Cathy
MAY 20, 2022 AT 10:12 AM EDIT
So… if we, your readers, were to work on your alphabetic exercise… it would start something like this:
As dawn was breaking over the burning river, the last Viking zombies returned to their aluminum boat en masse.
(Guantlet dropped. Someone pick up w B)😎
Lakshmi
MAY 20, 2022 AT 10:33 AM EDIT
But they were oblivious to the shapeshifting dragon lying in wait.
Office Wench Cherry
MAY 20, 2022 AT 10:41 AM EDIT
Before Bob could even say anything, Jenny picked up the automatic rifle she kept with her for just such occasions and opened fire.
“Cherries” she muttered.
“Damn Cherries.”
Deborah Blake
MAY 20, 2022 AT 11:44 AM EDIT
Cherries tend to be crack shots, however, at least with sarcasm and book recommendations, so Jenny was able to hit the shapeshifting dragon right where she was aiming, taking out the medallion that caused it to be able to shapeshift in the first place.
“Ewww” said the Cherries as the dragon flesh and blood rained down upon them. All the Cherries turned towards Bob who had conjured the dragon.
Dragon’s flesh…darn it.
Needs to start with Dragon’s Flesh, the D.
Finally!!! Bob has come back to Transylvania.
“Great leaping lizards,” Bob sighed.
“How is it that Cherries can’t take a joke”
Trying not to cross the streams over here …. so I’m picking my way through some of the double entries to keep to the 26 ABC format….
Track one:
As dawn was breaking over the burning river, the last Viking zombies returned to their aluminum boat en masse.
Before Bob could even say anything, Jenny picked up the automatic rifle she kept with her for just such occasions and opened fire.
“Cherries,” she muttered.
“Damn Cherries.”
“Ever notice how the Cherries can take a perfectly benign story opening and turn it into a murderous moment?” asked Bob.
“Feeling like some of that might be my influence…”
Track 2:
As dawn was breaking over the burning river, the last Viking zombies returned to their aluminum boat en masse.
But they were oblivious to the shapeshifting dragon lying in wait.
Cherries tend to be crack shots, however, at least with sarcasm and book recommendations, so Jenny was able to hit the shapeshifting dragon right where she was aiming, taking out the medallion that caused it to be able to shapeshift in the first place.
Dragons, even when shapeshifters who are shot through the medallion, make a tremendous amount of blood and gore.
“Ewww” said the Cherries as the dragon flesh and blood rained down upon them.
“Finally!
Gore, guts and the kinds of stuff I like to write about,” said Bob.
Oh, god don’t make it any more complicated. We can have more than one entry with a letter.
“Hurry, Jenny, save me!” Bob screamed, as the one-eye alligator floated towards them, munching on barbecued dragon droppings on the burning river.
“I’m trying to.” snarled Jenny as she clubbed the last of the Zombies with the end of the empty rifle.
“Just so you know,” she added, “This wouldn’t have happened if you cared as much about the mushy emotional stuff as the Zombies. But no, it had to be Zombies.”
“Knit one; pearl two,” Jenny said, as she taught Bob how to knit a rifle cozy while they were waiting for the next wave of zombies.
“Leave the rifle, take the cannoli”, muttered Bob.
No weapons left behind, shouted Jenny as she attacked the zombies with her knitting needles. The needles hit the zombies in the knees and they collapsed to the floor.
Rains, rains, moaned a zombie clutching his knees.
Shouldn’t that be brains? asked Bob, carrying a baseball bat.
It was my boyhood dream to be a weather reporter, the zombie explained and passed out at Jenny’s feet.
Fix this. I cant look at him, said Jenny.
Bob covered the fallen with an oversized sweater.
Suddenly they were surrounded by fog.
We mean you no harm, a voice carried through the fog.
Show yourselves, shouted Jenny.
What are you? asked Bob.
We are the zombie nuns, said the creature stepping through the fog.
