Monday, April 30, 2012

Z is For Zilch

Here we are, the last day of the A to Z Challenge. Did you think we would make it? I'd like to thank everyone for stopping by everyday and making my challenge possible. So without further ado, here is the last word of the challenge...
We have zilch letters left! We're done! Congrats to everyone who finished.


Z- Zilch: zero, nothing
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Yesterday's sentence comes Lauren S again from and is: "Who is this?" said the voice.

"Agent Smith!" I yodeled. "Come and get me!"


Let's see what great sentences you can come up with to tie our story all together and finish it off. Remember here's what we have so far:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.   
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.  After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.  I reached out for the crevice to grab hold of the walkie-talkie, but just then the wind filled my parachute and I began to be blown away. With a valiant effort I struggled to hold onto the branch that was keeping me in place.  With determination I untangled myself from the parachute and with wanderlust, grabbed the walkie-talkie.  It was like a xenium from the gods as I turned hit the button, said my name, and someone answered.

"Who is this?" said the voice.
"Agent Smith!" I yodeled. "Come and get me!"
 

Again, I just want to thank everyone for coming by and participating everyday. I couldn't have done it with out you! Tomorrow I'll post the whole story.


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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Y is For Yodel

Are you so happy we're almost done you could just yodel?



Y- Yodel: to sing by suddenly changing from a natural voice to a falsetto and back; also : to shout or call in a similar manner
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Yesterday's sentence comes Brooke R. Busse from and is: It was like a xenium from the gods as I turned hit the button, said my name, and someone answered.

Let's see what great sentences you can come up with to tie our story all together and remember here's what we have so far:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.   
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.  After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.  I reached out for the crevice to grab hold of the walkie-talkie, but just then the wind filled my parachute and I began to be blown away. With a valiant effort I struggled to hold onto the branch that was keeping me in place.  With determination I untangled myself from the parachute and with wanderlust, grabbed the walkie-talkie.  It was like a xenium from the gods as I turned hit the button, said my name, and someone answered.

Thanks so much for stopping by and please forgive me for not being around much this week. I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is picking the sentences and updating the story daily for me.


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Friday, April 27, 2012

X is For Xenium

I wish I could give you all a xenium for being so great, coming by and giving me sentences everyday.



X-Xenium:  A present given to a guest or stranger, or to a foreign ambassador.
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Yesterday's sentence comes from Laura and is: With determination I untangled myself from the parachute and with wanderlust, grabbed the walkie-talkie.
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Let's see what great sentence you can come up with to tie our story all together and remember here's what we have so far:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.   
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.  After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.  I reached out for the crevice to grab hold of the walkie-talkie, but just then the wind filled my parachute and I began to be blown away. With a valiant effort I struggled to hold onto the branch that was keeping me in place.  With determination I untangled myself from the parachute and with wanderlust, grabbed the walkie-talkie.

Again, I just want to thank everyone for coming by and participating everyday. I couldn't have done this with out you!

If your new to my blog, thank you so much for stopping by. Wondering what we are doing? Go HERE for instructions.

Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.



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Thursday, April 26, 2012

W is for Wanderlust

I'm fulfilling my wanderlust right now, as I am on vacation.



W- Wanderlust: A strong desire to travel.



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I reached out for the crevice to grab hold of the walkie-talkie, but just then the wind filled my parachute and I began to be blown away. With a valiant effort I struggled to hold onto the branch that was keeping me in place....is yesterday's sentence and it came from Lauren S.

Just two days left! Our story till this point is:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.   
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.  After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.  I reached out for the crevice to grab hold of the walkie-talkie, but just then the wind filled my parachute and I began to be blown away. With a valiant effort I struggled to hold onto the branch that was keeping me in place.



Again, I just want to thank everyone for coming by and participating everyday. I couldn't have done this with out you!

 If your new to my blog, thank you very much for stopping by. Have questions? Go HERE for instructions.

Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.


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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

V is for Valiant

Everyone has been so valiant in this challenge. Keep up the great work.

V- Valiant: Possessing or showing courage or determination.

Brooke R. Busse sentence was chosen yesterday and is: After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.

With the combination of that sentence, it brings our story to:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  


     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.  After all, we were united in our goals. Or, at least, I was the means for them to achieve theirs.


New to this blog? Thanks for stopping by. Wondering what we are doing? Please go HERE.

I hope you guys are doing good. Only a few days left, you can do it!

Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. I promise to respond to your comments when I get back. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.


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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

U is for United

It's amazing how many people have been united during this challenge. It's been a tough few weeks, but the end is in sight.



U- United: Joined together politically, for a common purpose, or by common feelings.

The sentence from yesterday was chosen from Elise Fallson and is: To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.


So that brings our story to:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  

     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.
 
If you are just joining us and would like to read the post explaining what we are doing, please go HERE.

Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.

Monday, April 23, 2012

T is For Timorous

Don't be timorous about this word, I'm sure you'll come up with a great sentence.

T- Timorous- 1. full of fear; fearful. 2. subject to fear; timid. 3. characterized by or indicating fear.
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Our sentence yesterday was from Brooke R. Busse and he/she wrote: 

Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon.

Put it all together and here's what we have so far:

     The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon.

If this is your first visit, thanks for stopping by. If you'd like you can go HERE for an explanation of what we're doing.

I'll be on vacation for the next week. A special thanks to DL Hammons for picking the sentences and updating my blog for me everyday while I'm gone. Please forgive me for not getting around to many blogs for the next week. I promise to make up for it.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

S is for Sinister

Was yesterday's word really hard? I received one sentence and it was fitting... a french word and a sentence from a lovely french lady.

I hope you feel welcome when you come to my blog; I'm not sinister at all. (Well, maybe a little) *evil laugh*

Sinister- threatening or portending evil, harm, or trouble; ominous: a sinister remark. Bad, evil, base, or wicked.
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Elise Fallson's sentence was chosen yesterday, she wrote: And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX.

Our story's coming right along.  Here it is:

      The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX.

If this is your first time here (hi and I'm glad you stopped by) and need to know what we're doing, please go HERE for instructions.


I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow. Please forgive me for not being around the blogoshere for the next week, but I promised my husband no internet. (I may be hiding in the bathroom a lot)  Please keep coming by and leaving your sentences. I have the words and posts for next week all set up and DL Hammons from Cruising Altitude 2.0 has graciously agreed to come by every night, pick a sentence and update our story. I would hate for him to have to come up with some sentences. :) When I get back I'll respond to all your comments and visit your blogs to catch up. Thank you!


Friday, April 20, 2012

R is For Riant

I Hope my blog gives you riant smile today; while you're coming up with your sentence.




R- Riant- laughing; smiling; cheerful.


Chris Fries's sentence was chosen yesterday. It was: My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon.




Here's our story so far:


The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon.



If this is your first time here, hi and welcome, and you're wondering what we are doing, you can go HERE for an explanation. 

For those of you who don't know, Tiana Smith  has started a beautiful new website where you can get custom templates for your blog.  http://www.theblogdecorator.com/   Check it out, they are gorgeous.  

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Q is For Quixotic

 Does the letter Q scare you? Let's see what kind of sentence you can come up with for this word, just makes sure it goes with our story...


Q-Quixotic: Exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical.
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Yesterday, I got a bunch of votes for Jessica Bell's sentence, so why not. :) It was...
But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah?

 Here's our story:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.  
     But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah?


New to my blog? Welcome! Want to know what we're doing? Go HERE for directions.

I hope you are doing good. Hang in there, just a little ways to go!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

P is For Palliate

I'm trying really hard to come up with a sentence for palliate, but it's really late and I can't think of one. I hope you have better luck. It looks like this word might be a challenge. I know you can come up with some great sentences.
P-Palliate: 1. To reduce the violence of (a disease); also : to ease (symptoms) without curing the underlying disease. 2. To cover by excuses and apologies. 3. To moderate the intensity of (trying to palliate the boredom).
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I had to choose Nick Wilford's sentence; because, we chose the same word for the letter O. I thought it only fitting.  His sentence was:
Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.

Here's the story:

     The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

O is For Omnipotent

For anyone who doesn't know Alex J. Cavanaugh, he's almost omnipotent in the blogging world.
O- Omnipotent: 1. often capitalized : almighty 2. Having virtually unlimited authority or influence. 3. Obsolete : arr

M's sentence was:
Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop.
and it was from Alex J. Cavanaugh
Here's our story so far:

 The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now. 
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop.

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In order to make this challenge work I need your sentences, so please stop by tomorrow and put in your entries. I hope everyone challenge is going great!

Monday, April 16, 2012

N is For Nonstop

This challenge has everyone going nonstop.

