Writing Game: an exercise in creativity

On your marks, get set, GO!


I’ve seen a lot of these types of games going around recently, so I thought I’d re-purpose one to be of some creative use. The rules are simple: use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real – no making stuff up during this first stage! Then, once you have your list of twenty things – write a story that uses each one of them.

1. Your name

 2. A four Letter Word

3. A boy’s Name

 4. A girl’s Name

 5. An occupation

 6. A colour

 7. Something you wear

 8. A food

 9. Something found in the bathroom

 10. A place

 11. A reason for being late

 12. Something you shout

 13. A movie title

 14. Something you drink

 15. A musical group

16. An animal

 17. A street name

 18. A type of car

 19. Something scary

 20. Ice cream flavour

Below I’ve shared the piece of writing that I created using this method – highlighting each of the answers to the twenty questions to prove I used them all!  I set myself a limit of 15m to get something down, hence why a lot of the words are crammed in at the start!
It’s a good way to get out of writer’s block or to start some free writing when you want a distraction from other projects you are working on. Mostly though, it’s just a bit of fun.

(1)Cat struggled to stop the bleeding. She had (11)cut herself on the knife, slicing through the potato trying to make home-made (8)crisps and catching her thumb in the process. The blood was a vivid shade of (6)cerise and she found herself repeatedly shouting (12)’Crap, Crap, Crap‘ as she realised that she would be late to meet (3)Colin and (4)Cassandra in (10)Cambridge. She wrapped a tissue around the cut and taped it down in lieu of having any plasters. Pulling on her (7)coat she rushed out to her (18)Cee’d, hoping that the door to her house had locked behind her. The party food would have to wait.

Colin was a (5)car salesman and he had promised to help her part-exchange her car for a better model. The Cee’d had been nothing but trouble since she’d got it. She jabbed the key into the ignition, revving the engine in order to get it started. The radio blasted out a song, something by (15)The Calling, she thought, but she turned it off before the song could get stuck in her head. She raced through he city, finding a convenient parking space on (17)Cecil Street, just around the corner from the dealership. Bundling her things together she hurried out of the car, pulling her coat tight around her torso as the (2)cold breeze tugged at it.

“Cassandra,” she called as she approached the car lot, seeing the back of Cassie’s head peering into the street.

“Hey,” she greeted. “We were wondering where you got to.”

She ushered Cat in, rolling her eyes at the movie playing on the TV in reception.

“Is that (13)Clueless?” Cat asked, recognising the actress on the screen.

“Oh yes,” Cassie replied. “I remember watching that when I was thirteen years old, making (14)cocktails from the liquor left in my parent’s cabinet thinking I was all grown up.”

The two of them laughed together.

“At thirteen all I remember is watching a scary movie with (19)clowns in it, hiding behind the sofa with my bowl of (20)chocolate ice cream.”

“Those were the days,” Cassie replied as she let Cat into Colin’s office.

There was a stuffed (16)camel on his desk. It looked like a souvenir from a Mexican trip, and Cat recalled Cassie mentioning that they’d just got back from their holiday.

“Good trip?” Cat asked, to be polite.

Colin wrinkled his nose. “Not particularly,” he said, offering her a chair. “Bloody Mexicans wouldn’t know what a (9)cistern did if it punched them in the face, which is exactly what I nearly did when our room got flooded.”

He didn’t appear to be in a particularly good mood, his eyes were dark and his eyebrows furrowed. I wondered if this would affect the deal he could get for me.

“So, you’re here to part-exchange that terrible excuse for a car, are you?”

I felt like he was accusing me of something, as if I didn’t know what I’d being doing when I bought the Cee’d – which I didn’t, really. I nodded and he sneered at me.

“Awful model. You’re making the right choice.”

I wet my lips, suddenly unsure of the decision I’d made. Sure, the Cee’d’s door stuck, the central locking system only worked half the time and I had to put the accelerator to the floor in order to start the damn thing, but Colin looked like a dodgy dealer from the telly in his plaid trousers and elasticated braces.

“Actually,” I said, glancing down at my thumb where the blood had seeped through the tissue. “I think I’ve changed my mind. Got a party this afternoon, you see, and I have to get back home. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

I was backing out of his office before he even had time to stop me. I ran down the road, my hair whipping behind me in the wind. I couldn’t give up my car, it had seen me through so much. I felt the blood run down my palm. It would also have to see me through a hospital visit. I fumbled with the keys in the lock, that damn central locking system. I heard the click of the locks just as I fainted, feeling the cold of the pavement on my cheek as I passed out.

I’d love to read your own attempts at this writing exercise – so feel free to post them in the comments, or host the game on your own blog and paste a link in the comments section!
Happy writing! 🙂


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