Short Story No. 1

Aladdin woke up one morning and decided he wanted to run over some people. But the problem was that his only mode of transportation was his bike. Cheerfully whistling a tune he took care to dress in a hot pink polka dotted muumuu. Dropping his dog Uteran off at the kennel, he jumped on his bike and set off on his mission. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion as he rode down the middle of the sidewalk. Fanny Meeks, the little old lady that always waved at him was bending over to pick up her bags when Aladdin saw her and nailed her on her droopy old butt. Giggling like a madman Aladdin pedaled off, looking for his next target. Harry Potter had just landed on the sidewalk after seeing Fanny bite the dust and was chaining his broom to a parking meter when Aladdin spotted him. Ignoring the immediate danger, he stepped in front of Aladdin thinking he would slow. Jangling his horn on his bike, Aladdin grinned and pedaled into Harry who promptly fell backwards, a tire tread mark on his face the only clue to his fatal accident. King Louis had seen Aladdin hit Harry and hurried to get into his carriage. Losing his footing on the top step he fell backward onto the ground, his face an inch from Aladdin’s tire. Moaning, he tried to get up but Aladdin just laughed and grinded his tire over his face. Never looking back, Aladdin was enjoying his little path of destruction. Ordinarily, Aladdin was not such a mean person, but today he felt like being mean. Princess Jasmine then flew up on her magic carpet and pleaded with Aladdin to stop running over people with his bike. “Que? Who do you think you are? My wife?” Rolling his eyes, Aladdin pedaled faster, hoping to lose Princess Jasmine in his dust. “Stop right now or I will cast a spell on you,” she said unsheathing Harry Potter’s wand. Turning around in surprise, Aladdin jammed on the brakes. Undaunted, Princess Jasmine flew up until she was right in front of Aladdin. “Voldemort is still very much alive and looking for you,” she said pointing to the dark mark on her arm. “What?!” Aladdin was dumbfounded because he thought Harry had killed him but he had failed as so many people had predicted. “Xanax, I need Xanax,” Aladdin squealed as he felt a panic attack coming on. “You’ll never win” sang Princess Jasmine as Voldemort apparated onto her carpet. “Zippidee doo da” murmured Voldemort pointing his wand at Aladdin who promptly fell over dead, leaving Jasmine and Voldemort fly off into the sunset of a whole new world.

Written by Jasmine.

The Story Behind The ABC Short Story Blog...

This blog began out of sheer work related boredom. I wanted to see if I could write a short story using the letters of the alphabet in consecutive order to begin every sentence. Needless to say, it is difficult and sometimes borders on the ridiculous. "Who did this? Xylophone wants to know. You know I can't keep a secret from him. Zebra, as usual." Terrible, I know.

So I am inviting the writers of blogs I like and any other interested participants to submit a story to be posted here. Along with their story I will post a link to their site in my links column.

The first sentence must begin with an A and continue to Z. The story can be longer than 26 sentences, but the 27th sentence must begin with an A, then B, etc.

It can also be shorter than 26 sentences and anyone can use Xylophone repeatedly for X if necessary. No eXit or eXtreme though.

Submit your short stories to abcbloggirl@gmail.com.

I will take most as long as they follow the alphabet rule, are grammatically correct and relatively clean. The weirder they are, the better.