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Reflections #AtoZChallenge

I had a great time this year doing the AtoZ April Blogging Challenge! It was fun to see new faces visiting and also to connect with new people and reconnect with longtime blog friends. I felt enriched by how many of the new visitors came back again and again, and I got to know a few more bloggers that I’ll follow avidly and will undoubtedly have great conversations with in the future.

I also had a blast fulfilling my self-imposed theme’s Alliterative Story Challenge and running a contest for others to submit to the Alliterative Literature Plotted Prose & Poetry Challenge as well. I made badges for the contest winners, and realized I was so proud of creating and posting an Alliterative story for every letter AtoZ in April, that I made a badge for my own accomplishment too. What fun!!

HERE ARE LINKS TO MY ATOZ STORIES:
Annie’s Accidental Arrogance, Beastly Beatrice, Cantankerous Cacophony, Daunting Donut Dilemma, Eddie’s Exploits, Franny’s Fuming Flambé, Gas-tly Gourmet, Harvey’s Hullabaloo, Ibis’ Impish Ignorance,
Jacquie’s Janky Jest, Karen’s Kitschy Kitchen, Lazy Larry’s Lament, Marilyn’s Musical Mitigation, Nancy the Naïve Noob, Ornery Ollie, Persnickety Pursuit, Quincy’s Quivering, Richard the Rascal and the Roving Ranger, Seedy Swaps at Sonny’s Seaside Speakeasy, Tubby’s Turbulent Talent Trek, Uppity Ursula, Valentine’s Villainy, Wally the Witless Wanderer, Excelsior! ‘X’, Yammering Yankee York, Zelda’s Zany Zither. WHICH ONE IS YOUR FAVORITE???

Creating and Sharing are a couple of the best things in life. So I’m sharing links to other bloggers too… A few new favorites I discovered, and blogs I love:

https://flashmob0.wordpress.com/
https://othemts.wordpress.com/
https://alinamelindasworld.wordpress.com/
https://jilywily.wordpress.com/
https://brewingcoffeetwistingwordsbreakingpencils.ca/
https://enchantedwords13.wordpress.com/
https://argonautsite.wordpress.com/
https://hobbospoems.com/
https://mythsofthemirror.com/
https://mallabandbrown.com/
https://pluviolover.com/
https://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/

Enjoy exploring, and let me know what you think about my stories or theirs!

Zelda’s Zany Zither #AtoZChallenge

I’m posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. And today’s the day I’m announcing the winners of the Alliterative Plotted Prose and Poetry Challenge, a separate free challenge I hosted. You can join in the fun by going to THIS POST  to read the challenge authors’ winning pieces and see the awards!

With some sadness, and great relief to my writing schedule, I give you my final AtoZ Challenge Alliterative Story…Which one was your favorite??? … Adieu!

Zander zipped across the zoo to Zelda the Zebra’s zone with zooty zeal. He’d Zoomed Zelda’s zither zeniths to zillions with zilch-zero-zippo zonks to his zine.

“Zowee!” he zinged at Zelda’s zithering of “Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah”.

His Ziploc of ziti and zucchini with zinfandel was zesty in the zinnias while her “Ziggy Stardust”, on a zephyr, zapped zitty zombies all over the zodiac.

Zander zigzagged to Zelda with a zany zircon.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Yammering Yankee York #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 today! Winner announced on April 30th – that’s tomorrow – so hurry and vote NOW.

After yammering his Yearly Yule Yarn at Yale about a yoked yak, the Yankee, York, yacked-up yummy yolk-yellow yucca yogurt yielding a yeasty yin-yang on a yoga mat. Yikes!

“Yuck!” a youthful yutz yelled over “Yesterday” yowling from a yurt in the yard.

“Yeah, yipes!” a yachter yapped, yanking a yo-yo and yearning for yellowfin.

“YOLO.” York yaffed.

“Yar! Ya yampy yuppie,” yelped the youth.

“Y’all… your yen.” York yawned. “Yeehaw!” he yodeled from his Yamaha yonder.

“Yahoo!” the yachter yipped. “Yippee!”

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Excelsior! ‘X’ #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 by tomorrow! Winner announced on April 30th, so hurry and vote NOW.

Exili’s excellent and exceptionally exquisite examination of extractions of Exavier’s ex-wife exhumed from Exeter was extra exhilarating when Exili’s exposure of an exotic exoskeleton exacted an extension for exploration to exhibit her exterior existence and exonerate Exavier, excluding him from execution.

