Collaborative Creative Writing at Any Age!

What would you do if you were given a first line of a story, asked to write your own bit of fiction using it  and JUST as you got pen to paper and started to frame your creations you heard, "Stop!". 

What's this now? You watched in stunned silence as your paper is collected and handed to someone else in the room. 
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But, but . . . you're not finished! You're not ready for someone else to read it! What is even happening?! 
Let's find out . . .

"In front of you is the start of someone else's story. Continue it. Take it wherever you want. The story belongs to you for the next five minutes. And in five minutes, you'll have someone else's story to continue. And then another! And maybe once more too! The original writer will get their story back to wrap up. Go!"

So the original authors started and ended their stories, but the middle? That's where their fellow writers (ranging in age from 10-18) were tasked with continuing the story. At least three other writers took the story further - adding twists, turns and tumbles the original author would NEVER expect. Here are prompts, with the piece linked beneath!​ 

1. There were at least 15 different ways he imagined dying, and this was not one of them. As he . . . .
2. The elephant farted as it sat on the ground a huff. “What in the world did I eat to cause THAT?!” she blushed, looking toward the . . . .
3. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to steal from me,” the ship’s captain grumbled as she looked around the room for a way to escape, when suddenly . . .
4. The flowers weren’t blooming yet, but nothing was really growing in that patch of the field since the day the aliens landed on it. Nothing, that is, except . . .
5. They were singing so loudly they didn’t hear the fireworks, and they also didn’t hear the sirens, which would have alerted them that something had gone very, very wrong. Instead, once the singing stopped . . .
6. “Why aren’t you walking on your hands?” is what she thought she heard the girl say as she darted past her on the street, upside down. What an odd thing to ask, she nearly said aloud, as she turned to see everyone was doing the same thing. This wasn’t the right dimension, she’d obviously stepped through the wrong door and now . . .
7. All the child would eat was bananas and rice, sometimes separately, sometimes mushed together – it was nauseating. But it was worse when he picked his nose and . . .
8. If he to hide in this locker for another minute, he would die of starvation, he was sure of it. It had been nearly an hour since his last meal and he was just ridiculously hungry, but such was the life of a . . . 
9. “You won’t know if you don’t try,” she shouted up to him on the ledge. He was pretty sure he couldn’t fly, not yet at least, but she had been flying for nearly two years now and . . .
10. The red birds were flying all around them, telling them to go home – they had no chance of winning the race anyway, so why bother trying? But Pip, the smallest of the blue birds was having none of it . . .

And you can find more writing from these talented kids over at The Homeschool Times!