This short story is made up of words with only one syllable each. Perfect prose was our example, and we tried to make it our own. I based this story off of a friend of mine who inspired the character.
He sat. The phone rang and he jumped 3 feet. His heart rate pumped, loud and strong.Strong with fear, that he'd feel once more. The day was bright, but he felt cold and so he stayed. At home he watched, drew out a plan for the day. No school for him. Speech day? No thanks. He'd wake up late, not see the sun rise. This would be his life. To skip or not to skip. But bad boys go far.
He'd grab his board and not brush his hair. Roll through the streets till his heart would beat fast. Quick and fast. His mom would call for him, scream when she meant it. Dad? Can't be found. All the way 'round the globe.
He tries. The boy he waits for arms and calves to swell. To look big, to feel strong. But then he finds love. It clouds his eyes. She changed him as he changed her. Both worlds mix till they're one. Then they go back home. Back to their own lives, but they stay close. The day ends, but his heart is whole. He will crave her, till she comes once more. This is the tale of love.
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