Today at Unlocking Words we were reminiscing about a writing exercise we did together last June. One person wrote several sentences, then folded the paper so that the next person could only see the last line. The next person wrote several sentences, then again folded the paper so the next person could only see the last part. We passed the paper around the circle, and in the end we had an amusing story! Enjoy:
Ray and his girlfriend, Misty, drove all night to arrive in Chicago by dawn to see the sun rise. Ray had been planning this trip for months down to the last detail of how he was going to drop to his knee and ask Misty the question she had been wanting to hear forever.
"Are you a writer?"
"Well, I like to write..." Misty said.
"Do you write? Is there something deep inside you that just wants to put words on paper?"
"Yes!" she replied.
"Then you are a writer."
"I am a writer," Misty said. "I am a writer!"
"Really? That is strange. I figured you to be a singer. You've got such a smooth, refreshing voice. I don't know, it's just something I saw. Do you like music?"
"I love to sing to His songs, dance to His rhythm, and His flow. Listening to His spirit on where to go. His words are life and I sing them, so that others may know... the song in my heart when joined with others is free of melody and harmony, but often when I sing alone, it sounds off key! The most beautiful sound is when we all know and do our part! That sounds great!"
"Let's swim with the dolphins, they'll protect us from Jaws."
"And then we'll swim back to land, eat coconuts, and run barefoot through the forest!"
As our feet hit the soft forest trail, and our lungs take in the crisp, clean air, our souls imbibe the greenness of life in the forest, as it makes glad the temple of God that is our body. The river of life flows forth from the throne room and imparts life to THE Body, in preparation for what our Bridegroom is readying to pour out through us to heal a broken world.
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