The Pen Is Mightier [Thursday, 1st Period]

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

Rick was not in the classroom today, rather like he hadn't been in class last week. This time, though, there was someone to replace him. Or at least stand in for him. That someone was the Doctor, a man who looked to be in his 20s with a thing for tweed and bow ties.

"Hello! Your teacher is missing. Nothing to be alarmed about, though my TAs are missing too, so perhaps there is. Not sure. I should find out." He'd been busy with things. "I will find out," he assured them. "But not now, because we have a class to teach. Me to teach, you to learn. The Pen is Mightier. It doesn't say what it's mightier than, but the power of the word is very mighty indeed, so let's agree with that. I'm the Doctor, by the way, in case you didn't know and need to call for help. I don't know what you'll need to call for help for, but it never hurts to be prepared.

We won't be writing today, so you can put your pens away, but every good story that's been written down started out in someone's head or someone telling a story out loud to someone else. They turn into novels or short stories or sometimes urban legends or myths. I have a few myths about myself around the place, though only part of them are true. So here we go. There are only a few of you, we should be able to manage this. We're going to come up with a story, off the top of our heads, doesn't matter how detailed or simple it is. You start. Say it out loud for everyone to hear and then pass it off to the next person to continue when you're done. We'll keep going round and round until we're finished."

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Re: Activity: Round Robin Story

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Funny, this was all sounding strangely familiar to Alexander as he picked it up.

"Of course," he offered, "the quest would not be an easy one. Not at all. In order to reach the castle, he had to traverse through the dark Forest of Kaviinaar, with its bent and twisted grey trees. Origianlly, the forest had been meant to be defense for the castle, and the town had built up on the other side, but since then, a terrible darkness had overtaken it. Rumour had it that an old hag of a witch lived in these woods, and was wont to make unsuspecting travellers her daily repast. Thankfully, though, the brave, handsome cobbler's son was equipped with..."

There he trailed off, to let the next person think of what wonderful tool their hero might have at hand.

Re: Activity: Round Robin Story

[glacial_queen]

"A stout heart, a quick wit, and, most importantly, a pair of shoes that could fly," Karla supplied, remembering Luke's shoes from Friday. "While he had been raised to fear the forest, he had never encountered anything more dangerous than a woodland creature when he was sent gather herbs and plants for their meals from the outskirts of the forest. So, whistling a jaunty tune, the cobbler's son entered the depths of the forest, heading deep into the heart of it. Barely had the shapes of the village been swallowed up by the trees when he discovered..."

Re: Activity: Round Robin Story

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

"A HUGE lake!" added Harper. "At first, the cobbler's son wondered if he could go around it, but after walking for ages along the shore, he didn't feel like he was getting anywhere. So then he tried to wade out into the water to see how deep it was, but he had to turn back when the water came up to his shoulders. You see, the cobbler's son couldn't swim. What he really needed was..."