chin, burning away the flesh and bone. he recoiled in horror.
“If I had known this was what you looked like without make up, I never would have married you,” he howled.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” She asked. “I didn’t shatter them all, you know.” She paused, considering. “Okay, most. I left one in the bathroom for you.”
“Why would you leave that in the bathroom? Won’t it explode when it comes in contact with water?”
She stared at me, frozen stiff.
And the explosion was a crimson blossom which swallowed us all and everyone died.
Then I woke up and it was all just a dream.
Consider this proof that you can have a lot of fun breaking the rules. The writing rules at least ;p
Have a great holiday season everyone!