Prompt: write a story without a letter a
Response:
Ferocious, lion-like monsters occupy our world. Joyful whispers of my town's heroes thrive, thus long is my trudge to being powerful. To confront pests, odd jobs I did. From dusk till dusk for fifty months, I slogged.
My town is not roomy, but both glory in fortitude comes with it. Me, Id, Us; the three of us grew our powers. From this town we sprung, prior to which our society oft got bullied.
Stepping on this long journey required gifts. Destiny's sweet kiss got felt thru divine stones. By combing cliffs, bodies of liquid, unknown hills, these stones were received. My kind desire to belong surged, which ignited my fruits of yesteryear.
By using these stones, my strong will drove through the roof. It prompted the wise mentor to point out the course of the future kingpin. To honour my ilk, my stocks will rise too. It is my long trek, to confront pests without jitters.
The mighty journey I took found me on the wrestling ring, with the fierceness thumping from blood to blood. It struck me, the bruising words of brave beginnings weren't sufficiently enticing for the young minds in Us.
My climbing to the upper edge holds instructive merit. The fight I fight hoisted the blue spirit of my kind, with new found optimism in their eyes. My hope is, in the potent future, higher heights will onset the town's sobs.
Together, we will cross the shore of the unsolved to rejoice in novelty. Unscathed through the tooth, we will proceed holding the world close. So close till it troops, for the town's history books.
Result: 1539 characters/3 letters a = letter a occurs every ~513 characters on average
Proof: https://discord.com/channels/1085240988504690738/1094216400844890132/1100860703755227158 / https://i.imgur.com/xSbXIdR.png
Prompt: Write a story without using the letter a
Response:
In our world of bright color, blossoms bloom, birds sing, brooks burble. My mind holds no gloom. It's light, bright, full of outdoor fun. But our town holds untold truth unknown to most.
High on our hill, right in our midst, stood old suit of iron, rusty but robust. Strong and solemn, it glisty in dusk's light, its hollow orbs boring into night. Such truth this iron suit brings forth, chilly, cold, uncouth. It knows no joy, no fun, it is void of worth. Still, it compels curiosity; youth find it spooky, of mighty mystery.
Boys climb up, girls hoot in fright. Both hold stout will, running into spooky night. Iron suit rings out its song, lost in wind, bold and strong. Old rumors spring forth, told by ours from long past - that suit was of bold knight, who found our town first, but didn't last. They insist his soul lurks within suit, lost in night, crying out for just light.
Mightily luring, iron suit holds our town, binds its spirit with links of old, strong, flown. It is bound by history, full of folly and mischief. Iron suit rings out again, lost on wind's gust, holding us in story's trust. In truth, our world isn't just light and fun. It is also spooky, misty, hiding from sun. Iron suit knows this, rings out truth, cold, stark. It is both history's husk and symbol, its old, storied mark.
Boys will still climb, girls will still hoot, but our old suit of iron will forever root. Amidst our joy, amidst our light, it will always stand - bold, big, a spooky sight. But in its story, its burden, its fright, there's comforting thought, subtle as night. That in our world, full of color and light, there is room for shadows, for rust, for old knight. For only in contrast, we truly see light; only in darkness, stars ignite bright. For truth of our world isn't just one, but mixture of hues, of sorrow and fun. It's symphony of stories, old and bold, both bright and cold, waiting to unfold.
Result: 1919 characters/31 letters a = letter a occurs every ~62 characters on average
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