Nope, each sentence has to start with the next letter, not each paragraph.
No!!! The zombie nuns have arrived, the injured zombie screamed and crawled to his pirate ship.
Maybe this is a dream, said Jenny.
Zero nine four seven tee was thought to be an NEO – Near Earth Orbiter – but what it actually was, was a Near Moon Orbiter, missing the moon but striking the earth and just incidentally ending all life as we know it… except for zombies, six billion of them.
Not until the end. You’re on “N” which needs to be at the beginning of the sentence.
“OMG — Don’t ever use the ‘it’s a dream’ turning point!” Bob bellowed, stripping to his pink-butterfly-patterned banana hammock with the side pockets for an underwater 5-second timed nuclear bomb (right pocket) and speed/time/space measuring tool with instant triangulator and bottle-opener (left pocket), fastening his purple latex nose plug securely, and striding purposefully towards the burning river where the one-eyed alligator was just reaching the shore, but, on seeing Bob, quickly reversed direction and sank out of sight.
This counts: it’s a run-on sentence not a paragraph so it still fits the assignment.
Of course the assignment is harder if there are only 26 sentences and each has to start with a consecutive letter of the alphabet. Exercises are supposed to stretch your writing.
Perhaps the cherries were right all along and you CAN write a story with Viking Zombies and burning rivers, Jenny thought.
Quite suddenly, the heavens opened up, and the Valkyries swooped down to return their Viking heroes to Valhalla, while Jenny and Bob looked on in wonder and amazement.
Run-on sentences Count?!
Some things must be endured, I suppose.
Too soon we will reach the point where that meteor can be deployed.
Until then, there will be pain -pain such as you have never imagined if you don’t tell us what the Omega 13 does!
Viking zombies rising to Valhalla ahead of the meteor – it’s a sign!
Wait – the Omega 13 is in a totally other plot.
You can’t say I didn’t try, by Grabthar’s Hammer!
Zero nine four seven tee was thought to be an NEO – Near Earth Orbiter – but what it actually was, was a Near Moon Orbiter, missing the moon but striking the earth and just incidentally ending all life as we know it… except for zombies, six point five billion of them.
Everyone else should ignore my post and continue with the threads you’ve begun. My post, f’rinstance, contained no dragons or one-eyed gators.
“Rats–valkyries,” thought the one-eyed gator, sporting an upcycled rifle cozy as she sashayed through the muck.
Save me!!! yelled the gator as the river connected to a magical waterfall which appeared out of nowhere.
“Trust me!”shouted Bob as he raised the rifle to his shoulder.
“Um, can this be possible…that I have arrived to the party so late, and yet, the story has not yet been completed?” murmured the latecomer, surveying the mind-numbing conglomeration of dragon parts, medallions, automatic rifles and unravelling rifle cosies, along with cherry pits and battered copy of The History of the Gatling Gun, all floating in a sea of murk, apparently unheeded for hours.
“Verily!” Chanted the zombie nuns of the first order, “Thou knowest not of the unseemly horrors that await you at the hands os the Viking Zombies of the damned!”
Os=of
“We need to go the opposite direction of the zombies,” Bob said, tying a do rag around his head and shrugging into his backpack.
Xylophone music drifted along the smoke from the burning river.
“You’ll never get away with this, you varlet,” Bob shouted with more passion than originality, as he swung the aim of his weapon of the day in a semi circle, all the while firing and cogitating–not without some trepidation–on the significance of the term, “cold dead hands.”
“Zombies,” Jenny muttered under her breath as she clicked the delete button repeatedly on her laptop, “No freaking way are there going to be zombies.”
Zounds!! Finally we have conquered ALL our enemies, too. Numerous too mention. Let’s have some libations Cherries.
POSSIBLE FINISHED VERSION:
Cathy:
As dawn was breaking over the burning river, the last Viking zombies returned to their aluminum boat en masse.
Lakshmi:
But they were oblivious to the shapeshifting dragon lying in wait.
