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Journal 15
Alphabet Story
Create a short story that has at least 26 sentences (still need the 200 word min) and each sentence has to start with the next letter in the alphabet.
The story should be cohesive - do not make 26 random sentences.
By Philip Johnston
Apparently I have a large forehead. Bitch, I think its fine. Colorful language is my expertise. Dont judge me. Especially when it gets
personal. Fine, Ill stop, just for you.
George my neighbor caught me cussing this morning. He ran to my mamma and picked me up by the collar. I cried as I was dragged to
the footsteps of my own house.
Jeremy, for the last time, stop cussing in front of the neighbors! my mom said. Knitting away, my grandma gasped and jumped out of her
seat.
Look boy, dont give your mother or your grandmother a heart attack! grandma cried.
Mother, I promise to never swear again! I said.
Now go upstairs and think about what you have done! my mother yelled.
Oh, ok I whimpered.
Piles of homework lay next to my desk. Quenching a drink from downstairs, I knew I had to escape this prison cell. Rain poured outside as
I looked out the window. Suddenly, I came up with a brilliant idea. The window had a latch that I could use to open and get water. Unfortunately the
roof was blocking some of that rain.
Victory over mother would be sweet justice if I could get water from outside. What could she do to stop me? X-chromosomes in this
woman couldnt stop me now. Yearning for water, I poked my head out the window. Zeroing in on me was mother with her glaring eyes as she sat
there on the patio, drinking an ice cold glass of water.
By Thomas Johnston
After a while, I regain conscience from whatever slumber I was in. Before I could do anything, a square light opened up in the night sky.
Confusingly, it seemed to opening more than anything. Darkened hands reached down from in front of the light and grabbed at me. Expecting to
be snatched away, I tried to lift myself up and make a break for it. For a moment I thought I was getting up but I couldnt move. Get up, get up,
GET UP, I thought to myself.
Help, I screamed, but no words left my body.
I thought I was trapped, but I didnt feel anything touching me. Just then I realized I couldnt feel anything. Kindly, the hand plucked me
from the ground and lifted me through the air. Let me go! I shouted but my lips were sealed and no air could escape. My arms dangled, reaching
for the ground with no energy. Near the top I could see outwards of what was actually my container. On top of a table stood large statues
resembling different animals. Properly ordered around the table, they sat with lifeless expressions.
Quietly I was seated across from them, and my limbs adjusted to keep me upright. Right then, hot brown liquid poured in front of me onto
a bowl. Strange faces stared at me as if I was being initiated into a cult. Then, a giant face lowered itself in front of me and stared into my eyes.
Useless were my screams, my actions when I saw the horror of my own face looking down on me. Villainously it looked down on me with its glassy
eyes. While it looked at me its face was frozen in a smile. Xeno-sounds flooded my head. You cant do this to me, I cried. Zombified in the figure of
a doll, I stayed smiling.