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In this Everwending Story and we all take turns wending our way to attempt to create a story but on each turn a player can only write up to
500 words
to try to make the story go on and on and on.

Example:

Player 1: An old women took up her mop and bucket
Player 2: and started cleaning the moon
Player 3: which has gotten a bit dusty.
Player 4: Looking down from the moon to the earth she saw

and so forth...

Owen Woe ran away and joined the circus

his fortune for to find. Along the way,

he cried "Oh woe is me. Woe is me." until

he came upon the big red and white striped tent.

He looked up and saw a sign which said;

"This way to the Egress." So Owen Woe went searching for the

the exit because he was afraid that egresses might be scary.

Onward sashayed Owen until, careening into an egret wearing ogress

saying "Tell me oh great egret, where is the entrance?"

It's where you hear barking but see no dog she crowed.

This because three boys wearing dog-heads barred the stairs�

so Owen doggedly jostled the boys in pursuit of ingress.

And managed to get inside the big tent

and saw Bombo the human cannon ball.

Owen ducked as Bombo hurtled low overhead and

landed in the fat lady's lap.

The fat lady giggled and jiggled until

Bombo exploded into passion,

and having exploded created a job vacancy for cannonball which Owen took.

From that day, Owen's life took on interesting dimensions.

which Owen didn't understand because they were metric.

Fat lady size 20 measured many centipetres, with a hundred legs

But Owen didnt mind because he was adventurous

And liked dressing up in women's clothes just for fun

He also collected whips and chains and used them on

A Saturday when he liked to do his own thing!

Especially in public places

But he kept getting arrested by the local constabulary

PC Agron Plod, who popped Owen in Jug, Bombo's your uncle.

And fanny's your aunt ( she's the size 20 lady ) ...

Circus music! Owen adjusted his tiara and ran to his cannon

Hurrah for Owen, the crowd clapped, cheered and whistled!

His gold lamé cape fluttered over his shoulders as he climbed into the monstrous cannon.



NOTE: see revised rules above; players may now use up to 15 words per turn.

Lucas wrote: "His gold lamé cape fluttered over his shoulders as he climbed into the monstrous cannon.



NOTE: see revised rules above; players may now use up to 15 words per turn."

Hmmm wonder why ??? ;)

His gold cloak fluttered and flittered but calamity! It blocked the opening of the canon ....

It flitted and fluttered in the breeze coming through the tent's open ingresses and egresses

Owen tore his way through the flimsy gold lamé material just as the cannon was...

Owen pulled and pulled to free his flimsy cape and

Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A huge explosion with dust and ashes Owen was

Apologies Lucas I deleted your comment by mistake * sheepish grin* its the power of the moderators finger!!!!! Eeek! Sack me ......

As the cannon fired he soared into the air, his tattered flimsy cape floating down

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease

That daring young man on the flying trapeze, fingered Plod's nose to prevent a sneeze

said PC plod " get your hands off my sneeze pleeze or I'll wheeze! "

Rule change: you may now use up top 15 words on each turn. Note revised rule:

In this Everwending Story and we all take turns wending our way to attempt to create a story but on each turn a player can only write up to
15 words
to try to make the story go on and on and on.

Meanwhile Owen Woe, tiara askew, had safely landed, climbed out of the net and took his bow as crown cheered.

Men had tears in their eyes, women threw their panties at Owen, many people fainted

Men threw their briefs and boxers at Owen,each one inscribed with a phone number and size measurement.

Owen quickly gathered them all. Yay enough dates for a year. It's raining men!!!

Joining the circus was the best decision he ever made. All those men!

And one very big men's brief had 12 inches written next to the phone number.