Tandem Writing Exercise
Two people taking turns writing a story.
Rebecca: At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.
Gary: Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far...". But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
Rebecca: He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel." Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.
Gary: Little did she know, she had less than 10 seconds to live. The dim-witted peaceniks who'd passed the Aerospace Disarmament Treaty had left earth a defenseless target for aliens. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his submarine headquarters off the coast of Guam, felt the massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 85 million other Americans. "We can't allow this!" the President declared. "I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's XXXX 'em out of the sky!"
Rebecca: This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Gary: Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Tandem writing exercise anyone?
“For the scientist who has lived by his faith in the power of reason, the story ends like a bad dream. He has scaled the mountains of ignorance; he is about to conquer the highest peak; as he pulls himself over the final rock, he is greeted by a band of theologians who have been sitting there for centuries.” - Robert Jastrow