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Individual Task 

We went through newspapers, randomly pointed at a word and then noted the word along with the 3 others either side of it. Then we formed sentences from these and were told to create our own little story in relation to the line we chose.

Line: Game is not one in which you take risks

The following is based (loosely) on true events.

I looked at the hungry hippos set. I had to win. The English had promised me a sack of potatoes. A WHOLE SACK. Probably from lidl but whatever, a potato is a potato no matter of origin. I had promised Nachos that if I lost I would do a parody of "What does the Fox say?" for his video, an obvious joke from my name. I told myself not this time. The suspense of waiting for the balls to emerge, glistening like silver pools of icy water in the gleaming moonlight was too much. There was too much at stake for me to mess this up. I had one chance and I wasn't going to waste it. Suddenly, like a beam of lightening across the sky the balls were released and my heart skipped a beat with the tension. The group watched me intently to see what would happen and how I would react. Would I be fast enough? Only time could tell. Katherine gazed on at me with the vacant stare of the typical essex twat that I'd become so accustomed to since starting uni but I wouldn't let this put me off...stop me from achieving my goal of obtaining the most balls. My hippo nom'ed for what seemed a century before finally all balls had vanished, and the board returned to being as deserted as the sahara desert. All of us had beads of sweat forming on our foreheads from the intense work out and Josh gave the nod to begin the counting, whilst trying to release the tension."Do you want a finger?" he asked. He handed me the chocolate which had been reduced in sainsburys to a fairly decent price which I thought was pretty reasonable indeed. I lifted each ball slowly from the compartment...one...two...three. Time had slowed down and everything was spinning as if I'd been put in a giant bingo wheel. I couldn't take anymore. I got up in silence and stumbled to the corner where I sat down rocking back and forth, tears streaming like a waterfall down my reddening cheeks. Suddenly strange people, dressed in suits burst through every hole in the room...doors...windows. They came closer encircling us and I screamed as I watched them carry my friends from the room. "Kaaaattt! Tooooooommmm! Someone help us!" I yelled as loud as my lungs would allow. I tried to run but they closed in grabbing me by the arms. Everything went black. I woke up, heart beating fast. Had it all been a dream? I sat up and realised I couldn't move. I was restrained by something...what was this? I looked down at my struggling body and realised the hell that was containing me. The straight jacket was too tight, yet felt cosy and snug. I looked across the padded white room and noticed everyone from the game was also there. We all looked at each other and then all at once began to chuckle, the sound of insanity playing like music in our ears. Haha I remember now. We're dfsa. We're the crazy ones. This was home. We were finally back where we belonged.

And that folks is my beautiful story.

We created an audio book for it as well which you can listen to here. Tis v dramatic. Enjoy!