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Copy and paste the last version of the sentence into “Comments” and add a word or phrase to expand the sentence. You can also start a new sentence. Make each version meaningful. Don’t delete anything anyone else has written.
Alice in Wonderland.
Alice was in Wonderland.
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Alice was crying in Wonderland.
Left by Sean Banville on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, confused.
Left by Anne on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused.
Left by Mike on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, waiting.
Left by Anne on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, waiting for her Prince.
Left by Joan on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her Prince.
Left by Dave on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, Prince.
Left by Sean Banville on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince.
Left by Mike Harrison on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess.
Left by ALiCe__M on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in Wonderland, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark.
Left by Mike Harrison on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark.
Left by Anne on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was a dark rum she ordered.
Left by Mike Harrison on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was a dark rum she ordered, on the rocks.
Left by Anne on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was a dark rum she ordered, “on the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing .
Left by chris on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formerly Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was a dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing .
Left by Anne on March 12th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and handsome – “what about it”? he said …
Left by Joan on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and handsome – “what about it”? he said. She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied.
Left by photomatt7 on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and handsome – “what about it”? he said … Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter.
Left by Sean Banville on March 13th, 2010
(Comment was on hold out back, just merging – Anne)
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter.
Left by Anne on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter.
Left by Janet Bianchini on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Left by Sue Lyon-Jones on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
Left by Anne on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
Left by Joan on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.
Left by Sue Lyon-Jones on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.
“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way.
Left by Janet Bianchini on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. – Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.
“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.
Left by Sean Banville on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. –
Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.
“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.
Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk’s walk as “galumphing” — a blend of “gallop” and “triumphant”.
Left by Anne on March 13th, 2010
Alice was crying in the Wonderland Bayside Bar, lonely and confused, thoroughly through with waiting for her horse, The Gelding Formely Known As Prince, named after his mother, Black Princess. It was dark rum she ordered, and she thought to herself: “Enough!” “On the rocks” by the Heebee Geebees was playing on the ancient juke box and she felt like dancing. The music played softly, the lights were low, the eyes of the musicians shone like stars and he appeared, large as life – tall, dark and devilishly almost impossibly handsome – “what about it”? he said … She looked toward the jukebox, then smiled wryly. “Just my style,” Alice replied. –
Of course, “it” was the murdered corpse of the Mad Hatter, and “he” was Humphrey T. Dumpty, Night Shift Supervisor of the Wonderland CSI (Crime Scene Investigation team).
Things weren’t looking good for Alice.
“Why did you do it?” asked HTD, wrinkling up his forehead, narrowing his moon-shaped eyes to almost a slit and bellowing in a thunderous roar.
“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” asked Alice sweetly, as she poked nonchalantly at the ice cubes in her drink with the pointy end of an ice pick.
“Butter wouldn’t melt!!”, he muttered incredulously under his breath, as he looked at her in a menacing and highly accusing way. “But ice-cream would”, he said, cryptically, in a whisper that awoke the Jabberwock.
Dumpty was the uncrowned expert on the Jabberwocky. It was he who had first described the Jabberwalk’s walk as “galumphing” — a blend of “gallop” and “triumphant”.
Dumpty slid his stool closer to Alice. He glanced from the jukebox to the bar and back to Alice’s glass, barely taking notice of the card games being played or the strings and sealing wax littering the grungy floor. “Listen, Alice,” he whispered. “You don’t want me to have to bring in my slithy toves.”
Left by photomatt7 on March 13th, 2010
And cut!
I suspect I won’t be the only one doing this in class next week –?
Thank you so much, everyone
Thanks, Mike, for reminding me of expanding games.
Left by Anne on March 14th, 2010