Back Wood Love, A 100 Word Story
She’uns was da purtiest gal I eber saw. She din’t allus care fo me doh. Still… she went wid me fo a while, ‘cause I’s da onliest boy her age round here. Den da new preacher come. He had him a boy chile same age as me. We sho din’t hit it off. He whooped my ass good… an took her too. I ain’t no dum hick lak he thot tho. After what I foun' out, I got her back, an him an his preachin’ daddy had to leeb. Sometimes it ain’t what you hab fust, it’s what you re-hab.
Go, read, listen, VOTE.
If you have trouble following the dialect, read it out loud the way it looks. Really.
UPDATE: My story didn't end up on the podcast or the ballot for some reason. Maybe the midget couldn't read it. Anyway... go, read, listen, vote for sombody else. I feel so disenfranchised... (sigh)
Labels: 100 word stories 1-20
posted by K-nine @ 21:50
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2 Comments:
Get the dialect.
Just a bit uncomfortable with the use of "re-hab".
I can tell you've been home!
Nothing personal, an' yeah... I kin tell I beened home too.
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