“Annoys the hell outta me, and gives me shooting pains in my head and spine.”

Just the sight of him was enough to ruin her day.

That stupid suit he wore; the outdated hairstyle; the quite ridiculous moustache.

She despised everything about him, and it got even worse when he opened his mouth.

“Bloody Go Compare advert,” she muttered as it came on yet again.

At the zoo

A lot of them look gormless.

Sometimes the mothers carry the babies, which is quite cute.

At their feeding time, they make a right mess! So much goes on the floor!

In the evening, the keeper comes, and makes them go away.

That’s when I rest; alone in my cage

Fifty Syllables

Marc did not think it would be hard to do, as short words are not too hard to think of.

He soon found it tough though.

Some words were just too long, and had no swaps.

So a brief tale in real short words did not seem on the cards.

An awfully big lack of adventure (TMA3)

Peter slumped into his seat on the tube, and sighed.

Sometimes, he still contemplated the life he had exchanged for this daily grind:

The beautiful scenery, the complete freedom, the adventures with his loyal friends.

Mother or not, London had nothing on Neverland.

Wendy had a lot to answer for.

Papped

Whilst walking by a stream, the princess noticed a small frog.

“Brilliant!” she thought. “I’ve finally found my prince!”

She picked the frog up, and kissed him.

There was a flash... but no transformation.

“What a scoop!” a man with a camera and press badge whispered, before speed-dialling Heat magazine...

Alliteration

Since settling, (s’s, somewhat surprisingly) Steve Smith’s short stories seemed somehow snappier.  

Suddenly, Steve’s sagas shocked; stunned; slightly scandalized!

Some sullenly sneered: “Steve’s strategy’s simply stupid!”

Similarly, some snidely sniped: “Simpleton!”

Several shrieked: “Steve’s story’s stupendous!”

 “Silly Steve!” scores smirked.

Satisfied, Steve smiled silently.

Straightforwardly stated: short story, solely s’s.