Story Writing Task

Friday in class we were given the task of writing the opening of a story, the first paragraph or two, with the first line "Ross, a ___ year old male woke up & looked around him, he was". From this we had to write a story, passing our story on to the next person every 2-3 minutes, to write the next paragraph. Here is mine

1. Ross an 83 year old male woke and looked around him; he was sat in a brown arm chair in an unfamiliar room. He is wearing a white dressing gown, embroided with the words 'Loony bin, care home for the elderly'. The room is full of other people, about his age sat in chairs, similar to his. All of them dressed in the same white gown. Other than one man in the corner, sat on his own, completely naked with a towel wrapped around his head.After a few seconds a bell rings and two men in white dress trousers and shirts enter. Ross brushes his comb over to one side, clears his throat, stands up and screams at the top of his voice.

2. He is detained by the two men and returned to his room, thrown onto the bed and locked in. Ross looks around his possession and stares at a picture of himself in the woods with his Commander Ted.

3. A light knock on the door is heard; Ross looks up from the photograph."Who is it?" he exclaims
"It's me sweetheart" a calm, croaky voice said, lovingly.Rose opens the door slowly, and walks in, wearing a pink robe & slippers, holding a mug of tea. She wore glasses with a tortoise shell frame and smelt of musk; the smell wafted in the air. She walked towards Ross and sat down next to him, and handed him the mug of tea.

4. "Now how are you feeling today?" Rose asked with a smile. Ross looked at her blankly as if he'd never seen her before "Get out. Who are you?! Leave me alone. I want to be left alone"
His anger had taken it out of him as he stopped and took another breath

5. "I just wanted to know how you are" pleaded Rose
"No, go away. I just want to be on my own!" screams Ross
He turns his back towards Rose and looks intensely at the photograph. Rose stands up and places the mug of tea on the coffee table. She opens the door, turns and sighs with sadness as she leaves the room. The mug of tea smokes as Ross looks up at the door from his anger. He turns to the coffee table where the only thing left is the disappearing condensation from the cup of tea

Strangly the story which others have written is very similar to what was my own idea. I had pictured him having a photograph in his bedroom & has contemplated him meeting an old friend and not recognizing them, although the story is similar to what i had devised when first imagining it, i don't think that i will take it any further, as it would be very expensive to get the props neccessary & difficult to find enough elderly people willing to act for me.