"E"

[Paradigm]

E is the most common letter in the English language. Almost every sentence has an E! Those last two sentences alone had 12 E's! It can be difficult to type a paragraph without using the letter E once. But I have a challenge for you all!

Let us construct a continuing, endless story without mentioning the letter E directly, once. You may not type the letter E, any symbol looking like an E, or any number or abbreviation containing an E(Like 1 instead of one) but you may say "Fifth symbol" or another reference to E. You must add at least one full sentence that makes sense to the story. How far can we get? I dunno if we'll make 2 paragraphs. I'll start us off.


"It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why?"

Not much, but I can't resist that damn letter E >_>



Oh, and copy the previous segment of the story and write what YOU added at the end, so we can see how long the story is every post. If(unlikely) it gets too long we can break it into parts :U

[MnemosyneX]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair.

[Ylanne]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing all bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or any living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...

:EDIT: I wrote this at a time when no one should be awake. I'm sorry.

[LordSaladin]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing the bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or other living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar.

[Din]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing the bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or other living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar. What sounds ring about my mind, gushing forth obstructions to my walk and trapping articulations that thump within a crypt from which I spout? Shall I skip around a symbolic bush trading normality for bombastic oration?

[Paradigm]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing all bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or any living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar. What sounds ring about my mind, gushing forth obstructions to my walk and trapping articulations that thump within a crypt from which I spout? Shall I skip around a symbolic bush trading normality for bombastic oration?

Ah and finally, an occurring to draw my mind away from this.. this... what it is I cannot form into words, put simply, for my mind cannot fathom any "fitting" sounds or musics for my thoughts. But, I must pay what sanity I still hold within towards what is occurring now. A knock, ringing about my room, originating from my door. But who would knock on my door at this hour of this night?


edit: Onoes! Ylanne made an E. Didn't notice that. (Changed it and underlined where they were)
redit: 2 e's, my bad. Bad Ylanne. Bad. :P

[LordSaladin]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing all bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or any living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar. What sounds ring about my mind, gushing forth obstructions to my walk and trapping articulations that thump within a crypt from which I spout? Shall I skip around a symbolic bush trading normality for bombastic oration?

Ah and finally, an occurring to draw my mind away from this.. this... what it is I cannot form into words, put simply, for my mind cannot fathom any "fitting" sounds or musics for my thoughts. But, I must pay what sanity I still hold within towards what is occurring now. A knock, ringing about my room, originating from my door. But who would knock on my door at this hour of this night?
To bring a pausing instant to a finish, I found my body rising from its position twixt quilt and floor. Curious, that; mayhap a fall, but who can try finding claim of situational fallout? Turning knob, unlocking, I look upon that which could award no logical narration. Instantly, fright.

[Phoenixrisen]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing all bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or any living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar. What sounds ring about my mind, gushing forth obstructions to my walk and trapping articulations that thump within a crypt from which I spout? Shall I skip around a symbolic bush trading normality for bombastic oration?

Ah and finally, an occurring to draw my mind away from this.. this... what it is I cannot form into words, put simply, for my mind cannot fathom any "fitting" sounds or musics for my thoughts. But, I must pay what sanity I still hold within towards what is occurring now. A knock, ringing about my room, originating from my door. But who would knock on my door at this hour of this night?
To bring a pausing instant to a finish, I found my body rising from its position twixt quilt and floor. Curious, that; mayhap a fall, but who can try finding claim of situational fallout? Turning knob, unlocking, I look upon that which could award no logical narration. Instantly, fright.
A thing so wrong with digits many, and hairs that flow it's body long, optics black and inky. It's gravitation toward my body wrought my soul with vast dismay.

[Music]

It is a dark, stormy night and alas, I am finding it hard to form my thoughts into words and constructs past. That damn fifth symbol is a symbol I cannot avoid. But why? Ah- an inquiry that has but no solution. Possibly an addiction? A habit, craving of such unitary fury that it simply cannot stand as an oblivious affair. I put forth words from my mouth, moving from mind to lips, as sound, crossing all bounds of thought and motion. I cannot think but to do this - to do what no animal or any living nonhuman can - to part my lips and bring forth diction.... vocalizations... a most high form of communication, that, if lacking, is without a doubt, a significant sign of anything amiss...
Doors turn; portals to a world coursing timidity within spirals of shadow. Drawn within, dissipation of normality, I allow tumultuous habits fruition, trying a flow of thinking unfamiliar. What sounds ring about my mind, gushing forth obstructions to my walk and trapping articulations that thump within a crypt from which I spout? Shall I skip around a symbolic bush trading normality for bombastic oration?

Ah and finally, an occurring to draw my mind away from this.. this... what it is I cannot form into words, put simply, for my mind cannot fathom any "fitting" sounds or musics for my thoughts. But, I must pay what sanity I still hold within towards what is occurring now. A knock, ringing about my room, originating from my door. But who would knock on my door at this hour of this night?
To bring a pausing instant to a finish, I found my body rising from its position twixt quilt and floor. Curious, that; mayhap a fall, but who can try finding claim of situational fallout? Turning knob, unlocking, I look upon that which could award no logical narration. Instantly, fright.

A thing so wrong with digits many, and hairs that flow its body long, optics black and inky. Its gravitation toward my body wrought my soul with vast dismay. As obvious as a thing of dark midnight upon my front porch, this animal was glaring angrily at a small gift in its hand. "Good sibling," this man said, "I bring to you this important thing which is our duty to draw on for authority to guard the kingdom." This man, my sibling, found my aid important to our goal. Our victory. Could I not grant this?