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Challenge
Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.
If you don't know what an alliteration is, Google it. Ensure that your entry is an alliteration and that it forms a coherent thought. Remember, editing is allowed.
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Challenge
Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.
If you don't know what an alliteration is, Google it. Ensure that your entry is an alliteration and that it forms a coherent thought. Remember, editing is allowed.
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Would we wreak worrisome words when we would win wonderfully with well worked worlds wrought with wonders which were well-written? Were we wittingly writing wonders which we're wishing would win wonderful wealth with words? What wrongful writing would we work with winnings well won? Where would we willfully write words which would wash with wellsprings worth writing? Who would write words well-written with watchful wondrous written wanderings? When would we write words which when written work whispers where we were without words? What would we willingly wage war with when we would write wonderfilled words which work within wanderlust?
Challenge
Write a horror story in two sentences.
“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”---Stephen King
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