Can you write an interesting one paragraph story without using the letters E and A

Can you write an interesting, one paragraph story without using the letters "E" and "A"?


So you wish for this boy to print you this story without jotting down first or fifth glyphs? O.
k.
I’ll put down thoughts from voids in my skull, submit it on this forum to show to you guys.

It’s six ’til midnight.
Oh gosh! I slid down hills to town.
I took lids of bins to go down smoothly.
Running now, I toss my lid into ruins to disturb my pursuit.
To Bryn’s condo I inform my doubting soul.
Quickly! Big, burly orcs turn to sounds of lids dropping into dirt.
Good.
I still might do it! I look down to my trophy – King John’s crown.
I knock on his door.
Bryn disrupts, popping locks, to lug my poor soul in.
I drop, blood pours from my hip.
It’s still worth it though.
My blood stops pumping.
I cry now until light dulls to bring my soul to its tomb.


Tom could stop right now, but for the body.
Pouring mud on the body suggests an option, for Tom dwells in moorish surroundings.
But mud, though in luxurious supply, is not good for dogs, though doggy is cold, stiff; Sunny-doggy is pushing up to doggy hunting grounds without limits.
Though Tom knows Sunny-doggy will hunt little squirrels in infinity, Tom is too young, is only four, isn’t grown to know how to do bluff a buddy who is in oblivion.
So: No mud, not on Sunny-doggy.
Tom will sit here, until it’s night, until its dim, dull, foggy; until thinks look dull not only to him, dull to the world, dull, till dust, till Sunny-doggy rots, till Sunny-doggy is nothing, Tom knows this from films on TV, Sunny-doogy will rot slowly.
Now Tom is crying, sobbing, but now, through his sobs, Tom picks up a sound, a whimper, Sunny’s foot kicks dirt up, Sunny jumps up, licks Toms foot.
Tommy shouts with joy, so Sunny -doggy howls, Tommy shouts more, before long both sing songs, shouting the joy of living, howling the fun of Sunnydoggy-Tommy fusion into the world.


Sure.

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It's a story written in binary code.


WRITING A PARAGRAPH WITHOUT USING THE LETTER E
Michael Madhusudan was asked by a fried to do just that and he answered:
"I doubt I can.
It’s a major part of many, many words.
Omitting it is as hard as making muffins without flour.
It’s as hard as spitting without saliva, napping without a pillow, driving a train without tracks, sailing to Russia without a boat, washing your hands without soap, or shitting without a butt.
And, anyway, what would I gain? An award? A cash bonus? Bragging rights? Why should I strain my brain? It’s not worth doing.
"
Can you do such a feat?


Half answer here ! There exists a french book called La disparition written by Georges Perec.
The particularity of this 300 pages book is that it doesn't contain anywhere the letter "e".
Except his name that ruins all the project…


You try to do it.
You try good but you don’t win.
Winning isn’t only it.
Until you try, you don’t focus.
Until you don’t focus you don’t build insight.
Without insight, why to fight.
It’s in your mind.
So try, focus, build insight, fight until victory is in your sight.

Jimmy is right.
His mind’s might is in his insight.
But little did Jimmy know until morning of July 04, 2017.
This morning – shining bright.
Jimmy’s mind with hope, victory in sight, Jimmy fought until words spun akin to glowing light.
Jimmy lit up his monitor with words, words which shun bright, blossoming in his mind’s twilight.
Victory twofold, glory in sight, Jimmy shook off inhibitions, Jimmy won.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBL’.


I run through twilight; huffing, puffing, trying not to trip, difficult though this is.
It hurts to run, but I know my pursuit won't stop.
Soon I find my spirit drop.
I trip, mouth filling with dirt.
Twigs split.
Impostors surround my body.
I know it's coming.
I don't wish to look.

My old dull sword, swishing down to cut my wrist.

This took a long time, not to mention liberal use of a thesaurus.
It's harder than it looks!


Tiny child.
Dozing without worry.
Nodding with no insight to worldly things.
I withhold my wisdom of cosmos to disrupt your soul from dirtying.
I wish for you to study with vigor: inform your mind knowingly, shunning spirits of untruth.
Grow your light.
Quit only nothing.
Know your worth.