N- Nonstop: Done, made, or held without a stop : not easing or letting up.

Our sentence from yesterday was from Jaycee DeLorenzo and is:

Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important.

Here's our story:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now. 
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important.

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Help! In order to make this challenge work I need your sentences, so please make sure to stop by tomorrow and put in your entries. What do you think of the story so far? Happy Monday I hope that you have a great week.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

M is For Monumental


Can you believe it? We're half way done. In case this is your first time stopping by, you can go HERE for an explanation on what we're doing. Everyone else, let's get creative...

This A to Z challenge has been monumental, with almost 2,00 people participating.

M- Monumental: 1. Of or relating to a monument. 2. Serving as or resembling a monument : massive; also : highly significant : outstanding. 3. Very great.

The sentence chosen yesterday is from Nick Wilford and was...

 I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life.

Here's the story so far:

     The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now. 
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life.

Friday, April 13, 2012

L is For Love

I love how the story is turning out. Thanks everyone for coming by and giving me sentences!

L- Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.
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The sentence chosen from yesterday came from Elise Fallson and is:

"Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table.

That brings our story to:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now. 
     "Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table.

If you're new to my blog, thanks for stopping by. Here's what we are doing... I give you a word, you give me a sentence containing that word to add on to our story. If you'd like more in depth instructions, please go HERE.




Thursday, April 12, 2012

K is For Kindred

I think that we are kindred, those who write from the heart.



K- Kindred: (adj)1. Having similar or common qualities, origin, etc. 2. Related by blood or marriage
(n) 1. Relationship by blood. 2. Similarity in character. 3. A person's relatives collectively


The sentence from yesterdays word comes from Brooke R Busse and is:

The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.

Which brings our story to:

The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
     The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.

If you're new to my blog, thanks for stopping by. Here's what we are doing... I give you a word, you give me a sentence containing that word to add on to our story. If you'd like more in depth instructions, please go HERE.

In order to make this challenge work I need your sentences, so please stop by tomorrow and put in your entries. Thank you so much for helping me pull this off. This is going amazing. The story has gone where I didn't see coming, and is great, all thanks to you!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

J is For Juxtapose

If you juxtapose all the sentences together, I'm sure you'll be able to come up with one that will go great with the rest of the story.


J- Juxtapose- to place close together or side by side, especially for comparison or contrast.

Our sentence from yesterday comes from Elise Fallson and it was:

But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help."
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Here's our story so far:

     The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.
      It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help."


If you are new to my blog, thanks for stopping by. Here's what we are doing... I give you a word, you give me a sentence containing that word to add on to our story. If you would like more of an explanation, please read this POST.
Thank you for stopping by today and be sure to come by tomorrow and add your sentence to the story.

Also I added a special bonus post today! An interview with Jessica Therrien, so please read it, if you get a chance. It's right after this post.

Author Interview: Jessica Therrien

I know I'm posting twice today once for the A to Z Challenge and once for my author interview series. I am however keeping with the letter of the day... J for Jessica!

Today I'd like to welcome Jessica Therrien to my blog. Jessica recently had her first book published in February and it has been #5 on the teen B&N top books, next to The Hunger Games. I first met Jessica on Twitter and it was immediate twittership, she has such a great name I couldn't help it. Since then I am proud to say Jessica has become a great blogging friend. I read Oppression (in a day, because I couldn't put it down) and thought it was a fabulous book. There's a reason why it's been at the top. So without further ado, on to the questioning...


JS: You just had your first novel, Oppression, published. Congratulations! Can you tell us a little about it?
 JT: I’m no good at summing my book up into a paragraph, but the back cover blurb does a pretty decent job:

Elyse knows what it means to keep a secret. She's been keeping secrets her whole life. Two, actually. First, that she ages five times slower than the average person, so that while she looks eighteen years old, she's closer to eighty. Second, that her blood has a mysterious power to heal. For Elyse, these things don't make her special. They make life dangerous. After the death of her parents, she's been careful to keep her secret as closely guarded as possible. Now, only one other person in the world knows about her age and ability. Or so she thinks. Elyse is not the only one keeping secrets. There are others like her all over the world, descendants of the very people the Greeks considered gods. She is one of them, and they have been waiting for her for a long time. Among so many of her kind, she should not be very remarkable--except for the prophecy. Some believe she will put an end to traditions, safeguarded by violence, which have oppressed her people for centuries. Others are determined to keep her from doing just that. But for Elyse, the game is just beginning--and she's not entirely willing to play by their rules.
 

