Thread: Stunted vocabulary

Post as much as you like in this conitinous story but using only four letter words/names or less.

It was a cold day. Bill sat at the bus stop in wait of the 47 bus.
"Look at the time!" He said. No one did. It was late as per. oft at this time of year the onus was on ice. It did not help the fact Bill was iced over one bit. "Gits." He spat.

the bus came to a halt at the stop. Bill got on and saw the man who made the bus move. He was hellspawn. Bill sat down at the back as the bus kept on to the lair of the lord of evil.

'ding ding' the bus bell rang, an odd wee boy was for ever 'ding ding-ing' it.

(i can see right now i am not going to be very good at this one folks, sorry.)

Bill sat with no one. He was sad and did not want to talk. He read his book, then the bus came to a halt. He did not get off. Bill was not fond of the lord of evil, nor did he like the man's lair. The lord of evil was mean. The lord of evil was not fond of Bill. Bill just kept on the bus and the bus kept goin.

Bill woke up when the bus got to it's last stop. The gate to god's land was big and gold.

The dark dude of a bus man, pink eyed and gone in his head, did yell at Bill in a tone of evil urge, "Get out and off my bus, BOY!" Bill ran out the back door of the bus. He did not like the bus man, all pink eyed and gone in his head. He took off his coat and tied it to his neck. He took off each shoe and tied each to one ear. He ran to the gate of gold and rang the bell for St. Pete only to wait and wait and see no one come to let him in. He was sad for Bill. He was mad at Pete. He woke up to a bell.

whoops greet is too long...

The bell was the bell of good old st pete. "Get out of here!" he said, very loud. Bill went back to the land of men and did not want to be dead any more so he was not.

4 letters? Thou sickeneth me. A word can hardly consider itself to be proper unless it consists of 20 or more letters.

why don't you start a challenge to write a passege using only words with no fewer than twenty letters and see how far you get?

Not bein' dead, Bill was glad. For Bill was sure dead was nice. But with St. Pete and his yell it sure did turn Bill from the love of dead. Now that Bill saw that dead was just dead, he got on the bus and sat...sat in awe of the next stop. What stop will be the stop next to dead? One can only hope that it is more WOW than St Pete and his mad bell!

Ok you've got a point.

*looks smug*