Carnival Adventure

With short sentences:

Walking. Mommy behind. Around the fair. Rides all around. Ferris Wheel. Getting on. Flying up. Stuck. At the top of the world. Whirling down again. Fast. Letting more people on. Rides over. Get off. Want to get back on. Whines. “Mommy.” “Back on please.” Sugary voice. Thick with want. “No.” “Not now.” The unhappy response. Something is bothering. Watching the Ferris Wheel. Little bit longer. Stops one more time. People get off. Mom. Starts to walk off. Spies someone. Man clicks in mind. “Look.” “Daddy.” Mommy. Starts to walk. More Quickly. Pulls on arm. Tries to drag. Salty oceans. Come out. Eyes hurting. Pain is a foe. Strength weakens. Loses tug-of-war. Is dragged off. “Daddy.” Whispered. Looks one last time. Man is lost in to the crowd. Gunshot. Man falls over. Worried look. Pulls. “Mommy.” Whispered. Then one more time. Louder. Eyes spill with hate. Shakes off arm. Runs into the crowd.

With long sentences:

Walking around the fair with my mommy behind me, something was bothering her, but I had no clue as to what. There were rides surrounding me. I had never been too a fair or any kind of carnival before, I was always to little. “Ferris Wheel, lets go on, now!” I cry, this would be the best moment of my life, I had heard a lot about them but never had I gone on one before. Excited, I pulled my mothers arm to get on. Daddy had always wanted to go to carnivals with me, but Mommy said no. Now that I was old enough, I could go, but Daddy wasn’t there. Daddy couldn’t stay at our house anymore. I didn’t understand. We got on the Ferris Wheel and as soon as we got to the top, we were stuck. Then spinning down again, letting more and more people on. I wanted to get back on but Mommy wouldn’t let me, we stayed to watch the wheel go around one more time. Mommy starts to walk off, but I see someone, I see Daddy. I want to go see him. Mommy doesn’t understand, so she keeps on walking. I start to cry, salty oceans pour out of my eyes. Mommy won’t come. I lose strength and can’t go on. Mommy wins our tug-of-war match with her arm. Daddy walks in to the crowd, and I lose sight of him, but I see a bad man, and I want to warn Daddy. I am too late, I hear a gunshot. Daddy falls over and I tell Mommy again, but again, she doesn’t listen. I try to run to Daddy, but Mommy catches my shoulder, my eyes are spilling over with tears, and I shake off her arm and run into the crowd.