Deborah Blake:
Cherries tend to be crack shots, however, at least with sarcasm and book recommendations, so Jenny was able to hit the shapeshifting dragon right where she was aiming, taking out the medallion that caused it to be able to shapeshift in the first place.
Office Wench Cherry:
Damn Cherries.
Galway Tes:
“Ewww” said the Cherries as the dragon’s flesh and blood rained down upon them. All the Cherries turned towards Bob who had conjured the dragon.
Lakshmi:
Finally!!! Bob has come back to Transylvania.
Jessie:
“Great leaping lizards,” Bob sighed.
“How is it that Cherries can’t take a joke”
Elizabeth:
“Hurry, Jenny, save me!” Bob screamed, as the one-eye alligator floated towards them, munching on barbecued dragon droppings on the burning river.
Philby:
“I’m trying to.” snarled Jenny as she clubbed the last of the Zombies with the end of the empty rifle.
CateM:
“Just so you know,” she added, “This wouldn’t have happened if you cared as much about the mushy emotional stuff as the Zombies. But no, it had to be Zombies.”
Judy / Clever Cherry:
“Knit one; pearl two,” Jenny said, as she taught Bob how to knit a rifle cozy while they were waiting for the next wave of zombies.
Cathy:
“Leave the rifle, take the cannoli”, muttered Bob.
Lakshmi:
Maybe this is a dream, said Jenny.
Lakshmi:
No!!! The zombie nuns have arrived, the injured zombie screamed and crawled to his pirate ship.
Elizabeth:
“OMG — Don’t ever use the ‘it’s a dream’ turning point!” Bob bellowed, stripping to his pink-butterfly-patterned banana hammock with the side pockets for an underwater 5-second timed nuclear bomb (right pocket) and speed/time/space measuring tool with instant triangulator and bottle-opener (left pocket), fastening his purple latex nose plug securely, and striding purposefully towards the burning river where the one-eyed alligator was just reaching the shore, but, on seeing Bob, quickly reversed direction and sank out of sight.
Cathy:
Perhaps the cherries were right all along and you CAN write a story with Viking Zombies and burning rivers, Jenny thought.
Nancy H:
Quite suddenly, the heavens opened up, and the Valkyries swooped down to return their Viking heroes to Valhalla, while Jenny and Bob looked on in wonder and amazement.
Gretchen J:
“Rats–valkyries,” thought the one-eyed gator, sporting an upcycled rifle cozy as she sashayed through the muck.
Lakshmi:
Save me!!! yelled the gator as the river connected to a magical waterfall which appeared out of nowhere.
Reb:
“Trust me!”shouted Bob as he raised the rifle to his shoulder.
Susan D:
“Um, can this be possible…that I have arrived to the party so late, and yet, the story has not yet been completed?” murmured the latecomer, surveying the mind-numbing conglomeration of dragon parts, medallions, automatic rifles and unravelling rifle cosies, along with cherry pits and battered copy of The History of the Gatling Gun, all floating in a sea of murk, apparently unheeded for hours.
Cathy:
“Verily!” Chanted the zombie nuns of the first order, “Thou knowest not of the unseemly horrors that await you at the hands of the Viking Zombies of the damned!”
Judy / Clever Cherry:
“We need to go the opposite direction of the zombies,” Bob said, tying a do rag around his head and shrugging into his backpack.
Xylophone music drifted along the smoke from the burning river.
Susan D:
“You’ll never get away with this, you varlet,” Bob shouted with more passion than originality, as he swung the aim of his weapon of the day in a semi circle, all the while firing and cogitating–not without some trepidation–on the significance of the term, “cold dead hands.”
Deborah Blake:
“Zombies,” Jenny muttered under her breath as she clicked the delete button repeatedly on her laptop, “No freaking way are there going to be zombies.”
Margaret:
Zounds!! Finally we have conquered ALL our enemies, too. Numerous too mention. Let’s have some libations Cherries.