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Wally the Witless Wanderer #AtoZChallenge

I’m posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ve also posted a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted. You can join in the fun by going to THIS POST to read the challenge authors’ pieces and vote in comments for your favorites in the next 2 days! Winner announced on April 30th, so hurry and vote NOW.

Wally the wanton warbler waddled wistfully wending his way by the walrus’ wondrous whiskers whirling and wobbling in the whistling winds of winter. A wiser world-wanderer than Wally would have worked to whisk, without wavering, on well-timed wings from this wide wasteland of wilderness to western Washington’s warmer weather instead of walking willy-nilly under the white watcher – the waxing and waning will-o-the-wisp whispering over winking waves.

Though warned by a whale, he’d whiled away his welcome and without woolens to wear, was well-wedged wallowing in warped wincing woe. Wally wound around weaving through wily warring wolves who witnessed the wages of waiving his wit.

“This is whack! Why was I so wayward?” he wailed. Worn out, Wally wilted, weeping weakly.

A wonky weirdly-wired whippoorwill woke.

“I’m worthless,” Wally whined woodenly.

“You’re not a wicked wanker. I’ve wiped-out worry for worse,” the winsome whippoorwill wooed. “Wish.”

Wally wiggled, willing for whatever was warranted.

The wacky whippoorwill waved a wispy willow-wand, whenceforth Wally was wafted onto a wall in Wallingford, Washington.

“Whoo hoo!”

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Valentine’s Villainy #AtoZChallenge

Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ve also posted a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted. You can join in the fun by going to THIS POST to read the challenge authors’ pieces and vote in comments for your favorites in the next 3 days! Winner announced on April 30th, so hurry and vote NOW.

Voluptuous Victoria vested herself with Vaseline and venomous vintage vamp vividness vying to veil her Virginian virtue with veritable vixen-like visage. When she visited the voluminous vestibule of the Vermont VRBO, VIP Vincent Valentine’s venue, her vascular volume vexed her viscus valves viciously and she vacillated on the verge  – vibe or vamoose? She voted for viable versatility by vigilantly vaulting into the vortex, venturing vertically with violent vertigo at the velocity of the vanishing valley vista.

“Vegas Voodoo?” a voice vibrated in the void, a variant of the vox on Victoria’s voicemail.

Victoria vanquished her vulnerability and vivified her vapid vulgar viper. “Vincent Valentine?”

“Virus Vaccination Velum?”

She verified.

A violin and viola – vivace – volted the vast view of a vacuous Vargas-like velvety Venice with vile vibrato. Vincent, in a very violet visor, vinyl Vans, and Versace vest, voraciously victimized a varmint with vegetables, vermicelli and a vat of vino like a vagrant vampire vulture. “Victuals?”

Victoria veered from her verve.

“Vittles?” he vocalized vehemently.

“I’m v-vegan.”

The vermin’s vane volleyed verbosely. “Your Venmo validated this video voucher. Voila! Verily, you’ll be my vessel of Venus and I your Virgo Vega. Visualize us victoriously viral. Virtually venerated.”

Victoria’s vanity vaporized and vacated in vicissitude with her verdict. She hadn’t volunteered to be violated by this villainous vole.

He volcanically vomited his variegated vanilla-like vinegary vice into a valuable varnished Vishnu vase.

Valiantly, Victoria voyaged by van from the viny villa to the verdant varsity village, her vital virginal verity vindicated.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All rights reserved

Daunting Donut Dilemma #AtoZChallenge

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  

B IS FOR BONUS!! #ATOZCHALLENGE

I already posted my Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. ‘Beastly Beatrice’ in a separate post, but I’m also presenting the first Beautiful Blarney (see what I did there?) entered for my Alliterative Literature Plotted Prose and Poetry Challenge! Please leave your comments and ‘Votes’ for Bill’s story if you think it’s Bursting with Brilliance or you Bayed at the Buffoonery. Also… You can join in the fun by submitting an Alliterative story or sensible poem of your own. I’m hosting the free challenge HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!

And without further ado:

Benevolent Bedlam

Bronco buster, Bret Butler and his beautiful brunette bride, bonnie Bamby Buttercup, bebopped into the Bohica Brothers Barrelhouse and Brewpub brandishing boo-coo bucks to buy beer, bratwurst, and beans.

They bantered with the blond bimbo barmaid Brenda Bobbitt before her bashful barback boyfriend, Buck Bukowski (brilliant but a bit of a boor), butted-in with bragging babble about Bret’s bright blondish brew. Bebop blared on the boom box.

Bamby bought brandy but Bret brabbled and briskly begged Brenda to bring boosted bitters of basic brown or beclouded brews for his blooming belly, blessedly beseeching her to bear with him and bide his bleak befuddlement. Bret could be a bit of a bullheaded brute.

Brenda beamed back at Bret’s bargaining blast and brought him bottles of black booze. Bret belted back the boss beer. Buck begot barley-broo from behind the billet. Before bada-bing bested bada-boom, the blasted boys were buzzed and boasting bushels of blarney.

Bamby briskly beseeched her bae to bring back a brindled bundle from the boot of the Buick. Bret brought her brand-new babushka, beholding his brazen brilliance. Then all blazes broke out blunting the barroom bliss.

Buck boasted about Bamby’s bodacious breasts baffling a befuddled Bret and betraying Brenda. Briefly, Bret was bar borne and bounced bedeviled upon Buck and began bashing and beating his brains while bumping Brenda’s bodice. Beaten Buck became befogged by Bret’s bustling brawl and bummer blowout. Bret and Buck bled. Before long, the blotto bestial barbarians were befouled and besmeared with blood.

Bret brooded about Bamby’s besmirched beauty and his babe’s big as buckets bosoms. Buck brandished a borrowed Baretta, but Bret bullied him badly by bashing his bean with a board. By and by, Bret’s biscuit was buttered, and Buck’s bacon was baked and boiled. Both bemoaned the bustle as the Beatles blasted Bad Boy in the background.

The boxing bickering buddies became Bamby and Brenda’s bane. Bedimmed and befogged, Brenda bitched and barked barbs about the bamboozled buffoons so their breathless ballyhoo could be belayed. Bamby bargained with the boneheaded, broken, badass boys.

The beginning bourne bombed because the bloke and beau butthead’s blatant boisterousness brought bandy bromides, blank bywords, and behests before breaking off the boxing bout. Bewitched, bombastic, and bedaubed, Bret and Buck broke bottles on bones before breaking up the brouhaha. The brainless bumpkins backed their bodies off, bearing beaming blue blisters.

Now buffoon Bret bowed to benighted Buck. Brandy berated Bret to begone. Betrayed, they booked as Buck breathed, being borderline bitterly batshit and buggered. Brenda beheld Buck as a binger of a bacchanalia. By and by, byes were blabbed and broadcast by all. Brandy and Bret bolted for their bus. Blowsy and bursting, Buck blubbered, babbled, and bawled as Brenda bickered, bayed, and bellowed.

by Bill Reynolds, All Rights Reserved