In the Garden - (a oneshot)

I am presenting this story here for two reasons. One; I doubt very much that it will ever pass moderation being under one thousand words. Two; because it is written completely without punctuation of any sort.

You did not read that wrong. I wrote a story with zero punctuation, capitalization and sentence structure.

Why?

Because I like challenging myself. I wanted to know if it could be done.

Here is the result:

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in the garden

a cool morning with dew and heavenly scented aromas
as small wisps of color ebbed into the overhead sky
like brilliant flowers petaling their radiance

birds sang
streams chortled
and bugs buzzed

it was a perfect morning

delicately the grasses fell gently to her footfalls
as she trod evenly and with purpose

the little cottages all one two three in a row
their little chimneys billowing smoke
while fires within kept them warm

who are you
asked one of the small forms
as she approached the woman

whom do you think

youare certainly not a pony
she mused

no
i am not a pony
i am the maker

oh i see
youare the maker

the little pony frowned perplexed and puzzled
then with an excitement that made the woman smile
she bounded up and down
what did you make

the woman stooped down to meet the pony
saying
what sort of things do you enjoy

let me see
i like candy and balloons and cookies and pies
and all sorts of yummy delicious goodies

the rumble of laughter rolled across the morning air
as the woman held her sides with amusement
i see
said she
as she righted herself

i have made all of those things

really
you made all the stuff i like
then a thought
what about all the neato things i like to look at
did you make those too

i certainly did

the pony pondered more
her straight hair swaying in the morning breeze
her tail swishing back and forth
then as an idea struck her
did you make me too

yes i did
i made all the ponies here

why am i pink
she asked

i enjoy the color pink
do you not like it

i like it fine
but if i could change just one itsy tiny thing

the woman placed her hands on her hips
and tapped her foot into the grass
considering the idea
you may make a request

can we do something about this hair

you do not like your hair

itsnot that i do or that i do not
said the pink pony
rubbing her hooves together
you see
there are so many ponies that have hair like this
i just want mine to be different

different in what way

big and poofy and big
she smiled
and rubbed her hooves
then bounced

i can see no harm in it
said the woman waiving her hand

instantly the pink pony had a head of big poofy hair
it jiggled and wiggled

ooooh this is perfect
she said bouncing and bouncing
then stopping and looking
there is just one more small teeny thing

you want more

well
said the pony rushing away and fetching another
see this pony here
her coat is pink like mine
everypony here is the same color
like somebody threw up a whole big gob of cotton candy

moving to stand next to the woman
the pink pony placed her hoof on her leg

i know you like the color pink
but jesus christ lady

the woman let out a sigh
she looked around at the ponies
they were slowly coming to see the spectacle
what is your wish then

make them another color
please

a world of pink ponies was one thing
but a world of multiple colored ponies was brilliant
it was amazing that she had never thought of it

my little pony
for you i shall grant your wish
she waved her hand
and the ponies became vivid like a rainbow
each a different color than the one before it

ooooh thank you
thank you
thank you
then stopping
the pony realized
what do you call yourself anyway

my name is lauren

for that matter
what am i supposed to be called

what would you like to be called

the pink pony stood silent
she considered the offer
i can make one more wish

yes you may

in that case
you can call me whatever you want to call me

fin