Improvised Stories

"One story a day" "One-Page Tales" (Ichimai-Banashi) is a live storytelling performance where I draw a picture on a single sheet and, together with the audience, create an improvised story.
As different people add their imagination, the tale escapes anyone's control and unfolds into a strange, unpredictable world. Be careful: reading too seriously may cause a headache. Since 2011, I've performed this across Japan, creating hundreds of tales with thousands of participants. Illustrations by TAMAYA ✨ Want to see more? * Learn about the performance 👉 yusatoweb.com/ichimaibanashi * See the illustrations and stories on Instagram 👉 @ohanashi_ichimaibanashi

The subject matter of "Music, Language: Jazz," is something I thought of when I asked myself, "what if jazz were words, actual words and not exploratory, instrumental music?" I believe language started and helped humanity advance to a complex level of organized structure that we now know as jazz. This chapbook is my imaginary output about the idea of jazz music as a possible direct language.

This is a story that my friend and I wrote for a project [we had inspiration from Danganronpa and YTTD] please go follow her on Pinterest cause I don't post stuff there --.-- @Sh4m6l3s_frfr The story follows a character called Sammy who is suddenly put into a killing game with 14 other people, and the only way to escape is to kill

Welcome to Bizarroville! Expect nothing and be prepared for anything. This has become a collection of short stories written when struck by an attack of boredom and nothing-to-do-flu. Some are funny, and some may be not that much. Some are rather foolish, and hardly any are clever. And they may or may not be related to each other. You may have to read on in order to find out whether they are to your liking.

Sometimes the line between what's real and what you think you remember blurs, like in Ranboo's case. aka I wanted to write a detective Au, so I did! I don't really know what the end goal is, I'm just making it up as I go along, so come join me for the ride will ya The plot holes will probably never be filled, don't expect this to make sense and to be mind-breakimg, but I'll try to make it enternaing. Lots of SBI, benchtrio, and beeduo involved! Tws will be added in begining of chapter if they are needed

(Nah really, the mc ain't y/n, sorry) ((Please deal with the cussing, there's.. much cussing..)) So this is a story about the mc, who somehow ended up in the novel she wrote as a 13-year old. When she wrote this, she wrote it in y/n perspective, but she didn't find herself as y/n.. she ended up being y/n's first and best friend, Kaede?! Tho, this novel was pretty cliché. (Don't blame her, she was a frickin kid, Kay?) So what does she do about her being stuck in there? Answer: Nothing really. She just goes to school, deals with the cringe and tries to prevent any encounters with the male lead. (This is random ngl)

Short little flash fiction about mosquito musicians and their rise towards stardom. Prompt from Nika Harpers Wordplay.

A request from a cool person! If you've got a request, I'll see what I can do...

In a world of heroes, Izuku Midoriya is an outcast and freak. Quirkless and left behind, all he can do is take everything the world throws at him and do his best to stand back up. That is, until his 15th birthday. The day he obtained the power of Minecraft.

This book contains the scripts of the videos that include the character Running (aka Running The Galaxies), who interacts with the puppets on screen. These videos are unique because the scripts have not be pre-planned or pre-rehearsed and are therefore created in the spur of the moment as the video is being recorded. The unusual sock puppet show scripts will be revealed with every video that comes out in the YouTube channel of RTG until there are 100 scripts before making a volume two.

Welcome to the ever changing point of view of Nova. She can see through the eyes of anyone, except she doesn't get to choose who. Welcome to this second person improvised story. AKA confusion land. Not only does Nova Borealis live in this story, she creates it. Shes not quite sure how to use her powers, and knows very little of this exciting place, in fact she often finds herself dragged along on someone's else adventures. This is an almost completely improvised set of short stories about the characters I've made and the world they live in. Sometimes you'll feel all powerful, others completely helpless, either way, we will go on this journey together. Let go of the world with me and float into imagination, open your mind and become part of the story, and mabye even affect it. This is my first story, and I'm using Mobile, so I'll try my best to not make spelling errors. Have a wonderful time, even if you decide to skip this. :D

An improvised poem without any specific structure, just my feelings right now.

Basically just random ideas I have and then I write them down. Dont expect amazing things, just observe my mind and what it fabricates :)

Random stories I come up with while hanging out with a 7yo whose name shall not be disclosed and I shall call her Cat, as well as online friends and irl friends. Your feedback is needed if you have a suggestion comment it, if you want to help make a story comment letting me know, if you want a second part to a story comment and let me know.

Denise Rose Alexander was a normal boarding school girl. She lived ing London Town she had a pretty normal life until her whole world is changed for the worst or the better. Read yo find out.

I don't know what im doing with this

Honestly, not even I know what this is going to be. Probably more random stories I do for practice, then again, I don't practice at all. Hmm, well, we shall see where this ends up. All that I know is that this story will have a robot or a werewolf but whatever comes first is good.

Fiona, a twenty something, is gifted with problems and decides one day to just take off. What will this decision bring her?

Just some shhhhttttttuuuuuffffffff I throw together sometimes to let my imagination run wild. Meh. I could sense a storm coming. The heavy rain grew louder and louder, rushing against the dark curtained panes. It's way too late in the evening to be summoned here again. He took one last long sip of his cold whisky, the ice knocked against his teeth fell back into the now empty stout glass as he stood, and placed it down to the small round glass table beside him.

Three characters. Three stories. Three lives. One nice. One tricky. One treacherous. One connection. One debt. And one black sheep.