What I have written below is from an exercise, I found online, that is designed to get your creative juices flowing. The gist of the exercise is to create a short story and start each sentence with a letter of the alphabet. The first sentence starts with the letter “A” and then the next sentence starts with the letter “B,” and so on until “Z” is reached.
I used all of the letters in consecutive order and then added one more sentence starting with the letter “A” again. I would recommend this exercise to anyone. It is simple in concept, but in execution it is another story (no pun intended).
Enjoy!
An aardvark was running toward the freeway at a frantic pace. Building up speed with his little body, dust shot out behind him. Careening through bushes and low shrubbery the little mammal sustained small cuts and scrapes but continued on without breaking stride. During the aardvark’s mad dash, an officer of the law was issuing a speeding ticket to a not so cooperative driver, Xavier. Eagerly writing a whopper of a ticket, the police officer smiled broadly. Fidgeting in his seat, Xavier uttered a few choice words about the ludicrous ticket. Grieving over the money he would have to pay, he stared out at the desert and notice a plum of dust headed straight for his car.
Heat exhaustion plagued the little aardvark. Ignoring the complaints from his tiny feet and muscles he continued to run as fast as his legs would carry him. Judging from the red convertible Mustang on the side of the freeway, he had about 30 feet to go before he reach the pavement.
Keeping an eye on the plum of dust that was fast approaching, Xavier started to feel nervous. Laughing audibly the police officer issued the speeding ticket and went about his business. Moments after the officer rejoined commuter traffic, Xavier heard a loud smack against his passenger door.
Necessity made the aardvark careless. Of all the stupid things he could have done, he managed to misjudge how much space was under the car. Perhaps if the aardvark had slowed down just ever so slightly, he would not be in the predicament of being solidly wedged between the cement and the cars undercarriage.
Quickly, Xavier opened his door and jumped out of the drivers seat. Rounding the car he was met with the most peculiar sight. Stuck between the cement and the car two tiny legs and a butt were wiggling furiously. Thinking about what to do Xavier decided to do the honorable thing and haul the little aardvark out.
Utterly horrified that a human was dragging him out from under the car, the aardvark did his best to worm his way out of the grip. Various animal squeaks and grunts began to issue forth from the aardvarks mouth.
With careful, but firm hands, Xavier cautiously put the aardvark down on the ground. Xavier expected the aardvark to run in fright and he mentally prepared to be left without even a small nod of thanks. Yet, the aardvark did not run, but slowly turned around and looked up at him.
ZAP! A small but powerful laser gun shot from the aardvark’s left hand and ended Xavier’s life.
Xavier’ death was definitely an interesting turn of events. Even I did not see that coming as I was writing the story. If I have learned anything from this exercise, it is that aardvarks are crafty little animals and should never be fully trusted.
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