Take 8 texts and 8 people.
Each person selects five lines and copies them out.
Re-distribute the copied lines amongst the contributors.
Attempt to construct a narrative by each person placing a line in turn.
Illustrate the story.
(this may take some time)
I have, however, a hundred objections to make. Uncle Jerry had a smell too.
His looks repel him; their brown backs and their dusty tops seem to jeer at his
loneliness. Hear him, with voice thick and husky, a cracked laugh, talking
rubbish and ribaldry, and in the midst of balderdash gleaming now and then a
gorgeous sentence that drivels away again into a cadence almost idiotic. In
this manner hours passed by without further interruption.
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| "Upon them were found the letters from Hannibal to Philip..." |
Then, for the first time, Hawkeye was seen to stir: how could anyone compel
her to submit to someone who had so insulted her? Two powerful warriors cast
themselves on Heyward, while another was occupied with securing the less than active singing-meister. Upon them were
found the letters from Hannibal to Philip, and a copy of the treaty.
"Our feelings ought to be respected!"
The Senate, after making such an answer as pleased all the ambassadors,
ordered M. Valerius Levinis, the proprietor, to advance towards Macedonia with
a fleet, in order to examine matters nearer at hand, and be in a condition to
give immediate aid to the allies.
"Well, you wouldn't credit how ladylike she looks. Were you fond of
Venetia? You could scarcely bear to see her walking. "
"Yes, and it's over now."
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| "The interested eyes of the lieutenant sort her frequently..." |
The interested eyes of the lieutenant sought her frequently, and he felt a
secret pleasure at the thought that probably he would be allowed to enjoy her
society for a whole week, maybe two, for the marching orders ran "until
further orders". A gentle murmour
expressed the sentiments of all that were present. Daddy was getting angry.
"I know they would, I heard two religious ladies talking about
me."
"I hope your beast won't bear malice, Tom, for this would be an awkward
place for him to try his capers. To say that is only [****] is on many accounts
a thing to be deeply deplored."
"If I may venture upon a suggestion," said old Mrs Von Bock
blandly, "it would be to fetch them both at the same time with the
carriage."
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| "Then Miss Eden raised her to her heart and told her her sweet secret." |
Then Miss Eden raised her to her heart, and told her her sweet secret.
Venetia was astounded and hurt.
"Noa," said her father, "what does she want wi' readin' an'
larnin'? It ought not so to be!"
"Who will say to the wife of Merawgwa that her fishes have his scalp,
and that his nation have not taken revenge! The Lord has done great things for
us these last hundred years. If any man thinks that our cause is in no great
danger, I can only marvel at his blindness. One thing is very clear, and that
division is a great cause of our weakness."
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| "Venetia, but fore her shadowy legs, was a plump child." |
Venetia, but for her shadowy legs, was a plump child. She was a hedonist,
but she was intelligent enough to be sceptical of pleasure. She did not seem to
guess the vicar was there...
"Anciently, my tributaries!"
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| ""Bringing before his mind's eye the symbol of his faith..." |
Bringing before his mind's eye the symbol of his faith, he strove, by
contemplation of the sublime love and pain, to melt his heart into tenderness
for the suffering wretch he was going to see, and to bring more vividly before
him his terrible condition.
By this time Duncan was thoroughly awake, and he immediately lifted the
shawl from the sleeping females. Didn't I tell you he was going off his head,
and that I wanted to know what is best to do for him? Romans. Romans to bring
over other kings to their fide by the attractive charms of advantage.
You were all horribly afraid, I know, at the beginning, that it was going
to be a love-story; and one is really so tired of them. Venetia's childhood is
not that interesting.
