One of my favorite games to play with my family is one we call "The Story Game." It goes like this:
Everyone gets a sheet of paper and something to write with and sits in a circle. Then everyone starts writing a story. Any old story they want. You write a few lines then fold the paper over so that only the last line is showing, and then everyone passes their paper to the left. (or the right. The direction of passing doesn't actually matter.) Now everyone has a new paper and a new story. And so you add on to the story on the page in front of you, based on just that one line of writing they left for you to see.
Maybe everyone plays this game. Maybe everyone calls it The Story Game. I don't know. I don't really talk to anyone else. Anyhoo, we played it last night. And usually we are just writing whatever story comes to mind, or sometimes poems, but last night we had themes. And if you haven't realized by this point, I am about to subject you to some of these stories whether you like it or not. Because they make me laugh. Actually, they amuse me so much that I am going to post all 8 of them and make you read one every single day. Ha ha! It makes me feel so powerful! There is nothing you can do to stop me!!!
And for fun's sake, I am going to change the color of the font to signify a change in writer. Pretty fancy huh? Here we go (oh, and I should probably state beforehand, that yes, Jared kind of plays a big part in these stories, but since we don't actually know a Jared, I'm assuming he won't care.):
It has been 1 year since my last entry. So much has happened. Christmas. . . that was great. Scruffy, my dog, DIED. . . that sucked! But anyway, this journal entry is about ♥Jared♥.
Yesterday during lunch I was eating my pizza and ranch when I turned around Jared was RIGHT THERE. I didn't even know he was there, but when I turned around, there he was. AND THEN he said "Hey." and walked off. AAAH!!!! I'm pretty sure I almost died. Good thing I was wearing my favorite pair of running shoes and my diamond tiara in case there was a princess contest nearby. I usually win those. As you know, I'm not actually a princess but I have that princess demeanor that is a real plus in those contests. I don't like to compete though. It makes people feel bad. I know that I am not supposed to care but my beauty really does raise the bar for the rest of the country. Anyway, back to Jared. . . he is not cute enough for me.