There we stood the sun at my back. In a monument one of us would die. He stood there all dress in black, his hand poised. He was a professional, no one knows just how many time he stood there to test who would die. How many men rest at his feet? Could I best him in a fare fight? I have the edge the sun is at my back. Why me, races throw my mind, like a stampede, what did I do to wrong him? The crowd watches to see who will make the first move. While some make bets other quiver with fear as the second tick by. I can hear my own heart beat; the hairs on my hand stand silent fearing to move. His face is bare of emotion. I step to the side and he step to block my path. The words poised, but I fear to speak, will these be my last? You have mock me long enough make your play! The words rang the empty street. Just then the screen door squeaked and mom said “it time for bed you and your shadow can play somemore tomorrow”.
loL thank you for your time and god bless
loL thank you for your time and god bless
7 comments:
Awww loved it! Thanks for sharing Roy.
That was great, what a fun story. Ending was perfect.
i was tying to write a poem and this happen. thank you all and god bless
That was so so cute - LOL
Cute, Roy! Love the pic, too!!
Adorable ending! Keep this up Roy, it's fun, lively, and makes your readers smile:)
Really fun and cute little story :))
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