I’m in love with verbs. That’s where the action is. Pure gold; gotta love ‘em. So, just to be ornery, I decided to try writing a story without any. It definitely took me to new territory—not my usual stomping grounds—so I felt encouraged by this contrarian exercise and wanted to share it with you. Feel free to use all the nouns, adjectives, adverbs, etc. you want, but no verbs! Here’s mine. You’re next.
Story with No Verbs
Mussed sheets with two wide smears of blood. Mattress halfway off bed. Ripped blouse and wad of torn silk panties in a heap on the floor. Lampshade askew. The sound of running water in the next room—a shower—along with a warbled, “If You Don’t Know Me By Now.” A fat wallet on the dresser, cash-heavy. A travelling suit on a hanger. Carry-on sized suitcase. A man in an over-stuffed stuffed bedroom chair, eyes slightly open. White button-down shirt, black knee-high socks, no pants. Blood on chest around black leather hilt of knife. “…never never know me.”