Using only nonsense that somehow ends up making sense you build a story. Each player takes a turn and adds onto the story until a natural ending occurs, or in this case, until Minnie decides to end the game. This is a really fun way to boost your creative energy. As usual Minnie has something to say about this. She is rather crabby today so don't pay much attention to her. She can be a real spoil sport at times.
Gibberish and Gobbledygook
"Hostess with the mostest and master Gibberist, those who play live longer"
So, anyone out there want to play? I know you are all SO busy, but how about a little creative fun? Go ahead, grab a cup of coffee. Minnie will start and lets see who is brave enough to continue.
Here is an example of our very first game:
Here is an example of our very first game:
---Bug put on his slippery glasses and ran up the tree just in time to see the brown patch fall from the sky. He was really getting sick and tired of listening to the noice it made as it fell, and how it made his feet itch....
Your turn, just put a sentence or two in the comment box, Follow this storyline and the comment before you and lets see what happens next.
LINK TO FINISHED STORY
LINK TO FINISHED STORY
28 comments:
Love these G words - two of my favourite! :)Happy Friday!
Putting on his saucepan hat, he waddled on his back for a few miles until he fell over a tiny planet. He picked it up and threw back into space, where it bounced up and down every time bug sang.
Bug's singing was beautiful, his voice spiralled upwards, perfectly in tune. The tiny planet soared up up up...
Sue@JumpingAground (alliteration & drabbles)
Sue@traverselife(Workplace bullying)
I'm not even creative enough to play gibberish gobbledygook! Have a great Friday :-)
...until it splat, raining debris all over Bug and making his feet itch again.
With those itchy feet bug ran down the tree. When he did Bug landed right smack dab in the middle of a boat.
Gregg Metcalf
Colossians 1:28-29
Gospel-driven Disciples
Bug wanted to eat toast so he searched for someone to make it, an elephant, maybe, but he could only find a frog in the boat. Now he needed a toaster.
The boat sailed along a river of chocolate, past shops filled with blenders, espresso machines, and food processors, until it ran aground onto a shore of toffee chips.
The toffee chips were playing musical chairs, so bug stood on his head. His itchy feet danced and it inspired the goblin to sing.
Beautiful stuff, loved these G words :)
You have such a nice place here, enjoyed your it!
All the best
Marinela x
Short Poems
This sounds like a lot of the gibberish spam comments that people have been leaving on my blog this week. Not you wonderful people of course, but the spammers.
Bug loved the song. It inspired new feelings in his heart and that's when the transformation began.
His arms began to spasm and one shrunk into his body while the other one grew twice the length. His face contorted into a mask resembling a witch dotors.
His crabby mood he had been in since that morning started to slip away and a grin started spreading from one side of his face to the other. But that grin was cut short when he heard something startling from across the room.
... no no not possible - the gremlin couldn't have found him .. he'd laughed his sides a-splitting .. no more tickling ...
oh my! what creative commenters and what a fun game. I'd have love to join except that my brain doesn't seem to be functioning correctly as of the moment. I'm off to get some caffeine in my system. Good luck to the rest of you wonderful, creative writers! happy weekend.
nutschell
www.thewritingnut.com
PS,
Siv, I forgot to thank you for dropping by my blog yesterday and leaving those wonderful words. They really brightened up my day. Will be dropping by often!
nutschell
www.thewritingnut.com
You guys are really cracking me up, thanks I needed that today. Don't stop! I look so forward to see what is going to happen to Bug nest....LOL!
Normally on my blog, Thursday through Saturday I do a round robin just like this. Never though to post the completed story though.
Bug grabbed a feather and off he ran after the gremlin who was afraid to be tickled and terrified of feathers...
Nancy
N. R. Williams, The Treasures of Carmelidrium.
. . . straight into a rift in the spacetime continuum where he got tossed back and forth in several dimensions, landing, finally, in the home of the gremlin. And in his home was . . .
the frog. It had been in the boat but then it wasn't in the boat. It was in a dream. No. It was in the gremlin's home screaming "Wake up, wake up, would everybody just wake up!" But only the snark sniveled and sidled over sipping and salivating and sipping some more.
He took his sticky pad out to catch the sky. and then he trampolined out of the way before it hit him on the run.
Ha ha, fun!
Bug decided his adventures would make a good story so he posted it on his blog for the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
Many people saw the blog and a strange thing happened--as they read it, their feet began to itch.
Hah, Siv,
I accuse my students sometime of talking gibberish and they think that is such a funny term. It makes them laugh but it brings about a point; particularly in their writing :)
great post!
The itching was so intense that he....
Morphed into flame. His skin crakled and sizzled. When it stopped, his body felt different ...
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