Zimmerman, Robert A.
This is a short paper Josh Brorby and I wrote for our creative writing course. In it, we were required to start each sentence with the next letter of the alphabet, starting – surprisingly – with ‘a’.
Enjoy.
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“All along the watchtower,”Jimi screamed into the microphone. Bob stared from the audience, watching in disgust. Crowds thronged around the stage as Jimi performed, but Bob remained unmoved.
“Damn,” Bob muttered, “that was my song.” Everyone in his vicinity glanced in his direction.
“Fuckin’ a dude, that’s not your song.”
Gathering his wits, Bob turned to the hippie who dared question him. ”How many roads must a man walk down,” Bob snarled as he punched the flower child right in his drug-induced face. Ironically, this hippie was actually Kenny Loggins of the super-duo Loggins & Messina, and this event would inspire him to form the band.
Jimi removed his acid-soaked headband and threw it into the audience as he walked off stage. Kool cigarette in hand, Bob made his way through the crowd. Leather-clad security guards approached Bob as he moved backstage.
“Move it or lose it buddy; who do you think you are?”
“Name’s Dylan,” a drag from the cigarette, “Bob Dylan.”
“Oh…” the two guards stumbled over their words and their feet as they backed away.
“People got barely enough skin to cover their bones.” Quick as a whip, Bob was inside Jimi’s dressing room.
“Realize just what I did hear; didn’t realize how young you were,” Bob said.
Smiling, Jimi looked up, blowing smoke from his mouth and coughing out, “the clouds are really low, and they overflow.”
“They say that you’re planning to put me down.”
“Ugh, I won’t do you no harm.” Very faintly, Bob heard the crowd chanting Jimi’s name.
“Wind’s beginning to howl Bob, all along the watchtower.”
“‘Xactly what I was thinking.” Yanking out his harmonica, Bob shoved it down Jimi’s throat, and Jimi choked on his own vomit as he fell to the floor.
Zimmerman, Robert A.: don’t forget that name.
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If we hadn’t been constrained by the alphabet rule, we planned a different ending. In it, the tones produced by Jimi’s gurgling and puking flowing through the harmonica inspired Bob to write Like a Rolling Stone. We liked that ending much better.
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truly impressive!