As Briana climbed down,each footfall grabbed herin joltingknife-like murderousness.Not only pretending.Quick! Run!Stop the unbridled velocity!While xenophobes, you zealots,are bitter charlatans,does every fool go hard?I just know love--mad, needy, or poor--quickly rebounds, soaringtriumphantlyunless vexed withxanthous yellow zoster.All Briana can doexcept favoring God's hell,is juxtapose kindnesslike mystic nirvanaover politics,quietly regarding small talkunder volcano words.Xenolithic.Your zaftig aurabelies celestial designeagerly flowinggently haranguingin joining knowledge.Lost men never once ponderedquiet reality.She trusts universally,violent,with xena-yearning zeitgeist.
Oh, my word. This week for the Indie Ink writing challenge, my lovely friend Jason Hughes gave me this special doozy of a prompt he has been saving just for yours truly: "Starting with the letter A, every next word should start with the next letter of the alphabet. You *must* cycle the alphabet at least four times, but you may continue further...." I stopped at four, but this was fun and I would totally try it again. Thanks, Jason!