Free your creative spirit with a storytelling game

Hello magical friends!

I hope everyone is dancing! Here is another great exercise to help free our creative selves. This post is directed towards those who expressed on the Creative Playtime post that they would like to try storytelling.

The following storytelling exercise can be done with two or more people. If you are fearful about performing in front of others, I recommend trying the game with children first. Let a child begin the activity and notice how he or she has no "sensors" or embarrassment when the story does not come out perfectly.  Children are good teachers because they simply and easily let ideas flow right out of their mouths. Learn from this and free yourself from the voices in your head!

Also, children make perfect creative mentors and playmates because they are supportive beings who love when adults drop their "guard." Children will not judge you and their magical smiles will boost your confidence!

1.) Have one person start telling a story (any story will do-- an imaginary tale, a favorite fairy tale, a memory). And don't just tell the story, act out the story by using exaggerated gestures and voices.

2.) At any point during the story, the other player(s) can yell "Freeze." When "Freeze" is called, the storyteller sits down. The player who called "Freeze" takes the storyteller's exact same physical position and either begins telling a completely different unrelated story, continues the story, or changes the outcome of the story.

3.) The new storyteller continues until someone else calls "Freeze" and so the story grows. Keep this activity going and going and going until you have a hilariously crazy story! 

Storytelling offers magical freedom once you let go of your fear! Be sure to laugh and play as you practice letting your mind, words and body run wild! Happy Storytelling!

Lots of love,

Yes, demon slime babies (and sneeze pizzas) can be magical too

Yesterday, as the sun slipped behind the trees, I took the enchanted pup running in a park filled with children playing soccer. My decrepit running shoes plodded along to sounds of slobbery puppy pants and cheering soccer families. Then, after four laps around the park, a gang of bored soccer siblings ambushed the enchanted pup with hugs and handfuls of weeds. I believe it is the enchanted pup's enormous dangly tongue that attracts children (not to mention, it is her tongue that has parents cringing and reaching for hand-sanitizing potions).

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After introductions, a boy, with what appeared to be purple jam smeared across his forehead, got into my face and yelled, "WHAT DO YOU DO? ARE YOU A LAWYER?"

"I'm a storyteller," I replied.

"WELL, TELL A STORY THEN!" another child snapped.

When disclosing my profession to a child or an adult, this is the most common response. And I typically oblige due to my rule to accept every storytelling opportunity offered. (Even when panting, sweating and wearing worn out jogging shorts and a t-shirt covered with neon sheepies circa 1993).

"What type of story would you like to hear?" I asked as the gang of sticky and sugar-fuelled children and I made our way over to the rusty bleachers.

Noting the female to male ratio, I was expecting to hear the usual cliché answers (princesses, princess fairy tales, Disney princesses and fairy princesses or even Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez and Bella Swan). But then a pig-tailed four-year-old girl rolling on top of the enchanted pup yelled at the top of her lungs, "DEMON SLIME BABIES!"

"Ah, yes, demon slime babies. Great idea! Well, I could tell a story about demon slime babies or I could tell you the story of a magical little creature who lives in the forest right over there."

She pushed my pointer finger down and said, "NO! DEMON SLIME BABIES!"

"What about the story of a peculiar little girl who finds a magical stalk of broccoli that..."

Whilst lifting his eyelids with his fingers until only the whites showed, a boy shouted, "WHAT?! MAGICAL BROCCOLI IS BORING, LADY! TELL A STORY ABOUT...ABOUT...*achoo*...PIZZAS!"

He proceeded to wipe nose sludge onto his bare arm and kneecap. "Sneeze pizzas?" I asked.

The children giggled and burst into the chant, "DEMON SLIME BABIES! DEMON SLIME BABIES! DEMON SLIME BABIES!"

Several parents joined the crowd upon hearing their children shout these words at a complete stranger. Knowing I had no stories about demon slime babies or sneeze pizzas in my repertoire, I looked at the growing audience of parents, curious joggers and chanting children and made a rash decision. "Okay," I squeaked. "A story about demon slime babies and sneeze pizzas it is."

"AND IT BETTER BE A GOOD ONE!" a child shouted.

This is why I love working with children. They they don't hold back their thoughts and they give instant feedback. Since I identified myself as a storyteller, they expected me to tell an award-winning story about demon slime babies on the spot. And if I so much as failed to entertain or if I allowed one single mind to wander, the children would not only blatantly deliver harsh criticism, but they would walk away.

I was both excited and terrified. On the one hand, storytelling to children of mixed ages in a location where they normally run wild without rules is an ultimate challenge. On the other hand, spontaneously writing and performing a story in front of a large group of potential clients in a brand new market is risky.

The only way to improve my skills as a storyteller is to do uncomfortable things and take risks.

To my relief, I whipped out a story (complete with audience participation) that engaged the children. (Phew!)  I know my story about demon slime babies and sneeze pizzas was not my best. However, as the children's faces lit up and smiles crossed their lips, I saw that this storytelling experience was magical to them (and as I floated away on a cloud of accomplishment, I realized that this storytelling experience was equally magical to me.)

The seed of this tale is that you must take risks in order to spread magic and feel magical! Are you taking enough risks in your life? 

Xx

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