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Date: April 1, 1999
Univocalism: Write a story using only a single vowel.
SING-SING GIRL "I." IS MISSING
DICKS FISH TIPS INDICTING FIJI-MISSISSIPPI "INVISIBLING PILL" RING
Sirs I insist. Simplistic dips dismiss gift-pill "prism" with priggish ribbing "hijinx", "hijinx"(ibid). Filth! This indicting is incivil. In dim, rigid prizzin(sic.) kip wilts this iris, wilts I, I. whiz kid, glinty ming, sizzling mind, flint-spirit. K.P. ziti is ill-inspiring, sick, ick. Dismiss! & Kiss this, I.
This sign, writ in pink ink, in I.'s Sing-Sing digs in clink is zinging big stink. This first Fri. in Spring, pigs insist I. is in hiding. Pill's dint? Inquiring dicks digging in vigil, divining Is I. slinking in this "prism's" diminishing scrim?
In girl Fri. gig with Mr. Fifi Mix & his ilk, I. whipp'd gin, wicks, swill. In schism with Mix "crimini king", I. insists Mix is piddling insipid simp. Mix lisps "fink!" Tiff. Tiff.
I's shtick fibs wigs, bikinis, pidgin, prim (with fists & id). I.d.s in infinit digits (pi). "Prism" is icing. Mimics finish first? I. is high mimic. I.'s wig is mist, wind. Wink. Blink.
This in in pinch, dicks flip switch imbibing "prism". Invisibling skirmish with I. impish fighting ibis Pigs smiling critics in crisis. Invisibling mishmish. Film rights? Bid high.
Paul: Tender text: Jen Shreve Meets Elmer Hendersen
Jen needed better sex. Her men's penes were mere pegs; else the men seemed reserved, terse; else she begged them, tense lest the sex be fleet.
Then she detected Elmer. Elmer's better, she knew. She let her teeth peek between her tresses. Elmer's peepers met hers. Her cheeks reddened. She persevered. "Elmer?" She stretched, felt Elmer's leg. She "fell fer Elmer."
Weds. eve Jen bedded Elmer. The next week, there were ten Elmer-Jen sex events, then, the next week, eleven, then twelve. She felt excellent.
Then Elmer's sex need lessened. He felt fewer sex events were needed. Jen never expected these speeches. She wept. Weeks extended. Then, cheerless, she reflected.
Then she knew the effects she needed weren't sex. Even sex excepted, deeper preferences were there.
She screeched, "Elmer! Reemerge!" Elmer begged, "Tell me. 4 letters..."
She exerted herself, precedentless. "L---" The sentence ended there. Elder speech never expressed her deep-felt decree. "L-ve..."
Cheered, even less 1 letter, Elmer fell, held her, spewed tenderness, endless glee. Jen's senses' kens were exceeded.
Mark: The Eel's Best Defense
...the eve the Eel wept, eleven E.S.T., my sleep, kept by vehement ether, ended. Ere, these Eelspecks were never seen by men. The Elk's knees endless tremble. The Fennec's sly eyes bent by the creeps. The Sheep, beefy by bench-press tense, edgy. Yes, the Secret Sect revered the perfect, demented Eel.
Yet these embers tell the Eel erred. Ever extreme, the reedy, clever Weed schemed the Eel's descent. He brewed the stew the Eel chewed. Yes, the Eel's yen fer rye-kernels felled he--the Sect's key trend-setter! The effervescent exec we never knew.
The excellent Eel, speech rent, select cells wrecked... expressed regret. Then, ebbing, he keeled. (The Weed's sweet glee --the wretch!) Elk & Ferret helped the Eel erect; yet eerie rest fell. The energy-belts, the sect's elite emblems, descended. The Eel's strength, & the respect he behested depleted, clenched, & spent.