A creative game from Equinox 57, by Jill Tallmer.
Players sit at tables of approximately eight. Each person has a paper, accordion-folded in 8 and then unfolded (or a paper printed with seven equidistant lines) Each person writes a dramatic last line of a story at the bottom and passes to the left. Second person writes a dramatic and entirely unrelated first line of a story at the top and passes to the left. After last and first lines are filled in, subsequent writers can choose to fill in any intervening line, so as to get the story to make sense. When all 8 lines are written, the person who started by finishing the story gets it back, and slaps on an appropriate title to the story.
Note that everyone can see the whole story as far as it has been written up to that point. This is not a "pass and fold" game.
For this Equinox, there was an additional requirement that every story plus title add up to 57 words, which meant that the person writing the title had to count the words, and edit as needed. It was helpful that each person indicated how many words they used in their line.
When stories are complete, go around the table declaiming them. Share the best/worst with the whole assembly if there's time.
Tables with a number of players other than 8 can easily adapt.
Three stories written this way:
THE CHURL FROM IPANEMA
When he staggered into the bar, all conversation stopped.
"Please, a drink," the burned man gasped.
But the bartender ignored him.
Suddenly, the man burst into a song:
"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Tequlia!"
Best. Song. Ever!
But inside, he was deeply concerned about the devastating earthquake in Brazil.
"Someone's got to rebuild Rio," he muttered.
CEDRIC AND LUCY
What happens in the dirt stays in the dirt
"I hate parties" Cedric grumbled
But then he saw her in the blooming daffodils
Daffodils never party
They just lie around
"You call that a garden?" She sneered
"No, I call that a--hey, will you marry me?"
She turned to him and said "Yes."
The next one rhymes:
CRAP!
the princess awoke to sun streaming in
and a funny feeling at her chin
she said "Oh crap--not again!"
she plugged in the electric razor--but then...
footsteps approaching. "here comes the queen!"
"but my thin beard remains unclean!"
"Oh crap" she said as she went to the can
and that's when the problems began