The expedient executive who exerted expressions to extinguish Exavier by expounding on his extreme excuses as exhausting and exacerbating was expelled and excommunicated from the exercise for the extent of his explanations’ exorbitant extrapolations and exalted exaggerations.

“Excelsior!” Exili exuded.

Exavier exited the experience and exhaled.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

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

Uppity Ursula #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 4 days! Winner announced on April 30th, so hurry and vote NOW.

Uppity Ursula came unglued and undulated with ugly upset when underdog Ulrich, her understudy, upstaged her by unpacking The Urchin’s ultimate utterance with uncommon understanding of urgent unhappiness. When her uncle ushered Ulrich up to the undertaking’s underpinners under his ultra-umber umbrella and unleashed, “Unbelievable” with utter unction, Ursula was undone, her untoward uncouthness uncovered.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Tubby’s Turbulent Talent Trek #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be 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 6 days! Winner announced on April 30th, so hurry and vote NOW.

Tubby the tightrope trainer tiptoed through Tinseltown trying to turn up the terse tiger tamer Tula Turner to take over under the tent after Tubby’s turbulent tribulations with the terrible topsy-turvy Two-foot Tina.

Teaching Tina, though titillating, was tough. Her timorous trim torso tipped terrifically, taking ten tons of trials with the tangible tether. Then she tore tarps with terrifying tumbles, tended toward tragic torpors, and tangled tremendously when toeing the track. The timid tiny Tina teetered like a top-heavy tubular turnip on titanic tree trunks even after Tubby’s tried-and-true twenty-two tweaks.

Tearing his tam, and tempering his tongue, Tubby tossed out tricks to tamper with the travesty. He tested tips on a tablet to transmit with telemetry for Tina’s transcription, but tilting, her tush tasted tarmac. He tinkered with telepathy and, though her temple tingled with tertiary tools, she tanked on traversing the trying trail.

Tina tromped, trading trepidation for tenaciousness with twisty tremors, but when the tortured trooper toppled the two-thousandth time, traumatized, she ticked tumultuously and tearily told her teacher, “Tubby, this is too taxing. I was tantalized by trending on and Tic-Tok and Twitter, but this tedious torrid torment’s taken a toll on my toleration and tractability. My tummy is toast. I’m travelling.”

“Tisk-tisk,” Tubby tattled to Tina’s transitory target, tabulating his triumph vs. termination and transferring tawdry truck to Tina.

He took a tardy timeout for a toke and treated himself to tilapia tacos, tuna tortellini, tiramisu and Tanqueray-and-Tonic till tipsy. Trodden down, his tottering temperament trifled with a Tardis to transport him to a tip-top title, but Tubby tapped his teak, travertine and tusk Tasmanian talisman, and trusted that his troubles with Tina were trivial not toxic.

Tuckered out he turned to his team. His toadies, even Tom, twigged Tubby was teed off, and they tunneled, tripping to their Teslas when he trounced their trousers like a trilling tambourine, “I’m talking turkey: Tout tickets!”

Tubby triggered his telephone to trump up talent for a task-oriented tryst. He tussled with traditional types while tugging on Tijuanas. He tucked his tunic under the table, tamped out his tobacco, and twinkled with tranquil truth. “Tula Turner could tantalize treasure.”

The temperature trashed Tubby on his trudging trek around town and he temporarily traipsed to a topiary by a tourist trap. “Tula!” He tailed the tall tulip and tackled her with a tango of trinkets. “Triscuits, Tonkas, Tupperware, Tevas, Teddy-bears, Tiffany, Teletubbies? What translates to tally transcendence in the tarpaulin tabernacle together?”

“Televise,” Tula twanged without a twitch.

Tubby tapped-out, totally totaled.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

S is for Second Silly Selection!! #AtoZChallenge

I already posted my Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. ‘Seedy Swaps at Sonny’s Seaside Speakeasy’ in a separate post, but I’m also presenting the third Simply Sensational Silly Story (see what I did there?) entered for my Alliterative Literature Plotted Prose and Poetry Challenge! Please leave your comments and ‘Votes’ for Hobbo’s story – presented with extra difficulty in verse – if you think it’s a Stunning Soliloquy or Splashy Semblance of Side-splitting Sentences. Also… I’m hosting the free challenge HERE You can join in the fun by voting in comments for your favorites! Winner announced at the end of April.

