Try writing a 100 word paragraph without repeating any words

Gustav--That is a true story (novel written without the letter 'e'). It was written by a French author, whose name escapes me at the moment, and here's the kicker: It was then translated into English, also without using the letter 'e'!

BTW, my hat is doffed to all those who have written paragraphs here. Send 'em to Marilyn immediately!

Cool, rjb! I didn't notice until your postscript that you were writing in the no-repetition style, which is a plus.

Nice ones here!

I'll attempt one at some point. I get addicted to this stuff too easily, so I'm a little wary.

Nice one Gravy, complete with pictorial content.

Fbaezer, yours looks good too.

Ok, who's next to give it a go?

Thanks soz... if my posting @ 6:44 Tuesday passes muster, it means that I wasted a mere two hours from butrflynet's posting @ 4:39. Thanks for reckonising it as an entry. -johnboy-

Redolent of old lime trees, scent wafted down the slopes which provided a backdrop for our lovely ramshackle homestead.

Perched high above, atop these heather covered hills, natural rocky cairns dotted an otherwise unobstructed skyline. Birds called to each other, swooping and diving, plucking insects from wind eddies.

Walking uphill I became aware that field mice scurried through gently waving grasses. Spider's silk, like vapour trails, shimmered in long gossamer threads anticipating upward currents so new webs may be built between shrub branches.

Whispering zephyrs stirred life into barren dead leaves, rustling, lifting, falling, once more rising again.

My senses reminded me, nature is beautiful.

:::applauds::: very nicely done Deepthought. Sounds like a place I'd very much enjoy visiting.

WOW. Great stuff here. Here's mine just because I couldn't resist the challenge.

Morning arrives. Puppy awakens -wide-eyed, wet-nosed, cuddly furry bundle, tail twitching joyfully, tiny bottom wiggling comically, tongue darting in and out for taste of salty finger tips. Pedigree? Bloodline? Who cares? Insignificant! Dog Pound papers state: "Father's origin unknown. Mother, part Schnauzer, wirehaired terrier, Airedale, perhaps wolf." Intriguing combination. Yesterday's exhausting training session produced rewarding results. I swell with pride as she wobbles precariously, head held high, toward front page section covering kitchen floor. Oops! Well, next time, maybe. What? Big yawn. Soft downy comfort beckons us. Sweet dreams "Orphan Annie". Wait! Homeless waif? No! "RaggedyA" shall be your name.

Sometimes, having sex with amputee victims pans out for a great time. However, stumpy bodyparts may buzzkill, killing all erection chances. In such case, viagra, even porno involving mentally challenged fifteen year old Somalian villiage children swarmed by flies help things along. Another enjoyable activity, setting homeless people ablaze, always lures women bedside. But funny smells and noxious gasses arising from burned cadavers can make females dead fish. Their sick onions go dryer than bags of barbeque flavored beef jerky sealed tight like waterduck asspipe. Nothing some vaseline or date rape drugs won't cure. Nobody digs firgid ho's. Even Chet Smith.

Looks like Raggedyaggie's puppy left a turd on the next post. It sure takes a lot of patience to house train incorrigible dogs. Thank goodness for old newspapers that can just be wadded up and thrown away to get rid of the smell.

Some folks have an incredible ability to make pig's ears of silk purses. We here at A2K seem blessed with several such adepts. How such affairs come about eludes me, but the phenomenon remains quite notable neverless. Gleeful in our bounty so represented, members at once applaud and bemoan examples pertinent or otherwise, posting comment by turn expounding personal impression comprising varying probity while neither adding nor subtracting subjective relevance.7That this might continue unabated, untiringly evidences perception supercedes reality among enthusiasts thus inclined. Past as prolog suggests no remedy, rather just confirms absolutely humankind for all its virtue remains but human.



There, that was quick and silly, but it was intended both as such and to make a point, in keeping with the topic's exersize, regarding style, taste, tolerance, sensitivity, and perception, or, more to the point, the lack thereof.

but you used "but" and "at" twice. Careful, this can be addictive. Johnboy

Shock lures value; attempts to undermine sensibilities repel; listings of apparent gross appellation... instead generate concern for the person needing attention. True empathy in understanding rivers' desponding, lakes' serenity, and mountains' infinity reach, involves chasm leaps. Mocking all startles, sorrow tumbles.

