Take the one-syllable challenge.  Most of them were lame, but a couple
of them managed to get some real power out of using nothing but simple
words.  I wrote a fic of a kind I never would have otherwise considered...

Not bad.  A little twisted in the end, but that gave it enough push to draw a response.

I'm tempted to try now.  Her goes...

Lost Child

I let go of my mom's hand, while in the store.  Then she left down one of the isles, as I play with the toys. It was fun, till I couldn't see my mom.  So, I left to find her.  I ran down each row, but still did not see her face.  My heart raced as I looked for her.  I tried not to cry, but tears formed in my each of my eyes.  

Where could she be?  Did she leave me?  Does she hate me?  Did I make her mad?  She told me to stay by her side, but I chose to go and play.  

Now here I am on the floor, my face all wet with tears. A crowd has come to see me now.  I'm not as scared as I cry, though my mom is yet to be seen.  Those that are near me try to make me feel good, but I still want my mom to come get me.  

Then I heard the voice want.  I smile as she stepped through the crowd.  With warm hands, she lift me up and rub my face to dry off my tears. "I told you to stay close to me," she said as she pat me on the head.  "I'll be good from now on.  Just don't leave me mom," with glee I said.  The crowd now left us where she stood.  And so, she put me down.  I looked her in the eyes and said, "Now that you're her, all is well.  So... Can I go play in the toys?"   ^_^


I know it's Corny... But every word is a single-syllable.


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