Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. You can join in the fun by submitting an Alliterative story or sensible poem of your own to a separate free challenge I’m hosting HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!
Ditzy Dora ducked through the door of Dinosaur Donuts in a dither. She distrusted her discernment to dub the deserving discs of dough to deliver to her daughter Diane, a distinguished determiner of desirable delicacies, but dutifully did as delegated. She drew dozens of delicious dainties from the display deciding if dotted, double-sized, dipped or dusted would do for Diane. She dawdled delineation and delayed deliberation until the doting dough-puncher, once dripping with dashing devotion, drummed a dirge on the deli drawer. He dabbled with dingy dollars and doodled with dimes. Disgusted and driven to distraction, he dared to deem darling Dora a dimwitted doofus. Her dratted dilly-dallying was a deplorable drag, and he dreamed she’d disappear directly. A damned delusion. His dapper demeanor went dark, dastardly, and devilish. This dour divergence dumfounded Dora. Her dimples dove downward, demoralized, but she demonstrated decorum and divorced her discomfort. Diligently, she divided the decadent, dunked, doggie-decorated from the droll daisy-draped and denoted her designated delights. He dropped his dunce-like dirty displeasure with due discretion, dodging dire despicable doings and dispatched her decree onto the desk. He did-up the dressings and dispensed them to Dora. The dilettante Diane desperately devoured them and declared, “Delectable, divine!” dispelling Diane’s doubts of her dubious discrimination.
by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved