Storms Pass
Kathy Heim
One Syllable Story
A night of storms and rain left a small girl scared. The silence of the old house woke her. In her night clothes and bare feet, she snuck out of her room, climbed down the stairs and stepped out the front door. The night sky was still dark and the farm still. The roads were mud filled, and the night was black as coal. All signs of storms seemed far off now and she felt a bit more brave. She stepped onto the dew-clad lawn and peered up towards the sky.
What is that she thought? She blinked, looked once more, and then aimed her eyes north with a squint. A bright blue and white light lit up the pitch black sky. It moved in a straight line towards her. As it came close, the size of the light seemed to grow. Now it looked like two flares. A bit of fear raced through her veins and cooled the back of her neck. A low pitched hum seemed to come from the strange lights. The girl snuck next to a bale of hay and held her breath. Her thoughts raced…was it from space? Was it a drone? She peered through strands of hay and breathed with a sense of joy…it was just her mom’s truck on the way home from her shift as a night nurse. The Dodge pulled up the drive and came to a halt. The girl raced towards her mom and held her tight. “I love you, Mom,” she cried.
“Why are you out here?” asked the mom, who held her girl just as tight.
“Just came out to look for you,” she smiled. “Let’s get some eggs and toast and start the day.” she grinned and squeezed her mom.
The two strolled to the house arm in arm. Storms pass.
Writing with one syllable words means writing around an expression or idea to find the right word. Your story doesn't sound "written around." You've made it sound natural, intentional. Good job!
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