doug_w@mail.geocities.com wrote:

Here's a real chalange for everyone. Write a fic of no less than 10k, any
series, that does not contain the letter 'e'. It can be done, a man wrote
an entire novel once without the letter.

This will take real work.

Why?  

Oh, I suppose at least it would have more variety than these countless
versions of She's dead/she's a robot/she's just anal retentive, which are
starting to bug me, but it seems to me that a good challenge would involve
doing something that stretches or breaks one's customary boundaries, 
opening up new creative territory.  

Take the one-syllable challenge.  Most of them were lame, but a couple
of them managed to get some real power out of using nothing but simple
words.  I wrote a fic of a kind I never would have otherwise considered...

One

How long has it been this time?  What has gone wrong?
Why can't I change back?  I pad on all fours to the room food
comes from.  Could use some food.  She's there, the tall one who
cooks.  I don't know her name now.  She pets me.  That's nice but
not what I want.  I try to tell her but can't say the words so
I just make noise.  She gives me the hard stuff.  Food's food
I guess.  I eat and she takes the bowl away.  Who am I?  Oh
well...time for a nap.

The one I like most comes home and I hear her voice.  I stretch,
get up and go to say "hi".  I rub my side on her and purr.  Why
won't she pet me?  I have to work so hard to make her be nice to
me.  She seems sad.  I don't know why.  I have to cheer her up,
so I jump up and lick her.  I like the salt taste on her face.
I wish I could help her but I don't know what's wrong.  She pets
me some, then makes me get off her and goes up the stairs.

I go peel some posts in back.  I can cut wood so thin you can see
through it.  It's not the most fun, but it kills time.  Then I
smell good food and go in to play the food game.  They eat and
you stare at them until they sweat and give you food to get you
to stop.  That's a good game but they don't give you much food so
when they are done it's time to go out.

I jump from roof to roof and reach the girl with the wide end stick.  
She likes me and gives me more food I like more than the hard stuff.
She cries too.  I don't like it when they do that.  It tastes
good but it feels bad.  I don't know why.  It makes my head hurt,
so I leave.

So I go play with the round box things.  I can roll them, hide in
them, and they make a big clang when I bounce them.  That's fun.
It's more fun when the man shouts and throws things at me.
I play 'til he gets bored, then I go to where they were.  A long
time ago the old one touched me and I didn't like that.  But then
the young one with the big tits made me feel good.  _Real_ good.
That was fun.  But they aren't there now.  I wish they'd come
back so she'd do that again.

I come back when they all sleep, jump up and go in.  She's the
one I like best.  If I can get her to make me feel good that
would be the best.  But how do I ask?  I get up on her bed, make
it soft and curl up by her.  That feels nice.  I'll go to sleep
here.  I'll wake her up later and lick her a lot.  She'll like
that and she'll make me feel good.  That would be nice.