Committee Stories-What's That?

I want to encourage y'all to do this crazy, random, fun, writing challenge which is the perfect thing to do on cold, indoor evenings. Grab a couple siblings (they can be really young or really old-they only need to be able to put words on paper) and a piece of lined paper and pencil for each. Then sit in a circle and start a timer for, say, 2 minutes. Everyone writes a few lines to a paragraph of the beginning of a story. Try to leave a bit of suspense or mystery at the end of your section when the timer goes off. If you’re in the middle of a sentence go ahead and finish, and yes, semicolons are legal. ; ) Then everyone around the circle- pass your paper to the person to your right, wait a few seconds for everyone to read the section, and then start the timer, and WRITE! Do this until everyone has their own story starter again and the story has come to some sort of conclusion. Read the whole story in front of you and give it a name. Make the stories as weird and funny as you want and have fun! 

This is one of our favorites--

   

Shane’s Adventure

(Emma) Vroom, vroom! A black car sped down an alley and disappeared behind a corner; a red truck raced after it. It turned the corner and stopped. A man got out and saw, to his astonishment, a row of men dressed in black holding guns.

(Anna) He clenched the truck door handle and took a quick step backward, his eyes quickly taking in the scene. “Shane Matthews,” an accusing voice spoke, and he saw a dark figure step from the black car still smoking behind the blockade of agents. “Why are you following us? We are nothing of your concern, little cowboy. And yet you persist on making a scene,” he growled.

(Perry) “Well," Shane drawled, still grasping the truck door handle, “as long as you are real agents, I don’t have to worry about a thing. But I happen to have a hunch that you’re not real agents.” He grasped the door handle more tightly. “And,” he added, “that you’re not real people either.” He pressed a hidden button on the door handle and light short from the front of his truck.

(Kate) The “agents” disappeared completely, and Shane sighed. “I wish they’d stop sending holograms to try to scare me. What I need is some real action.” An impossibly deep voice spoke from above, “You have you’re wish.” He tipped his head back to see out from under his hat and saw a gigantic black helicopter. His heart stopped, and he tried the button again. It didn’t work.

(Pearl) Dozens of black birds came swirling out of the hatch in the bottom of the helicopter. Shane took action right away. He threw a rope into the sky and fortunately it hooked to a sky hook. Then he climbed and climbed. The birds did their best to knock him down, but he had his hand gun ready. “Help!” he heard a soft but scared voice plead. Shane reached the helicopter and pulled himself inside. The birds were about to attack the earth bellow, but then Shane saw a button that said “destruct all fighting units”. Shane pressed it and instantly the birds floated into a passing mist. Then Shane saw a bad guy in the driver’s seat. Beside him was sitting a beautiful girl all tied up in ropes. He knocked the man out and shoved him out the window. Then he flew the helicopter down to a little chapel in Pennsylvania where he and his fiancé wanted to get married.

The End