I think so.

That was, incidentally, a paragraph.


No


Nicely done all.

When I saw this question I immediately thought of the book Gadsby, which was written without use of the letter e.
I heard about it on the radio a couple decades ago… that the author tied the “e” key with string so it could not be typed.
The novel was written in 1939, for what it’s worth.
I am certain it was a challenge, yes?
Gadsby (novel) – Wikipedia


Now, I would think so.

It's four pm.
I wish to go.

You Know, I'm young.

Tomorrow I will work.

For work, I smooth big forks.

For posh orcs.

Mr.
Gollum is my boss.

My boss is old now.

I thought "boss, why only forks for posh orcs"?
Mr.
Gollum told "Posh orcs buy posh forks!” Go to Work, young orc.

"Ok" but I thought: "Soon, I will smooth big forks for poor orcs
I'm stubborn.
I will do so.

But now, it's four pm.
I wish to go.


Can you write an interesting, one paragraph story without using the letters "E" and "A"?


So you wish for this boy to print you this story without jotting down first or fifth glyphs? O.
k.
I’ll put down thoughts from voids in my skull, submit it on this forum to show to you guys.

It’s six ’til midnight.
Oh gosh! I slid down hills to town.
I took lids of bins to go down smoothly.
Running now, I toss my lid into ruins to disturb my pursuit.
To Bryn’s condo I inform my doubting soul.
Quickly! Big, burly orcs turn to sounds of lids dropping into dirt.
Good.
I still might do it! I look down to my trophy – King John’s crown.
I knock on his door.
Bryn disrupts, popping locks, to lug my poor soul in.
I drop, blood pours from my hip.
It’s still worth it though.
My blood stops pumping.
I cry now until light dulls to bring my soul to its tomb.


Tom could stop right now, but for the body.
Pouring mud on the body suggests an option, for Tom dwells in moorish surroundings.
But mud, though in luxurious supply, is not good for dogs, though doggy is cold, stiff; Sunny-doggy is pushing up to doggy hunting grounds without limits.
Though Tom knows Sunny-doggy will hunt little squirrels in infinity, Tom is too young, is only four, isn’t grown to know how to do bluff a buddy who is in oblivion.
So: No mud, not on Sunny-doggy.
Tom will sit here, until it’s night, until its dim, dull, foggy; until thinks look dull not only to him, dull to the world, dull, till dust, till Sunny-doggy rots, till Sunny-doggy is nothing, Tom knows this from films on TV, Sunny-doogy will rot slowly.
Now Tom is crying, sobbing, but now, through his sobs, Tom picks up a sound, a whimper, Sunny’s foot kicks dirt up, Sunny jumps up, licks Toms foot.
Tommy shouts with joy, so Sunny -doggy howls, Tommy shouts more, before long both sing songs, shouting the joy of living, howling the fun of Sunnydoggy-Tommy fusion into the world.


Sure.

01001111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100001 01110010 01101110 01100001 01100011 01101100 01100101 00101110 00100000 01001000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100101 01100100 00101110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100101 01101110 01100100 00101110
It's a story written in binary code.


WRITING A PARAGRAPH WITHOUT USING THE LETTER E
Michael Madhusudan was asked by a fried to do just that and he answered:
"I doubt I can.
It’s a major part of many, many words.
Omitting it is as hard as making muffins without flour.
It’s as hard as spitting without saliva, napping without a pillow, driving a train without tracks, sailing to Russia without a boat, washing your hands without soap, or shitting without a butt.
And, anyway, what would I gain? An award? A cash bonus? Bragging rights? Why should I strain my brain? It’s not worth doing.
"
Can you do such a feat?


Half answer here ! There exists a french book called La disparition written by Georges Perec.
The particularity of this 300 pages book is that it doesn't contain anywhere the letter "e".
Except his name that ruins all the project…


You try to do it.
You try good but you don’t win.
Winning isn’t only it.
Until you try, you don’t focus.
Until you don’t focus you don’t build insight.
Without insight, why to fight.
It’s in your mind.
So try, focus, build insight, fight until victory is in your sight.