And without further ado:

Susan’s Silly Story

Silly Susan, sledging, slowly, 
Spied a scary snallygaster
Speeding, swiftly slippy-sliding, 
Skidded, stopped; a snollygoster

Saw Susan and strangely stalked 
Her, saying, Sue you sexy spinster, 
Such slow scallywaggery 
Seems soppy, stupid, somehow sinister 

Surely I’m a superhero, 
Six feet six of solid sinew. 
Sue suspects some sly seduction 
Seeing such a solid surtout 

So, says she, still smiling sweetly, 
Sir, such stranger-serenading, 
Seems I somehow should’ve 
Serendipitously stayed in 

Sewing silken socks so my 
Seven sisters, sadly sick 
Stay safe, sound, secure 
From such a snidy shaggledick. 

Secretly signalling SOS; 
Stop, cease your sordid stare, 
My sparkling specs spy only 
Someone surely not snoutfair.

Suddenly, Susie’s so-called stalker, 
Squashing, sadly, Sammy Squirrel 
Stomped off sulking, spitting, 
Swearing, such a silly old sod, Cyril.

by Hobbo, All Rights Reserved

snallygaster     (mythical creature)
snollygoster     (scheming politician) 
scallywaggery          (political opportunism)
surtout          (overcoat) 
shaggledick.     (a person whose name you can’t remember)
snoutfair.     (old term for fair of face)    

Seedy Swaps at Sonny’s Seaside Speakeasy #AtoZChallenge

Each day this month I’ll be posting an Alliterative Story with the A to Z Challenge letter of the day. I’ll also be posting a few Alliterative stories or sensible poems by other authors from a separate free challenge I hosted HERE  You can join in the fun by watching for the challenge authors and voting in comments for your favorites! (Hint, there’s a new one today in a separate post.) Winner announced at the end of April.

Salvador Simpson, the sneaky sleuth, stepped into Sonny’s Seaside Speakeasy to spy on suspicious spectacles secretly spilled to Salvador by Sara Silverheels, a sexy server in the Scallops Section seriously sickened by such sketchiness and skullduggery. Sara said a spectrum of strangers of all stripes were skulking in, swiftly swigging swill, and surreptitiously slipping string-tied somethings to super slick somebodies in suits, seeming somewhat like scamming senators.

Salvador had been scintillated and slung his sensational solar stainless-steel swindler-scryer into his Silverado and sped to the scene to scout out the scheme.

A soda-jerk, Sammy, that stupidly supposed himself a suave sommelier, schmoozed Salvador when the snoop slid into the squishy sectional that simulated a swanky suite but severely sucked. Salvador succinctly skipped to Saturday Specials. “Spaghetti and Steak Siciliana,” he specified, seeking to subdue the sap so he could seep into silently soaking in surveillance. Starving, he also selected the salmon soup with sourdough and a simple salad. Sammy sashayed away.

Salvador salivated and sunk into the seat. He situated his scry-ceiver and with stupendous sagacity subtly scanned the surroundings for scamps. A sorry-looking, slob slogged in with a salesman’s suitcase and strode strenuously to a stool. But the sad specimen slouched in solitude sipping sake’, soon snoring and staving off scrutiny. Another soul slumped slamming Stoli and sobbing to his sympathetic sister. Salvador surmised the sot and sibling were spotless.

Sammy slipped-up and sent sour slaw not spring sprigs and spinach, but Salvador squelched squeaking to sidestep a stir. He slurped subpar stove-hot, scalding salty seafood and savored steaming spicy salami and sausage sauce until satiated. He surrendered to his setup but spoke to a scrawny, spunky sailor in scarlet sabots swishing by. “Say, is your sailboat seaworthy?”

The stunned subject with a sextant stamped on his silky sleeve searched for sense, surprised. “’Scuse me?” He smiled suggestively at Salvador and sized-up his sinews.

“Is your sloop solvent?” Salvador steadily sung out with a semblance of stalwart stability.

The swabby’s swagger swerved and he stared at Salvador sidelong. “Sometimes,” he submitted, sounding stilted.

Salvador saw a sanguine spirit and saluted the seadog, who sauntered off satisfied.

A socialite, sporting sunglasses, with swept strawberry-blonde side-knots stuffed with sparkly Swarovski sunflowers sticking to her scalp, serenely settled in the Snapper Section but squawked for soba sauté and Sangria with a straw to safeguard her Sephora satin-finish surface. Her straight-up striving and substantial Spade Staci satchel struck through Salvador’s solace. He stood and sidled to her side.

