Who wants to play the five-worded, alphabetic alliteration game? Volume # 7.

All Alameda apples are awful.

Before buying beautiful balloons I boogie.

Idiotic intellectualism for insipid interlude, @ibstubro ?

@zenvelo: A “C” sentence, a “C” sentence!

Calico cats constantly create chaos.

Dogs don’t drink dirty daiquiri’s.

Eagerly, Elephant entered the exciting entertainment.

I’m waiting for @Pachy to finish. I so hope there are elephants in his answer

Flounder fish feel fear and frustration

Gosh, Grandma’s got gorgeous garters!

However, her hiney hasn’t held.

I insist Irma is included.

Jake Janet Jinger jogged joyfully.

Klan karma kinda kills kindness

Luckyguy looking less lucky lately?

My muskrat mostly mews malevolently.

Nothing Nancy’s nodding Nana needed.

Oscar obliged, ogling Orpha’s oscillations.

Paulas proud Ponies pranced prettily.

Quentin’s quills quaked quite quickly

Roger regretted riding rabid remoras.

Slithering serpents sneakily slide silently.

Trump’s tirades twist truth terribly.

Uncharacteristically, Unger used unwashed underwear.

Victor’s vibrator violated Veronica’s virginity.

We wonder why Willy weeps.

Good luck, next poster. ;-)

Go for it @JLeslie! X.

Xavier is xenophobic, takes Xanax, and x-rays xylophones.

Younger yahoos yanked yellow yo-yos.

Zebras zap zany zoned zippers

Again an a-to-z arc advances.

Bent Ben bans bint bands.

Cupcakes can constantly cure cravings.

Donald’s divisive displays defy decency.

Evan’s exceptional extrusion elongated at Easter.

Franks foul flatulence floored Florence.

Golly! Gaming’s gaining great ground!

Lovely turnout!

Harry hires household high heels.

Independent iguanas incite international incident.

Jelly Jennifer wears jazzy jeweled jerseys.

Golly gee, gigantic gophers growl!

Ku Klux Klan knows ketchup.

Linda liked Lances large lollipop.

My mom mostly met my mentor.

Nancy nearly negotiated nude naps in November.

Opiates originated on Orion’s orbit.

Pam is picture perfect partner and patriot!

Queenie quite quickly quit quaking.

Random rambunctious rebels ran recklessly.

Solo sex sometimes seems sad.

Teensie tawdry Tamara tackles the task.

Ursula used Umberto’s unworn underwear.

Vivian’s velvet vagina vexed Vincent.

What was Watt watching, Wendy?

Xavier eXited the XXX eXcently eXcited.

Yesterday you yielded your yacht.

Zoe was zestful to see Zebra’s zest in the zoo.

Arnold, Amanda & Allison ate apples.

Baby Bobby bursts blue balloons.

Chocolate covered children come clean

Don’t dismissively deny Dan’s dishonesty.

Edward egged Edina’s expensive echidna.

Fucked fucker fucking fucks…err, fish

Gretas’ gorgeous green gown glimmered.

Edward excitedly exclaimed, “Emojis!!” every evening.

ho ho ho Happy Holidays..)

Inez is, indeed, irritatingly irate.

Joker James joked Joker Jamie.

Ken kicked Karl’s keister—kaboom !!

Licentious lascivious lunatics lust lecherously.

Mama mostly mauls magpies on Monday.

Numb nuns need no Novocaine.

Oops Oprah opened opposite opera ..

Perceptive people peer past preconceptions.

“Quack, quack, quack” quipped Quinn.

Riley really rattled Roberta’s rhubarb.

Stinley steals special silver sinks

Tell Tom to tap there!

Up! Uh-uh! Up! Under! Ugh!

Vern & Vera very vigorously vaped.

I wonder who will win the WH.

Jolly jester Jack jumps jokingly.

Karens Kangaroo ” Karl” kicked Kevin

What happened to x, y, z ??

@Pachy Haha, good question! I just chimed in beneath @Sneki95 who was usung “J”, I didn’t pay attention to the alphabetical non-order. haha

@Coloma, I forgive you anything.

