My sister Lillie and I wrote a story this evening. It is one of those where each person writes a bit and then folds it over so the next writer can only see the last sentence. I think it came out pretty well, so I reproduce it here for you. My parts are in regular text, and Lillie's are in italics.

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl that lived in a beautiful house. She loved all of her brothers and sisters, who were all good-looking in their own ways. Her name was Samantha.
"I like to swim, read, and sing!" said Samantha excitedly. She then jumped into the pool that was right beside her.
Samantha didn't like the pool. It smelled funny. So she climbed out again and began to walk along the side of the road near the pool. To her surprise, a man in a pickup truck pulled up alongside her as she walked.
"Wow! You're big!" she said out loud (by accident of course, for she was very polite). He grunted and said, "Are you Samantha, the little princess?" At the word 'princess,' he made a weird croaky noise that sounded like glass breaking.
"I'm not a princess!" said Samantha. "Get away!" And she ran down the street away from him. He laughed scarily after her, but he didn't follow. "Well, that was bizarre," she thought.
By bizarre, she meant something really strange. Like, suppose a weird hairy man walked up to you and started scratching his tummy. THAT'S what she meant by weird. She looked around and realized someone had appeared right next to her and was doing this very thing!
They began to dance. It was an elegant waltz, and he was a handsome young man. Samantha enjoyed it very much, and she began to feel strange and dreamy. "Who are you, wonderful young man?" she whispered in his ear.
"I am Ferdinand, the plumber," he answered. Samantha smiled.
"Why, it must be very nice being a plumber!"
She imagined having a nice, clean toilet plunger by her side. Oh, what friends the toilet plunger and Samantha would become!
Unfortunately, Samantha never got to find out, for just then the terrible earthquake of '02 hit. As the first tremors arrived, she grabbed the handsome plumber for support. "Ferdinand, save me!" she screamed.
"No dice, lady," he replied. "That sewer's going to blow, and I'll be needed." He stalked off, plunger over his shoulder. Once again, Samantha was left alone.  ¶ 7:53 PM