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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

Lazy Larry’s Lament #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! Winner announced at the end of April.

Lazy Larry lamented his lax long-term leaning on the lawnmower when he listed to the left and lost the lot of his luscious lavender and lovely little lilacs that he’d labored to lengthen to later load his larder and lace his laundry with luxury.

Lucas, the landscaper’s lollygagging lad, lumbered by and laughed at Larry’s lugubrious looks. Larry licked his lips and lashed out, liberally lambasting the lily-livered, lackey. Lucas lividly launched his liverwurst and lentils at Larry.

Luckily, Larry located a loose lightbulb by the lintel of his library and lashed a little log to it. He lobbed it leeward and leaped lively when it landed on the lunkhead leaving him loopy, then lifeless on the lawn. Larry loitered, loathing his lack of levelheadedness, and lauding his lavish lump less.

He levered and lifted Lucas, then limped to the local leech’s lab. Lucas’ lurid, leathery limbs lolled, so Larry looked up his liability lawyer.

Larry lay low but learned his lesson when his landlady’s lusty lecture and legal letter leveled his lifelong lease with lasting letdown at losing his lodgings in Livingstone where he’d longed to linger.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Franny’s Fuming Flambé #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!

Franny franticly fluffed her fabulous, fabled frothing fudge flambé to feature on Foster’s Free-flowing Fountain of Flavors. The flabby, flamboyant Foster flung frappe from a fluted flagon, when fluttering his frumpy fat fingers, and fussed with frivolous flattery over Fredricka’s Fancy Frappuccino for what felt like forever. Franny had filed to be first since her fundamental feat flopped if the floating frosting fell and the finicky fruit formed a firm foundation, but she was foiled when the flighty fuddy-duddy Fredricka fashioned the formality to her fitting. Falsely? Fairly? Franny faltered, furious at the fishy fink, but filtered her feverish, fluently filthy, futile fretting. It was a feeble foolish foible to flirt with frustrating Franny’s foreseen fulfillment of fetching the Foster’s Fellowship. She’d forsake her firstborn for the favor of the fortunate franchise, her foremost flag of fruition. Filaments flowed in funky, foreign, furrowed filigrees in her fickle fusion, and Franny flicked the foam, feeling fearful the filling was failing. Flustered, she flailed her fist and forced her frame forward onto film, forging her future. Foster was flabbergasted, and frail Fredricka flummoxed, but Franny fathomed fresh fiber and fiercely flourished when Foster freed her to floor the fans with her fantastic fiery flood of fun. They flocked with flapping forks to be fed from the far-out furnace when the fragrant fog faded, and the fraternity feasted, finding it faultless. Franny fought to forgo foul flaunting and flashed a friendly face at Fredricka, finishing famously.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Beastly Beatrice #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 HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!

Beatrice bellowed belligerently when her bookish brother Bobby broke her blissful brooding over burgeoning bucolic brushstrokes-on-board of their beautiful British backcountry barn and bungalow. Buntings burrowed in bushes and Betty’s beagle bolted. Betty, the barbarous Bohemian beast, bashed Bobby with busted baubles and bloodied his brow. He blubbered blankly in the blustery breeze. She backtracked, befuddled, and blotted his blooming bruises with a bulky blouse brimming with Blick brand Baltic blobs. Bright blotches of blue besmeared his budding bumps and blanketed his beard. She burst into brazen ballistic braying, belly-laughing at his besmirched bearing. Bamboozled by her batty behavior and besieged by the bitter bite of belittlement, he boldly blasted her with brilliant blazing barbs. Bemoaning his bombardment, she briefly blithered, but bounced back bravely battling his blistering barrage. “Blarney!” she barked at the boggled bastard, then burned him with her best babbling bile, believing she’d bared his buffoonery. He booted her bottom, birthing boisterous bellyaching. Then bobbed and boxed, blocking her batting at his ballooning blemishes. She beat her breast like a baleful baboon and barreled into his body bothering his boo-boos, bringing on brainless bedlam. Bent on breaking-up the brouhaha before it blew them to Beelzebub, Betty’s boyfriend Benny bustled into the backyard and barred the boiling brawlers from the burden of their brewing badly blundering blockheadedness.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved

Annie’s Accidental Arrogance #AtoZ

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 HERE Submit by April 10th to play. Give it a try!

First one is kind of short, but they get much longer and sillier. Stay tuned!

Annie almost always acted artfully atrocious when Aunt Alice appeared and asked her to accentuate their aristocratic ancestors’ attributes, as she absolutely abhorred affected actions. Though by angsty antagonism she actually adopted artificial algorithms against her average amiable aims and advocated appropriation of Aunt Alice’s abnormal arrogance.

by Sheri J. Kennedy, All Rights Reserved