August 26, 2019
(This sentence is actually 107 words. Just goes to show that it can be done…and then some. Hope you enjoy!)
The little orange and white moth flew around all night, enjoying night pleasures – the darkness, the crickets chirping, the night friends he would chat with about nothing at all but all the same was very important gossip about any thing and every thing, and the sweet dew that would rise up from the ground, until the sun started to rise signaling that it was time to find a place to sleep and he found a nice comfy resting spot on a soft pillow on a deck that belonged to a nice lady that liked to take pictures, but he didn’t mind because the lady was pretty too.
STORY/SENTENCE by HCMorris