The Arrow

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Hugh notched the shaft.  William had ordered the archers to shoot above the shield wall.   “What a daft thing to do,” he thought to himself, “It’s not how they told us to do it back in Falaise. But the Duke’s the Duke.”

As the battle raged before him, Hugh’s stomach grumbled. It wasn’t because of fear or anxiousness, but merely because breakfast on the beach that morning seemed so long ago.  It rumbled again as he strained to pull the string taut and waited for the command to “loose.”

When the order came, Hugh let the goose fletched rod fly. It arched upwards over the heads of the Saxons and their wall of shields. As it began its descent, drawn by the irresistible force of gravity, it found Harold’s unexpecting eye; England’s fate changed forever.

Padre


 

Here is a challenge from Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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Challenge

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

 

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