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A story is like a child: planned or not, we’re glad it’s here
Today (which is actually tomorrow, I’m writing this bit before even doing the literary experiment), me
It’s known as The Exquisite Corpse Game (see the photo above)
We wrote a story, a couple sentences each, without seeing what the other had written beforehand
“Her true colours were revealed that day, when she watched as her co-pilot plummeted into a black
The cascading water looked almost peaceful, if it wasn’t for the looming sense of dread that
He had the personality of a wet mop — and even that’s doing a disservice to their
He was no loss to Earth, especially since he was lost above and beyond Earth, now mulched
A hat tilt at having nothing but the very moment you’re inside of in which to
You don’t need a 6-page spreadsheet, depicting your characters every move
You don’t need to plot the plot down to the very second, or have a fully
There are no stringent rules when it comes to storytelling, because nobody can tell YOU how to
It gives you time to comb through your thoughts and filter out all the bits that feel
It might not be a great meal nor a fun holiday nor a clean kill, but it’
The words will be there, they’ll be alive and breathing, a world beginning to form behind
Once they’re down, you can go back through them and tidy, edit, do whatever you need
No prep, no planning, only paper and a pen (and in my case, Ben)
Do whatever you need — and want — to do to bring something to life
However it unfolds, just this once, for me: put your pants on