At the Park.

A story of a park, without the letter 'e'.

On a boring morning, I was sitting at a park. I was sitting with Alicia, who thought this day was as boring as I thought it was. In front of us, I saw nothing but a group of kids playing or, actually, just running around. Far from this play, I saw a kid playing apart from anybody. I thought about this kid, and I told Alicia about him. Alicia and I had a discussion about him all that day, about his solitary play. I told Alicia many things I thought of why this kid might play solitarily, all this things brought us nothing but sorrow. So, Alicia and I took a stroll far away, and forgot this sorrowful story, and forgot this play, and forgot this kid.

Author's Note

Written with 127 words, without any use of the letter 'e'.

Reviews

[Alex Norman]

A genious concept, well done for creating something so simple, yet sorrowful. Good work. To improve, try addig some description of the park, making it have a dreary and boring atmosphere. Nice work!