A story in 100 one-syllable words
This is a story in 100 one-syllable words written without repeating a single word. It was prompted by a challenge from Marilyn vos Savant in one of her Parade magazine columns. The string of ordinal numbers feels like a bit of a cheat, but hey, this is hard. Not previously published. Written 13 July 2007. See also Another story in 100 one-syllable words and Spam: Yet another story in 100 one-syllable words. +
Last night grew warm as could be when my dog ate some of Dan’s pie. It looked safe for him to eat this, at least from the joy on his face. There was more left, so he had a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, eighth, ninth, and tenth piece too! That did not seem good, though, since poor Spot got sick. Next thing I knew, pet cops knocked. “I’ve done no bad deed, sirs!” Yet they took me. “Vile man,” said Bob, dressed in blue. “But what should we do now? Dine out?” “If you act right, law men don’t care!”
In case you’re interested, here are all the words, arranged in alphabetical order:
a
act
and
as
at
ate
bad
be
blue
Bob
But
care
cops
could
Dan’s
deed
did
Dine
do
dog
don’t
done
dressed
eat
eighth
face
fifth
for
fourth
from
good
got
grew
had
he
him
his
I
I’ve
If
in
It
knew
knocked
Last
law
least
left
look
looked
man
me
men
more
my
Next
night
ninth
no
not
now
of
on
out
pet
pie
piece
poor
right
safe
said
seem
should
sick
since
sirs
sixth
so
some
Spot
tenth
That
the
There
they
thing
third
this
though
to
too
took
Vile
warm
was
we
what
when
Yet
you