As matter of fact, what happened to a-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i?

X-actly! X-amine x-tra x-traneous x-amples .

As an aside (since we’re already off-track) — during a previous version of this game, I was in graduate school, and used some of my answers on the thread as prompts for writing micro-stories. Here’s one of them:

Oprah owned an orangutan only once. It was years ago
when she was feeling low
and needed a friend. The
other Oprah, all famous and fluctuating in weight, made
her sad by basically being everywhere, so she went to
the zoo hoping to chase away her blues.

The gates creaked on rusted hinges as Franklin Park opened to absolutely no fanfare. It made no difference to Oprah. She was happy for the solitude. The crane, sensing her mood, angled for a smile by following her along the fence line. “It’s okay buddy. Flap on, I’m fine,” Oprah said as she veered left off the fence toward the simian house. Dry, pale colored leaves danced in the wind and collected in the doorway. Oprah pushed her way in, bringing a half dozen along for the ride. Dark and cool, the air in the simian house reminded Oprah of her parents’ basement back in North Carolina. There was a smell of damp metal and
moss and Oprah noted how yellow the lighting was.

“Hell of a place to be a monkey,” she mumbled to herself.

“Sure is,” came a voice from seemingly nowhere. Oprah did not take another step and, for a moment, wondered if the deep, gravely voice was her own. Then the yellow lights quickly washed away as Oprah’s leaf companions blew around her ankles. The rush of cool air braced Oprah as she turned to see the entrance open. Sunlight stabbed in at a sharp angle through the door frame and the air began to fill with grunts and hoots and screeches. A disjointed symphony of monkey sounds grew ever louder and frantic as Oprah leaned forward on her toes and sprinted through the door, leaving the leaves alone. By the crane’s fence now, the distance and Oprah’s own breathing, heavy with fear and worry, drowned out the simian symphony.

“What? What?” stammered Oprah. She stared through the
wire holes hoping the crane would bring answers or at least a zoo worker. “What…shall we do now?” came a voice from above her. “Is that what you’re trying to ask?” The fence shook in Oprah’s hand as she looked up, through the sun, to see a mass of autumn-colored fur sitting atop it.

“Here, let me come down,” said the fur; and with a thud and a shuffle, an orangutan was standing next to Oprah. “Is that better?” he asked.

Oprah’s mind raced as she took two big steps back. “Is he talking? To me?” she thought, “Why is he talking at all? What does he want? Are orangutans dangerous? This is an orangutan, right? Baboon? No, no. Orange means orangutan. Like in that old Clint Eastwood movie.”

“Look,” said the gravely voice, “this is different. I know. But this joint is sooo slow, and you looked a little lost. I’m good with ‘lost.’ I feel that way a lot.”

Oprah just stared, mouth agape.

“C’mon. Let’s see if we can both get found.” With that the orangutan shuffled past the trees where the fence ends and onto the western path of the zoo. “Well?!” called the orangutan, the sun blurring his outline.

“Awright then,” Oprah said to herself, her head shaking a little as she took the first few steps toward the path, just past the trees. “Here we go.”

XXXXX

Why!?!?! Why, why, why, why?!?

Zack zips Zana’s zealous zipper.

and for the record, I admit my previous mistake. I was led into a trap with “I” in the previous sentence.

edit: goddamnit I fell into the trap again… ok I am officially out. Sorry.

@Sneki95 You yowl yet you’re yummy :-)

Zany Zach zorbered Zoe the zook.

After ablutions, Anna acquired anonymity.

Burt blurted beautifully blasphemous baboonery.

Canadians cordially contributed copious cannabis.

Don’t dare Donnie dilly dump.

Earnestly evaluating eels, Ellen exclaimed.

Freds fine fried Figs floored Fiona.

Gordon gained great golf game

Have hernias hampered his hygiene?

Icy Igloos irritated Ivans Iguana,

Julia just justifies junior junctions.

Kevin kissed Krissy, kneed Kurt.

Lucky little Lucy lived lavishly.

“Marwyn” my marvelous muse goose makes me merry.