JS: How did you get the ideas for your book?  
JT: I knew I wanted to write a YA paranormal type of novel, and I remembered learning that some places in Greek mythology are actually thought to exist in the world today (the city of Troy for example). That got me thinking, what if the Greek gods were real too, but people only mistook them for gods. If people had supernatural abilities back then, society would have most likely treated them like gods. It was a cool concept that seemed like a feasible explanation for a paranormal storyline. 

 JS: What are you working on now?  
JT: I’m working on the next book in my Children of the Gods series. It will be out sometime next year.

JS: How many books will be in this series?  
JT: Right now, it’s three…but you never know ;)  

JS: How long did it take you to write Oppression?  
JT: I really didn’t keep track, but I THINK it took about one to two years. I put it away for months without touching it several times.
 
JS: When did you decide to write your first novel?  
JT: I’d always wanted to write a novel, but when the YA genre exploded, I just fell in love with the stories. They really inspired me, and I wanted to write my own.  

JS: Did you send out query letters for Oppression and if so how many?  
JT: I sent out 10 queries. All of them were rejected, and I cried after opening each one, lol. Read how I found my publisher below.  

JS: You have an interesting story about how you got published. Can you tell us about it?  
JT: After the ten rejection letters, a friend of the family (who was once in the business) suggested I go to a conference. I sent my work to two agents and an author in advance of the event (these are called “advanced reads”). The author, Michele Scott (aka best-selling author A.K. Alexander) found my submission interesting and thought it was good enough to show to her publisher. She introduced me, and I left the conference with a handshake publishing deal. It was an amazingly awesome lucky break.  
JS: Do you have ideas for more books after the Children Of The Gods series?  
JT: Yes. I’m really eager to write a standalone novel. It’s extremely hard to promote a book while you’re writing a series…fun, but hard. 

 JS: What advice do you have for any unpublished authors?  
JT: My advice is always the same. Go to a conference. You’ll have fun, and might actually meet your future agent or publisher. I did :)
 
Random Questions

1. Vanilla or chocolate?
Chocolate.  
2. Coffee or tea? Coffee.
3. Beach or snow? Beach.
4. Last book read? Prince Albert and the Doomsday Device.
5. Favorite author? I can’t pick. Right now it’s Moira Young. She’s brilliant.
6. Most played song on iPod? Bloodstream by Stateless.
7. Favorite movie? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
8. Outliner or panster? Both? Lol.
9. Flats or heels? Flats (if I wasn’t so dang tall, I’d wear heels…I’m over six feet with them on…).
10.Lipstick or chapstick? Chapstick :) I’m addicted.


Jessica Therrien is the author of, young adult paranormal fiction series, Children of the Gods. Book one in the series, Oppression, was published by ZOVA Books in February of 2012.

Jessica spent most of her life in the small town of Chilcoot, California, high up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. In this town of nearly 100 residents, with no street lights or grocery stores, there was little to do but find ways to be creative. Her mother, the local English teacher, inspired her to do all things artistic, and ultimately instilled in her a love for language.

In 2003, Jessica attended California State University Long Beach where her passion for language found her studying Chinese, and in 2005 she moved to Taiwan to study abroad. From 2005 to 2006 Jessica was fully immersed in the Chinese language as she attended National Taiwan University, and in 2008 she graduated from San Diego State University magna cum laude.

Jessica currently lives in Chula Vista with her husband, and is writing book two in her Children of the Gods series. 

Oppression is available at:
Amazon Kindle Edition (UKFranceGermany)
 Paperback
Amazon (UKFranceGermanyJapan)




Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I is For Ironic

It's ironic that I can't think of a sentence to go with ironic.  hope your A to Z Challenge is going good. Are you hanging in there?



I- Ironic: 1.Using or characterized by irony. 2. Happening in the opposite way to what is expected, thus typically causing wry amusement.
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And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks

Is the sentence by Em-Musing that was chosen from yesterday. 

Here's what our story is so far:

     The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was.

     It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks.

If you are new to my blog, thanks for stopping by. Here's what we are doing... I give you a word, you give me a sentence containing that word to add on to our story. If you would like more of an explanation, please read this POST.


Please stop by tomorrow and add your sentence to the story.