Just found on another page a writing idea. Someone writes three or four words, eg ‘It was a’
then stops. Next person continues with three or four words, and stops. People go on adding being as silly and surreal or serious as they want until story is written.
Any takers?
‘It was a..’
Boadicea's Chariot 
dark and miserable night in…
a dingy suburb of Doncaster when
..a horrible thought occurred to her.
They could be watching
her fumbling as she tried to
fit the key in the lock
A dark and stormy night…
It is a Rugby song so I will not elaborate
change the lightbulb
with her teeth
Her hair stood on end as she…
stuck her fingers in the socket.
felt a hand
gently removing the…
dead leaves stuck to
chicken drumsticks..
soles of her shoes.
What would happen next?
She stood stock still, in stockinged feet
Life was such an adventure
and waited for them
glad that she had learned martial arts.
Chop, chop, chop
suiieieieieie
Chicken drumsticks, she suddenly thought.
OZ
Wonderful served with
turning to sink her teeth
cold maggots and ash
As she dropped her
lover at the airport
picked him up again and
put him back on the plane
only to find that
he’d taken her suitcase with the
prosthesis in it
With the chicken drumsticks and the cole-slaw.
OZ
On arriving at US immigration control he panicked …
and threw the dirty
napkin into the bin, because he …
was terrified of
what was written on it.
Only he knew
the recipe, and …
how to avert…
ketchup-induced global warming.
‘We’re doomed!’ he said, while
checking his emails.
Crash! He turned
munching on a stale chicken drumstick.
OZ
He stared at the
plastercast of Lenin
and clenching the drumstick in his right hand he…
scratched his head, wondering
if anyone else had noticed it was an anagram of linen.
Disconcerted he picked up his mobile and
texted, ‘Help’, before
drumstick in hand, telephoned the Kremlin.
OZ
‘Putschkin, here!”
“Is Len in”?, He asked.
He’s got the Trotsky’s