A short story, it shall b', about a man, of strong will, who found a way to go on, without a sound, a word, or a sigh, of sorrow or pain.
John, our man, had a dark hour, a day of anguish, that shook him to his soul. A loss, a hurt, a blow, struck him hard, and left him numb. He sat, in his chair, a shadow of his former self.
His world, once bright, now dark, without a ray of sun, a star, or a moon. Hope, joy, and light, all vanished, as if a storm had swept through, leaving naught but ruin.
Days turn to nights, and nights to days, and still, John sits, a statue, of sorrow and despair.
But, in th' darkness, a spark, a tiny flicker, of a thought. A voice, faint and low, calls to him. "Rise," it says, "and go on, for life is a gift, not a trial, to be abandon'd."
John, slow at first, but with a newfound strength, stands, and walks out, into th' world. His path is long, and hard, but with each step, th' pain subsid's, and th' dark cloud lift's.
He finds solace in th' sun's warm rays, th' birds' joyous song, and th' cool, soft air. He walks, not for a goal, but for th' journey, for life itself.
And as John walks, his spirit, once broken, now mends, and he finds, not joy, but a calm, a stillness, a peace.
He has no "e," no "e" in his heart, no "e" in his soul, and yet, he finds, a way to go on, to live, to b', and to find his own way.
This is a story of a man, without "e," and yet, with all th' strength of a lion, a wolf, a hawk, and a dragon, all in on'. He shows us, that even in darkness, a spark can ignit', a path can b' found, and a new life, can b' born.
This, I hop', is a good example, of how to writ', without "e," and still, convey a thought, a story, a feeling. It's tough, but not impossibl'. Go on, and try it yourself! You might just surpris' yourself.