Challenge: write a 100 word story using only 1-syllable words and showing something in a new light.
How little we knew Orwell had it so right
And Asimov In The Fun They Had before him.
Yearbook editor with dreams of teaching just like Mrs. Jones, only nicer.
Not the total monster of a Monday, yet
Never quite connecting with the Saturdays and the Sundays.
Where supernatural happenings are as predictable as the cuckoo
Where spirits come calling at all hours
With ailments as random as tombstone manners of death.
Of course. Some creep was always ringing.
The most mysterious…
An asylum and a parsonage.
The autumn camera roll photo that inspired my poem was taken last Friday night at The Sleepy Hollow Experience, a nighttime play that progresses through the woods with the audience traveling alongside the characters from point to point as the story unfolds.
The Sleepy Hollow Experience
Legend of Sleepy Hollow
Headless Horseman’s path was fallow
Brom Van Brunt
Katrina Van Tassel
Curls of Yellow
Crime to follow