We were given a sentence and told start writing a story with it. After a few minutes, we were given another sentence and had to integrate it into the story. A few minutes later, we were given a final sentence and again had to integrate it into the story.
“The only way John could pass the exam was by cheating.”
It tore him up inside. He took such pride in his study skills and now he was kicking himself for giving in to his roommate's pleading to go to a party.
“I don’t want to go by myself,” Cal had said. “I need a wingman.”
John couldn’t believe he had been taken in by that. It wasn’t even flattering. Wingman. Sidekick. Mascot. What’s the difference? By the time he realized that Cal really didn’t need any help finding someone to hook up with at the party, John was halfway through a game of beer pong.
“She found him in the Terminal Bar and Grill. He was sober for a change.”
John sat at the bar nursing his intense hangover.
“John?” she said. John turned and saw her come into focus. It was Lydia, a former girlfriend that he remained on friendly terms with. “What are you doing here?”
John looked around himself, confused. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“...the way Herb defrosted the refrigerator...”
The key turned in the apartment door and John walked in with Lydia. “Thanks for the ride,” he said.
“No problem,” said Lydia. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Only that I have an exam this afternoon and I’m probably not going to pass it. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“I could go for a soda.”
John walked to the fridge and opened the door. He was greeted by a wave of warm, sour air.
I didn't get to use that last sentence.
