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. THERE’S STILL TIME… Give it a try!
Happy Harvey hollered a hilarious hullabaloo of horrible hogwash into Harry’s Haunt, while Harriet huddled like a helpless hamster hoping he’d hush.
“Hey honey,” Harriet hissed. She hefted his heavenly hamburger, heaping with hot-sauce and hollandaise, but he hankered for hooch and hoisted his Hennessy. He hooted horridly and hopped like a hare into the hall to hobnob with a hobo.
Historically Harvey’s hobby was hunting down half-baked hippies in hemp-filled hideaways – a ho-hum hang-up – but he’d hucked the habit and halted their Hyundai at this hick hovel hidden in the hills.
Harriet hurried to hamper Harvey’s hubbub, but when she hinted to hold her hand and handle his hype, he hiccupped, honked, and horked histamine-induced hell harshly into his handkerchief. He haphazardly hummed the hokey-pokey and hobbled like a hermit-crab toward a homely ham-boned hooker. She hailed him hello, hiked over and harkened to his hysterical hoopla. Harvey, hypnotized, hideously humped the hag’s hip! She huffed a hair-raising howl like a harpy hyena.
A hawk-eyed handsome hillbilly honed his huntsman to the hilt and hacked a hostile hole in the hickory handrail. The hot-headed hunk hastened like a hopped-up horny-toad from his henchmen to Harvey and hammered hard into the husbandly hooligan’s harebrained hulk. With a hollow hrmph, Harvey heaved. His humiliation hung in a horrific halo hugging his high-tops on the hardwoods.
Harry hunted for his handy hose, while Harriet hovered, still hungry, and hauled Harvey heavily from the hazardous hinky happenings to hit the highway.
by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved