[ CW ] Write a story that consists only of monosyllabic words .

Breath in, breath out. One step at a time. The wind howled, and brought the snow with it, such that I saw not more than two arm's reach in front of me. 
 
 `` Do n't stop!'' my guide said. 
 
 `` I ca n't!'' I yelled. My legs and arms were numb. 
 
 `` Do n't!'' 
 
 She saved my life, and now we fled town. `` We must go north,'' she had said back then. `` North is safe. They wo n't find us there.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' I had asked. 
 
 `` They ca n't. The men of that town are weak. The cold would kill them.'' 
 
 Weak to her, I guess. I was born and raised in the warm south. Work took me north, but the north feared- no, loathed- the south. And now here I was. 
 
 I fell to my knees. The soft snow felt nice. I wish I could stop, just for a- 
 
 A hand pulled me back up. `` You ca n't stop yet,'' she said. 
 
 My eyes begged her to leave me. How bad could it be? What did I even do to sic the whole town on me? 
 
 `` If they find you,'' she said, `` they will stick you like a pig, make a bust of your head, and boots of your skin. And same to me.'' 
 
 I ca n't stop now, now that she got me this far, and did this much. I rose to my feet, hard as it is on these weak legs of mine. 
 
 Wish I brought a good book, for when ( or if ) we do rest. The cold sure dulls the mind. Makes it hard to think straight. 
 
 Just one step at a time...