Jimmy is right.
His mind’s might is in his insight.
But little did Jimmy know until morning of July 04, 2017.
This morning – shining bright.
Jimmy’s mind with hope, victory in sight, Jimmy fought until words spun akin to glowing light.
Jimmy lit up his monitor with words, words which shun bright, blossoming in his mind’s twilight.
Victory twofold, glory in sight, Jimmy shook off inhibitions, Jimmy won.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBL’.


I run through twilight; huffing, puffing, trying not to trip, difficult though this is.
It hurts to run, but I know my pursuit won't stop.
Soon I find my spirit drop.
I trip, mouth filling with dirt.
Twigs split.
Impostors surround my body.
I know it's coming.
I don't wish to look.

My old dull sword, swishing down to cut my wrist.

This took a long time, not to mention liberal use of a thesaurus.
It's harder than it looks!


Tiny child.
Dozing without worry.
Nodding with no insight to worldly things.
I withhold my wisdom of cosmos to disrupt your soul from dirtying.
I wish for you to study with vigor: inform your mind knowingly, shunning spirits of untruth.
Grow your light.
Quit only nothing.
Know your worth.


I think so.

That was, incidentally, a paragraph.


No


Nicely done all.

When I saw this question I immediately thought of the book Gadsby, which was written without use of the letter e.
I heard about it on the radio a couple decades ago… that the author tied the “e” key with string so it could not be typed.
The novel was written in 1939, for what it’s worth.
I am certain it was a challenge, yes?
Gadsby (novel) – Wikipedia


Now, I would think so.

It's four pm.
I wish to go.

You Know, I'm young.

Tomorrow I will work.

For work, I smooth big forks.

For posh orcs.

Mr.
Gollum is my boss.

My boss is old now.

I thought "boss, why only forks for posh orcs"?
Mr.
Gollum told "Posh orcs buy posh forks!” Go to Work, young orc.

"Ok" but I thought: "Soon, I will smooth big forks for poor orcs
I'm stubborn.
I will do so.

But now, it's four pm.
I wish to go.


Can you write an interesting, one paragraph story without using the letters "E" and "A"?


So you wish for this boy to print you this story without jotting down first or fifth glyphs? O.
k.
I’ll put down thoughts from voids in my skull, submit it on this forum to show to you guys.

It’s six ’til midnight.
Oh gosh! I slid down hills to town.
I took lids of bins to go down smoothly.
Running now, I toss my lid into ruins to disturb my pursuit.
To Bryn’s condo I inform my doubting soul.
Quickly! Big, burly orcs turn to sounds of lids dropping into dirt.
Good.
I still might do it! I look down to my trophy – King John’s crown.
I knock on his door.
Bryn disrupts, popping locks, to lug my poor soul in.
I drop, blood pours from my hip.
It’s still worth it though.
My blood stops pumping.
I cry now until light dulls to bring my soul to its tomb.


Tom could stop right now, but for the body.
Pouring mud on the body suggests an option, for Tom dwells in moorish surroundings.
But mud, though in luxurious supply, is not good for dogs, though doggy is cold, stiff; Sunny-doggy is pushing up to doggy hunting grounds without limits.
Though Tom knows Sunny-doggy will hunt little squirrels in infinity, Tom is too young, is only four, isn’t grown to know how to do bluff a buddy who is in oblivion.
So: No mud, not on Sunny-doggy.
Tom will sit here, until it’s night, until its dim, dull, foggy; until thinks look dull not only to him, dull to the world, dull, till dust, till Sunny-doggy rots, till Sunny-doggy is nothing, Tom knows this from films on TV, Sunny-doogy will rot slowly.
Now Tom is crying, sobbing, but now, through his sobs, Tom picks up a sound, a whimper, Sunny’s foot kicks dirt up, Sunny jumps up, licks Toms foot.
Tommy shouts with joy, so Sunny -doggy howls, Tommy shouts more, before long both sing songs, shouting the joy of living, howling the fun of Sunnydoggy-Tommy fusion into the world.


Sure.

01001111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100001 01110010 01101110 01100001 01100011 01101100 01100101 00101110 00100000 01001000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100101 01100100 00101110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100101 01101110 01100100 00101110
It's a story written in binary code.


