Sangeetha Kamath

This is a poetry of 16 lines and 180 words without the alphabet 'E' in any word. On an unfamiliar turf in a hot air balloon  I was sailing through a cyan sky chasing a faint moon  Oh look! Swans of ivory-gray, hoards of mallards and flocks of swallows happily migrating ! A madrigal strain from an ocarina of a wood nymph is so poignant and haunting  Honking and cackling, a farrago of cacophony Sounds of fauna in an utopian harmony… Crisp air floats down from mountains and hillocks   Fragrant whiffs from jacarandas and magnolias rising amid a patch of shamrocks A gust of wind jolts my hot air balloon a notch sky-high From land and country so far away…sigh!  Glinting with sun rays, bubbling brooks twin with a sinuous cord strung with cabochon  Rippling and gushing in woods and in plains, a braiding vista of blooms orchids and lilacs is a paragon Rocky crowns of snowy mountains loom gargantuan and tall Against an apricot awning, a dusking sun throws long...

This is a short story of 200 words without using the alphabet 'E' in any word : A wild wolf was baying again. Doomsday was not far away. Today, an angry God would throw a bolt of lightning and drown our world in a tumultuous flood.  But for our sins and brutal violations, mankind was stuck with this mishap.  A crowd of townsfolk stood around an altar, waiting for that final blow. A mass of livid clouds hung low. Brilliant zips of lightning struck rocky grounds missing us culprits by a hair.  I, a king, was at a loss for words. I could do nothing to stop bairns from bawling or my clan and stock from howling. My royalty was in vain. My crown could not bail out my kingdom. But wait! A wizard was in his profound crystal gazing. A solution was at hand, out of this augury—I had to abandon my mortal body! Cacophonous baying was now a roar, lusting for my blood, to put a stop to this fury. Drawing out my yataghan gallantly, I swung a sharp, distinct nick across my jugular! As I d...