Bella’s a Tease (An Alphabet Story)

“Amazing, fantastic, wow, I cannot believe it,” she gushed.

But Bella had always been a drama queen.

Curiosity got the better of me this time.

“Damn it! Tell me,” I demand.

Ever elusive she mumbles her reply.

“For Pete’s sake, tell me,” I demand again.

Giggling, Bella asks, “Who’s being dramatic now.”

“Hate you at times,” I growl.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” I offer as an apology.

Just as she gave me the look that I know, others hate.

“Kisses?” I offer pleadingly.

Laughing, she tells me “I could never be mad at you.”

“Maybe not, but you do scare me sometimes.”

Never has a woman been so attractive, but left me feeling so vulnerable.

“Oh hunny, you know I love you,” she purrs.

Patronized a little, I asked again, what her news is.

Questioning Bella is always a game she wins.

Rarely do I feel in control.

She smiles her teasing smile.

There, she knows she has my undivided attention.

Unsurprisingly, she does her flirty little giggle and lowers her voice.

“Victory is mine,” she whispers.

Whilst smiling, she dances, twisting and turning.

Xenial, is not something you could accuse Bella of.

“You know babe, forget it, I’m sure you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” I turn to walk away.

Zealously, she shows me the page in her hand, ‘Congratulations, you have been selected as the featured writer in ABC.’

Leaking Intellect (An Alphabet Story)

"Another day, another dollar". What a stupid mantra, I say looking at the aged animation on the wall.
Bloody stupid job, I despised the job, I could feel my I.Q. lower each day.
"Customer service: there is no traffic jam on the extra mile"
Do they really expect people to buy in to this crap?
Easy money is how my colleagues describe this job.
Few of them knew the real reason I'm here.
Getting in to position and setting up, simple enough, but I'm annoyed that I have to be here early to do this.
Here I am, ten minutes before my shift officially starts, hunting for a chair and loading programs.
I can't believe that I have to skip my last smoke for four hours to come in and play musical chairs, snatching one whilst someone's away.
Joke! That's what it is. A fecking joke.
Keeping a simple thing like a chair should be easier, surely you'd notice someone leave with one? So why were there less chairs then desks?
Looking at the clock in the corner of my monitor, I feel my heart sink a little deeper.
My ears tingle and pop, I wonder if its my sanity or simply my intellect leaking out.
Normally, I'm fairly laid back, pretty chilled, but this place just raises my blood pressure.
Ok here goes, 10 o'clock, "good morning, you are speaking to James, how may I help?"
Pausing for the response, I'm already gone, auto-pilot has taken over.
Questions and demands bat between us like a ball.
Relief as the dead tone rings in my ear, although it lasts milliseconds before being replaced by the beep of an incoming call.
Sincerity, as false and sugary as a McDonald's donut, scrapes my throat as it's forced out.
Tortuously I take call after excruciating call, feeling like a mother of a newborn on maternity leave. I want to stand up and scream "G*ddamn it. I need an intelligent conversation!"
Uninterestedly the hours tick by. My ears leaking my brains.
Various faces around me all display the same tell tale, defeated smiles.
Wondering how the ones that are genuinely smiling do it, perplexes me, I must ask.
Xoanon and other perverse objet d’art clutter desks.
Youth turns into old age seamlessly.
Zapping energy and intelligence in equal measure.

Game of War (An Alphabet Story)

"Armed. Locked, loaded, and ready to roll."
"Brilliant" I muttered, going into a war zone with an idiot!
"Captain, there's movement"
Doug, my right hand man, called me over.
Eye in position, I could see the target through the lens.
"Fugitive appears to be armed", Doug advised.
Glaringly obvious, I presumed she would be.
Highly unlikely she would lead us to her and not be prepared for the chaos that would ensue.
I called the men in, "This is not a training exercise, target is armed, shoot to k..."
Jingling to life, a mobile phone with the latest annoying animal soundtrack, interrupted my speech.
Kneeling by the ammunition was the idiot from earlier, he looked at the screen and catching my eye, said "women" with a wink.
Losing my composure, "turn that damn thing off. Now!" I snapped.
Managing a military operation requires skill, determination and a strong command.
"Now!" I demanded as the bloody thing screeched again.
Over at the window at the window, something caught Doug's eye.
Pausing, he positioned the zoom on the target.
Questioning Doug was something I learnt not to do; if it was important, he let you know.
Rallying the rest of the men, I advised them  to be prepared, be ready to fire.
Still looking, Doug mumbled to me this was starting to look like a suicide mission.
"Target has four armed guards, marking the perimeter, six inside and enough ammo to take down James Bond!"
Unusual for Doug to be so animated, he was the more studious of the group, a genius with technology but lacking in social skills.
Vast amounts of ammunition was available to us too.
Wondering what had riled Doug, I swapped positions with him so I was looking at the target
Xerosis took hold of my eyes and mouth, as I stood aghast at the scale of her preparation.
“You know what to do men. Take her down. Fire at will...”
“Zac. Zac, it’s time to come in now.” Mother shouted, ending today’s games.

An Alphabet Story

I find Alphabet stories are a great way to write if I am short on time or ideas. They don't always go where I expect them to, or want them to, but it's about getting words down.

Give them a try, simply write the alphabet down the side of the page and write a sentence starting with each letter.

Simple. Right?

I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

Another extension of this, write a sentence using the alphabet as the first letter of each word.
For some examples of this, check out Richard Brown's post on Write Words.