One Sentence Story

How much can Maryann ramble? 

One of my interests on stumbleupon is writing and literature, so the other day when I stumbled upon "exercises for fiction writers" (even though all my fiction writing is vague and poetic; most of what I write is nonfiction), I saw that the first prompt on the page was

"Write the first 250 words of a short story, but write them in ONE SENTENCE. Make sure that the sentence is grammatically correct and punctuated correctly. This exercise is intended to increase your powers in sentence writing."

My story is 301 words. It is, like all the rest of my fiction writing, vague and poetic, and not really a story, but I was surprised at how challenging it was to keep it all in one sentence. Admittedly, it is rather choppy at times, but those were the parts where I wished I could have simply put a period.

Here goes:

One bright and sunny day, I went for a walk in the park, by myself, and found it to be quite enjoyable, almost to the point of being giddy, especially at seeing all the flowers and insects and creatures that wandered around, and with each step I took, I felt more alive, until finally weariness caught up with me and I sat down on a bench to catch my breath, at which point I saw an absolutely adorable infant rabbit, which I believe is technically called a kitten or kit, and my heart skipped a beat as it stared at me with its huge, round brown eyes and I tried not to move a muscle so as not to scare it, but suddenly the children that were yelling and laughing in the distance frightened it and it bounded away as I silently said to goodbye to my little friend and leaned back on the bench for a bit longer, until I was ready to head back home, so I stood up and as I walked off the path and down the hill into the little woods by the creek that led to the neighborhood where I lived, I saw butterfly gathering pollen among the flowering weeds, and I paused to admire it as it fluttered around, and once again held quite still, and to my delight, this small and beautiful creature was much less timid than the rabbit, and it flew up to me and after fluttering around a moment, it landed on my arm as if to either investigate who I was or simply to take a breath of its own, and I smiled at it, but the moment soon passed and the two of us parted ways; me to my home, and it to it’s, wherever that may be.

I found the prompt for this at http://www2.hn.psu.edu/faculty/jmanis/assign/e50xs2.htm.

God bless