Sexual abuse can play, crime pay, theft bereaves, the pious lie. People always have reasons, excuses, fine explications.
Resentment obtains.

Yet disability enables, rain brings sky color, storms turn still, wild is becalmed. Vanquished fear regenerates hope, dissipated hate gives love ways. Bitter seas recede as time watches tides move away from eased answers, wave instead with wonder, bubbling up, washing shells ashore.

An optimist remains inherently insane. They do not so much as consider the pessimist's (or even a realist's) perspective, possessing faulty lenses that corrupt their perception. Madness resembles virtue for those whose eyes be tainted by sunny bias, and disaster seems glorious opportunity. To these folk, ensnared in blissful distemper, no obstacle stands insurmountable, but such delusions are only suitable on bright, beautiful days of rapturous joy; soon enough, capricious Fate renders simpering lovemongers into jaded despondence. Eventually, every blessing the capricious multiverse bestows upon them appears pale, traps only foolish court jesters in motley wear dare take without reservation.



-Cricket

There 'tis, 100 hundred words. That was a pain. Happy, happy, happy!

Tang_Quester
Tang_Quester, excellent post! They are hard to do, aren't they?

Welcome to Able2Know, glad to have you here.

---BumbleBeeBoogie

Melt mutton, lard, petrolatum - combining fragrance- saturating parchment sheets. Cast molds, pour candle wax, paying particular attention about partitioning, tapering, shaping. Attend coloring using myriad shades, dyes- hues of fantastic, imaginative brilliance. Stacking, waiting, hoping, timing, adjusting; then- open and display! (Fill a pail with shredded, mottled, soggy wet wrappers; until running over it's edges. Once dried will make heat from burning too intense for description.) Light the match on wick. Penetrating aroma scorches atmosphere- noses, senses- alike. Closed eyes, meditating- melodies matching mood swirling through space, while ambiance flows in billows. Have you any partying pillars which would even compare?


[This really puts the cells to work, BBB. Kinda fun, thanks for the topic]

Rose
Rose, welcome to Able2Know. Glad you find this topic a challenge. It does get your brain synapses working. We've had many excellent paragraphs. I hope some of them were sent to Marilyn Vos Savant to compete in her contest.

---BumbleBeeBoogie

Drank too much Absinthe at the Mardi Gras today. Evil, green and French, fifty five percent proof makes you mad. Wood worm contained with in is a hallucinogenic. Tastes like liquorice better then vodka or tequila. Bohemians, poets furthermore musicians from Paris used to drink this mysterious anis alcohol which was once banned . Light soaked sugar, watch the flame. Four shots are more then enough. Can you do it again mister barman for twelve rand? Love my drink when holidays come, script will wait, we have just another before Mo closes. Road shifts resembeling friends stagger. As an Artist I maintain tradition.

AND THE WINNER IS
Marilyn vos Savant announced her choice of the winning paragraph 10/5. It was from Jon Lurie of Milford, Mass. Marilyn chose it because it came closest to sounding natural.

"Trying to type one hundred distinct words in a single paragraph is really tough! If I cannot repeat any of them, then probably those with many letters should be used. Maybe some readers will utilize dictionaries, thesauruses (thesauri?) or possibly even encyclopedias, but my preference has always been that gray matter between your ears. Seriously, Marilyn, challenges such as this require skills beyond math, science and physics. So, what do you ask: reading comprehension, writing ability, good old-fashioned elbow grease? Scientists don't care about structure; they want results. Hey, look! Only eleven more left! Five, four, three, two---done."

Have to admit BBB, that is a good paragraph, and doesn't repeat. Yet, he sticks to the subject with no interruptions. (he or she... 'jon' doesn't really tell)
Anyhoo, it was a good exercise. Thanks for the fun.

I thought I posted thanks but see it didn't take, bbb. It was fun.