Tell a story

Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony.



Sorry to see that this topic has gone inactive for a while. This is the most popular topic in some of the forums I have visited and the end result is just truly amazing. Just to save time and make the story on the go without having to refer to other people's posts, I'll add a small rule. Simply copy and paste the story from the last member to post and add your three words to it.
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his

Janus, just copy and paste the whole story from the previous poster and add your part to it. Sorry for the confusion!
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar covered in oil
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar covered in oil. Blimey, he said
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar covered in oil. Blimey, he said "I want your juicy italian olives."
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar covered in oil. Blimey, he said "I want your juicy italian olives on my pizza."
 
Once upon a time, there lived a man who has a glass eye. The glass busted, splintered fragments piercing his face and....falling to the ground in agony. Rising, the man looked at his palm, which held a chocolate bar covered in oil. Blimey, he said "I want your juicy italian olives on my pizza."

Then came the
 
This is a great activity! I have often started my children's book clubs by telling a story in this manner. We usually start with only one sentence, which I initiate, then go to the next student in order. This quickly becomes a giggle-fest! If you have students who are shy to get going or just having difficulty in general participating early on in your sessions, try this one out! Thanks for suggesting this here!
 
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