Tagged: Creative Writing

Exquisite Corpse

Two nights ago, myself and three friends (Jono, Tom and Dave) played a game called Exquisite Corpse. For those of you who don’t know about it, the premise is simple: hand around pieces of paper and each write a beginning, middle, ending or moral for a series of stories (without looking at what has already been written on the paper). The resulting four short stories will entertain for hours. I have decided to share our unanimous favorite with you all:

Beginning. I open my eyes. Smoke reigns from the citadel and I can’t feel anything. It’s dark but then again, it’s always dark. I see my dentist, smiling with smoker’s teeth. He readies his tools.

But I can’t help but feel a throbbing phallus penetrating my belly button, its veins making small imprints in the tricky putty lodged in the belly’s crevice

I shit myself and scramble the fuck out of there. I feel for my keys in the dark – but come up empty. Then a light bursts on above me. “The test is over,” Glados tells me… I must “assume the party submission”, she says… There’s going to be cake! I love cake!

I don’t have much left to say on the aforementioned matter, but meth is a hell of a drug and I could not recommend it more highly.