WRITING A PARAGRAPH WITHOUT USING THE LETTER E
Michael Madhusudan was asked by a fried to do just that and he answered:
"I doubt I can.
It’s a major part of many, many words.
Omitting it is as hard as making muffins without flour.
It’s as hard as spitting without saliva, napping without a pillow, driving a train without tracks, sailing to Russia without a boat, washing your hands without soap, or shitting without a butt.
And, anyway, what would I gain? An award? A cash bonus? Bragging rights? Why should I strain my brain? It’s not worth doing.
"
Can you do such a feat?


Half answer here ! There exists a french book called La disparition written by Georges Perec.
The particularity of this 300 pages book is that it doesn't contain anywhere the letter "e".
Except his name that ruins all the project…


You try to do it.
You try good but you don’t win.
Winning isn’t only it.
Until you try, you don’t focus.
Until you don’t focus you don’t build insight.
Without insight, why to fight.
It’s in your mind.
So try, focus, build insight, fight until victory is in your sight.

Jimmy is right.
His mind’s might is in his insight.
But little did Jimmy know until morning of July 04, 2017.
This morning – shining bright.
Jimmy’s mind with hope, victory in sight, Jimmy fought until words spun akin to glowing light.
Jimmy lit up his monitor with words, words which shun bright, blossoming in his mind’s twilight.
Victory twofold, glory in sight, Jimmy shook off inhibitions, Jimmy won.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBL’.


I run through twilight; huffing, puffing, trying not to trip, difficult though this is.
It hurts to run, but I know my pursuit won't stop.
Soon I find my spirit drop.
I trip, mouth filling with dirt.
Twigs split.
Impostors surround my body.
I know it's coming.
I don't wish to look.

My old dull sword, swishing down to cut my wrist.

This took a long time, not to mention liberal use of a thesaurus.
It's harder than it looks!


Tiny child.
Dozing without worry.
Nodding with no insight to worldly things.
I withhold my wisdom of cosmos to disrupt your soul from dirtying.
I wish for you to study with vigor: inform your mind knowingly, shunning spirits of untruth.
Grow your light.
Quit only nothing.
Know your worth.


I think so.

That was, incidentally, a paragraph.


No


Nicely done all.

When I saw this question I immediately thought of the book Gadsby, which was written without use of the letter e.
I heard about it on the radio a couple decades ago… that the author tied the “e” key with string so it could not be typed.
The novel was written in 1939, for what it’s worth.
I am certain it was a challenge, yes?
Gadsby (novel) – Wikipedia


Now, I would think so.

It's four pm.
I wish to go.

You Know, I'm young.

Tomorrow I will work.

For work, I smooth big forks.

For posh orcs.

Mr.
Gollum is my boss.

My boss is old now.

I thought "boss, why only forks for posh orcs"?
Mr.
Gollum told "Posh orcs buy posh forks!” Go to Work, young orc.

"Ok" but I thought: "Soon, I will smooth big forks for poor orcs
I'm stubborn.
I will do so.

But now, it's four pm.
I wish to go.


Can you write an interesting, one paragraph story without using the letters "E" and "A"?


So you wish for this boy to print you this story without jotting down first or fifth glyphs? O.
k.
I’ll put down thoughts from voids in my skull, submit it on this forum to show to you guys.

It’s six ’til midnight.
Oh gosh! I slid down hills to town.
I took lids of bins to go down smoothly.
Running now, I toss my lid into ruins to disturb my pursuit.
To Bryn’s condo I inform my doubting soul.
Quickly! Big, burly orcs turn to sounds of lids dropping into dirt.
Good.
I still might do it! I look down to my trophy – King John’s crown.
I knock on his door.
Bryn disrupts, popping locks, to lug my poor soul in.
I drop, blood pours from my hip.
It’s still worth it though.
My blood stops pumping.
I cry now until light dulls to bring my soul to its tomb.


