my short story
This is an incredibly short story that I wrote last night as I drifted off to sleep.
The man walked in his front door. He sat in his chair. He removed his shoes. He reclined his feet. He began to think that everything he did in his life seemed to be one short sentence after another, and they all ended in a period. This thought was actually the longest sentence he had encountered. Why was this? Oh my! a question mark and an exclamation point, how very exciting. How also very tiring. He got out of his chair. He walked into the kitchen. He made himself breakfast.
This is just a sample of the kind of things that may pop up here on occasion. I would like to hear your comments about it. Please fell free to tell me the truth. Have a good day everyone.
Josh
The man walked in his front door. He sat in his chair. He removed his shoes. He reclined his feet. He began to think that everything he did in his life seemed to be one short sentence after another, and they all ended in a period. This thought was actually the longest sentence he had encountered. Why was this? Oh my! a question mark and an exclamation point, how very exciting. How also very tiring. He got out of his chair. He walked into the kitchen. He made himself breakfast.
This is just a sample of the kind of things that may pop up here on occasion. I would like to hear your comments about it. Please fell free to tell me the truth. Have a good day everyone.
Josh