Description: A short story, written using only one syllable words.
Red and White -------------------------------------------
To play is to be young. In my youth, I would play with no heed of much else. I would run through the wood. Jump the creek and fall to laugh my cares, gone to the wind. But one day, I saw a thing to change my life.
I was near the stream when I heard a scream. My head shot up and I stared at the thick part of the woods from which it came. I got to my feet and ran, scared. But in my flight I got lost. I found my feet had brought me to where I did not want to be. The trees grew close here, but then I saw it. A white form by a tree. I crept to her. I saw that her face as well as the rest of her was all white. Her long gown of silk shone in the pale light. But it was worng, there was red with the white. A red flow on her chest and a scared look in her dead eyes. Red was on the ground, it crept on the twigs that made the floor. My heart stood still for this poor girl. I know not if she is still there, but I do know that girl was the one with the key to my soul.
Wow, this gave me goosebumps. I think it could have been better if you used more then just one syllable words, but I think it is awesome that you were able to write a whole short story only using them.
Very creative. I only wish more people would read stories, so much talent undiscovered because no one will take the time to read them. I mean, this short story of yours was about as long as most of the poems on here.
This was really good. I am going to add it to my favorites.