Nancy’s negative nuances never needled Ned.
Ned never noticed Nancy’s nuances.
Ned/Nancy’s neighbors now need new neighbors.
Not necessarily nit-pickers nor narcissists.
Note: Nit-picking narrow-minded narcissist not necessary!

NOW in case you need a hint, O!
We are at the letter O.
@Yetanotheruser

Olivier often opened our olives.

Peter picked a peck of pickled pepper.
well, someone had to…

Questers quite quiver, quipped Quentin.

Rash Rastafarians risked ribbing raging Rita.

Sibilant snakes slithered smoothly southward.

Terrys tangy tarts tasted tainted.

Ulysses united universal unity unconditionally.

Vagrant vermin visited Violets vineyard.

Warriors won’t want wobbly wigwams!

XXX eXcites Xavier.

Yak-Yak yahoo yippee ya-ya – - you-all.

Zane & Zelda’s zippy Zebras zinged.

After Anna’s ablutions, Albert arose.

Because Berry bled, Betty bandaged.

Can’t call Candice’ colored cauliflower cooked.

Dastardly dirty dogs drink & drool.

Electric eels excited Edison’s eccentricity!

^ Good one!

Five frisky Ferrets flipped & flopped.

Goose girl gazes at great geese.^^

Happy Harry has his hop-along happiness.

Anyone remember Hopalong Cassidy?

Met William Boyd ‘Hopalong’ at a Department Stores opening in California in the early1950’s. His side-kick “Gabby” Hayes’ had his talent agent in the building my worked at, he use to come and park his Cadillac with “long horns” on the hood in the parking lot

Imagine inky inventions in Italy.

Just jettison jagged jellyfish jug

Kissing Kathryn kissed kibitzing Keith

‘Look lively, Linda!’, laughed Laurence

My mother moderated Martha’s mumblings.

Never needed new neutral neckties.

Over Oliver’s objections, Olive oiled.

Pretty prancing ponies parade proudly.

Quincy quickly quelled Queenie’s quivering.

Reeking rats ruined Reba’s reverie.

Samantha’s style suits sexy sirens.

Temporarily try taking two tablets.

Ursula Unger uses unique underwear.

Virginia’s vector vary the volume variously !

We whined woefully while weeping.

Skipping X.

Your yak yields yellow yokels.

Backing up to X:
Xerxes xeroxed Xeno’s xenophobic xylophonists.

Back forward to “Z”!

Zayn zipped zestfully, zapping Zazu.

Bonus points for the Z man. haha

Adam ate Allisons amazing applesauce.

Becky badly bruised Barry’s baggage.

Thanks, A-girl!!

Could Candy catch Carl’s cooties?

Don’t doubt; Danny didn’t do diddley ! !

Eddie, ever eager, edged eerily.

Fat frogs fight for flies.

Goofy grandmas give great gifts!

Hannah’s high hair heightened her.

^ haha

Ichabod insisted Izzy is insane.

Jaunty Jessie’s jalopy jumped Jeffrey.

Kelly kept kissing Kevins kitten.

Leaving Leamington, Leanne’s Lexus lurched.

Mike made the Mitsubishi meander meaninglessly.

Nora nags Nick nonstop nowadays.

Ohioans often order odorous onions.

Perhaps Paul pinched Pat’s purse.

Questions questions questions; quit questioning!

Rhondas ruby ring raked Rogers ribs.

Sylvie’s silk stockings stoked Stanley.

Talking turnips take their turn.

Ugh..U unusually uneventful.

Vixon Vicky values Victor’s validation.

Without wine, Wendy whined weirdly.

Ne*X* t

Yolandas young, yippy Yorkie, yapped

Zany Zoe zestily zapped Zelda.

Amélie ate African apples always

Babette bobbed boldly, boosting Bob.

Colomas cats contemplate catching critters.

Donald dutifully demonstrates democracy’s downside.

Even Evelyn enjoyed Eid evenings.

Five fat frogs flipped & frolicked.

“Great goulash!” gasped Gretta’s granddaughter.

Helen held Harrys hound “Happy.”

I ignore Inez’s intense interest in intestines.

(Playing ketchup.)

Just join Jerry’s joint judgement.