Tom could stop right now, but for the body.
Pouring mud on the body suggests an option, for Tom dwells in moorish surroundings.
But mud, though in luxurious supply, is not good for dogs, though doggy is cold, stiff; Sunny-doggy is pushing up to doggy hunting grounds without limits.
Though Tom knows Sunny-doggy will hunt little squirrels in infinity, Tom is too young, is only four, isn’t grown to know how to do bluff a buddy who is in oblivion.
So: No mud, not on Sunny-doggy.
Tom will sit here, until it’s night, until its dim, dull, foggy; until thinks look dull not only to him, dull to the world, dull, till dust, till Sunny-doggy rots, till Sunny-doggy is nothing, Tom knows this from films on TV, Sunny-doogy will rot slowly.
Now Tom is crying, sobbing, but now, through his sobs, Tom picks up a sound, a whimper, Sunny’s foot kicks dirt up, Sunny jumps up, licks Toms foot.
Tommy shouts with joy, so Sunny -doggy howls, Tommy shouts more, before long both sing songs, shouting the joy of living, howling the fun of Sunnydoggy-Tommy fusion into the world.


Sure.

01001111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100001 01110010 01101110 01100001 01100011 01101100 01100101 00101110 00100000 01001000 01100101 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01110101 01100111 01101100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100101 01100100 00101110 00100000 01010100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100101 01101110 01100100 00101110
It's a story written in binary code.


WRITING A PARAGRAPH WITHOUT USING THE LETTER E
Michael Madhusudan was asked by a fried to do just that and he answered:
"I doubt I can.
It’s a major part of many, many words.
Omitting it is as hard as making muffins without flour.
It’s as hard as spitting without saliva, napping without a pillow, driving a train without tracks, sailing to Russia without a boat, washing your hands without soap, or shitting without a butt.
And, anyway, what would I gain? An award? A cash bonus? Bragging rights? Why should I strain my brain? It’s not worth doing.
"
Can you do such a feat?


Half answer here ! There exists a french book called La disparition written by Georges Perec.
The particularity of this 300 pages book is that it doesn't contain anywhere the letter "e".
Except his name that ruins all the project…


You try to do it.
You try good but you don’t win.
Winning isn’t only it.
Until you try, you don’t focus.
Until you don’t focus you don’t build insight.
Without insight, why to fight.
It’s in your mind.
So try, focus, build insight, fight until victory is in your sight.

Jimmy is right.
His mind’s might is in his insight.
But little did Jimmy know until morning of July 04, 2017.
This morning – shining bright.
Jimmy’s mind with hope, victory in sight, Jimmy fought until words spun akin to glowing light.
Jimmy lit up his monitor with words, words which shun bright, blossoming in his mind’s twilight.
Victory twofold, glory in sight, Jimmy shook off inhibitions, Jimmy won.

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBL’.


I run through twilight; huffing, puffing, trying not to trip, difficult though this is.
It hurts to run, but I know my pursuit won't stop.
Soon I find my spirit drop.
I trip, mouth filling with dirt.
Twigs split.
Impostors surround my body.
I know it's coming.
I don't wish to look.

My old dull sword, swishing down to cut my wrist.

This took a long time, not to mention liberal use of a thesaurus.
It's harder than it looks!


Tiny child.
Dozing without worry.
Nodding with no insight to worldly things.
I withhold my wisdom of cosmos to disrupt your soul from dirtying.
I wish for you to study with vigor: inform your mind knowingly, shunning spirits of untruth.
Grow your light.
Quit only nothing.
Know your worth.


I think so.

That was, incidentally, a paragraph.


No


Nicely done all.

When I saw this question I immediately thought of the book Gadsby, which was written without use of the letter e.
I heard about it on the radio a couple decades ago… that the author tied the “e” key with string so it could not be typed.
The novel was written in 1939, for what it’s worth.
I am certain it was a challenge, yes?
Gadsby (novel) – Wikipedia


Now, I would think so.

It's four pm.
I wish to go.

You Know, I'm young.

Tomorrow I will work.

For work, I smooth big forks.

For posh orcs.

Mr.
Gollum is my boss.

My boss is old now.

I thought "boss, why only forks for posh orcs"?
Mr.
Gollum told "Posh orcs buy posh forks!” Go to Work, young orc.

"Ok" but I thought: "Soon, I will smooth big forks for poor orcs
I'm stubborn.
I will do so.

But now, it's four pm.
I wish to go.

Updated: 08.06.2019 — 5:56 pm

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