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.