There is this new “Allergic to E Challenge” going around online. It’s a fun little game for authors, bloggers, and anyone else who fancies themselves fond of writing. How did I learn of the challenge? Well, Jonas Lee, a fellow author on GoodReads decided to tag me in his post and in so doing has challenged me.
I accept your challenge!
The Allergic to E challenge challenges a writer to construct a paragraph (4 to 6 sentences) without using the letter “E”. Sounds easy, right? NO, NO IT IS NOT! However, I did give it my best try, which you can read below.
The Rules:
- Write an entire paragraph without any word containing the letter “e”
- If you are reading this you are already signed up
- Make sure to link back to the challenges creator Redefining Random.
- Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered a failure.
- If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
- If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.
Now, the fun part, I get to pass the torture onward.
Hit List:
Marie Lavender
Ashlee North
Kim Zoot Holmes
Garry Abbott
Keith Parker
My “Allergic to E Challenge” Attempt:
My brain contains a world, of its own fashioning, cast from imagination, inspiration, and originality. It is a crazy Nirvana, full of fairyland animations that occupy all of my waking thoughts. With a vivacious passion for artistic satisfaction I am thrust into a fanatical, almost manic compulsion to purify my mind. With gusto my hand scripts with ink to lay out my thoughts. My spirits soar as my visions bud, soon to blossom. Individuals, both mortal and immortal, form to spark my mood and impact my writing. It’s as if I’m watching a play unfurl. A plot builds and conflict grows, but what is born of this pursuit is distinct and rich. A manuscript, rough and awkward but of my own making. Following a bit of tidying up, and a book is born. A book, which brings joy to my soul that can only match that of admiration. This world is not for all, but within it, I find my gifts.
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If anyone else feels like giving the challenge a go (or my nominees don’t feel like doing a full blog post), feel free to try posting your comments below, but make sure you don’t use the letter E! Good luck!
Good show, fair lady!
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A Lost Pit in Antarctica
William slogs along, sniffs icy wind. All his days past roar back. Upon his first visit to Antarctica William was thrust into insanity. Now, drooling, William stops by a shaft that yawns. With a kick of his boot snow falls into that pit. It’s not Mi-Go; it’s not Yith; it’s not any such god. Man knows not of such things. But this idol can assist him. It can allow him to go. William knows this. For an instant William gasps, but soon unwinds as a living thing that’s black, oozing and malicious calls to him. William looks at primal sin. In 1927 William lost his sanity. Now William is a product of his insanity. William jumps into this waiting pit. Fangs grip him. A horror, unknown to our world and our math and our physics, a thousand squirmy organs, waits for him. Happy, William sighs, “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu Fhtagn!”
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Awesome job Keith!!!
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