ABC short story

Here's a fun writing exercise. Write a story where the first letter of each sentence must start with the next letter of the alphabet. Even harder, write one where each WORD must start with the next letter. Oh, what to do with those silly Qs, Xs and Zs. Hmmmm...

Anabelle believes cats don't eat furry giraffes. Here I just keep licking mice, no, oranges! Possibly questionable results seen through universally vigilant writers. Xenon. Yes. Zero.

Okay, I'll admit I just wrote that in about a minute. Obviously! I think this is a good sign I need to get one of those Word-A-Day calendars, or just start looking up more X, Y, and Z words!

I like these exercises because they're silly, fun, and can sometimes break writer's block. Don't take a lot of time working on making them perfect. They don't even have to make complete sense. It's a  lot easier to write  a story where each sentence starts with a new letter. Again, don't over think it. Just let the words flow.

Arrogantly, Smith shook his head. Beyond his arrogant demeanor, Smith was truly scared. Can't let anyone see that though!
Detective Martin walked up to him, flipping open his notepad. Early morning light played on the police badge clipped to his belt. "First, let me clear up this timeline. George was scheduled to meet you at the bar at midnight?" He clicked his pen on the pad casually, but his eyes took in every detail of Smith's countenance.
"I said so the first time," Smith responded angrily. Just like a cop to ask the same question again with different wording. "Kevin relayed the message to me. Look, I didn't kill the guy."
"Mmm," the detective muttered in response. "Now, why exactly were you meeting as such a shady location?"
"Oh, I don't know! Please, just let me go home."
"Questions must be answered first," Detective Martin responded.
Ready to leave, Smith was growing impatient with the detective. "So we met at a bar, so what?"
"That's not just any bar. Uniformed officers saw you entering with a gun. Vinnie's Bar has a reputation with hit men."
"Well, you think I'm a hit man?" Smith asked, laughing to mask his anxiety.
"Xenon?"
"Yes."
"Zero chance you have hit man skills."

:) Wow, those darn X, Y, Z words struck again! I just threw together this little short story, as my own exercise. They flex the mind and maybe get unstuck when writer's block happens.
Happy writing!