“Salutations,” Salvador screamed over soaring sentimental saxophone strains smoldering from the solidly seismic Swedish stereo system.

“Sylvia,” she said. Her sight snapped to his solicitation but with a snippy snub sought sites of superior status.

He slithered into her space like a slimy, smarmy snake. The scent of sandalwood swelled from her sensually slit sari till Salvador’s senses swam. She sustained a sultry, yet sneering snobbish stance, in sync with the syncopation. So Salvador squashed the serpentine slink and stomped off and stoked a stodgy stogie stub, studying her straying synergy with the saccharine, syrupy songs.

A swarthy, stylish stud in striking sable suede slip-ons, starry-eyed and sweet-faced as Saint Solanus, strutted in for a Sanka and squab sandwich. His sacred Sony smartphone spotlighted the Spanish stockmarket.

A sloppy, sallow scar-faced stooge staggered in after him, but Salvador wasn’t sold on this staged spoof. With a savvy squint, he summed up sergeant-type single-mindedness and a sinister Stalin-like slant that the sluggish, smudge smooshed. Stalin snugged a Sig Spartan sagging in his slovenly slacks. Sniper or savior?

Salvador smelled a sting. He swayed to suspecting St. Solanus and Sylvia, and scribbled on scraps, spellbound by the synergy of the sordid skank and sacrilegious skunk, separated but somehow symbiotic.

Suddenly, Solanus stroked his Swiss Swatch as if stringently stressing a second’s strike, swallowed by strident symphonic syllables surging from the speakers. Sylvia, in a streaming swarm of spice, sensuously strolled to Solanus and swapped a scarab-studded sack for a sash-swaddled sachet. This Solanus was no saint, and Sylvia sinfully skirted salvation.

Stalin started to sally forth and Salvador sacrificed his stolid, standoffish science to sarcastically screech, “Sargent! I seldom see your snarky self.” He scooted over and slapped the ‘soldier’. “Watch your six, sir.” Stalin spun and set his sites on a small slaphappy, soused sidekick scrabbling for his Smith & Wesson while scrambling to stop the strife of the spendy spawn. They squared at a stand-off.

Salvador sprinted across the saloon and stabbed a stack of spare stores scattering them to salvage the situation by sending the scoundrels sprawling on a swath of scone scree and swampy secretion of spackle, solvents, stinky soap and snowy seabass slush, splitting the stalemate, and spoiling the sparring.

The skinny sop snorted and sobered. With a stumbling stunt he stooped and swung too slow to sock successfully. Stalin smacked the silly son-of-a-bitch seven spanks to sideways and severed his sanity, sinking him splat! onto the sanitation sludge, seething and saturated with sterile stench, slathered with sleet and salve – stunted. Stalin surrounded his scruff in a soft stranglehold for a spell until the scab stayed stationary, sullen and sulking for the slammer.

In Stalin’s slipstream, Salvador stormed in and strong-armed Solanus with sufficient starch to staunch his struggle. Solanus swore a streak of sardonic slang with scant score, then spewed spoon-fed slag, stalling.

Salvador spat. He sparked a spliff stolen from Solanus’ squandered symbol-clad stoner stash and simulated singeing away his slobbering sass. Then snatched silverware from a slab-like sill and slashed the soles of Solanus’ singular slides with a scowl, scaring the scumbag. “Switch to a significant story. Your smart solution, son.”

Solanus squirmed and stammered about strata, statistics, startups, stocks and societal structures. The scarfed sovereign sow, Sylvia, scolded and schooled him, with stark static, like a simpleton student – a sanctimonious simile – spurning his sell-out for survival in her stead. He sighed sorrowfully, her submissive yet stingy speck of a slave.

She sprung, but Salvador straddled her and spliced a splint to seize her scampering. Stranded, she sorely sat up and signed a sheet sorting her salient statement, and sanctioning Salvador to sequester her to the station’s solitary segment for a semester under sentries.

Sylvia’s sentient source suffered similar sentence, while the squealer Solanus skated and went stag. The spectacular solivagant, safaried on savannahs, summited the Sierras solo, and skied the Sella Ronda. Sponging off slim senoritas, he smooched at splashy salon soirées and surfed and sunned, spooning sumptuous sparkling sorbet sundaes on the sand in San Sebastian.

Sonny’s Seaside Speakeasy’s seediness solved.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved