This is my response to the photo prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. You can find the original here.
Word Count: 149
The Old Stones
Two weathered stones, older than memory, stood resolute in a field of bright green. No one knew why they had been put there or what their purpose was. They simply were.
One day a wealthy lord who set out to build his fortress in that field.
“Get those rocks out,” he ordered his men. “We can break them down and use them for the walls.”
Though the lord was a fearsome man, no one would obey him. As much as they were afraid of him, they feared the ancient stones more.
“Fine, then!” he said. “I’ll do it myself!”
The moment he laid a finger on the first stone, the earth quaked beneath his feet and the sky grew dark. He didn’t stop, grappling with the mighty rock.
Lightning arced down from the heavens, striking him like a spear to the heart.
No one ever touched the stones again.
Great story! That just goes to show him that some things you don’t mess with. Those rocks were one of them. 🙂 Enjoyed your story! Thank you for participating in FFfAW challenge!
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Thank you!
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Good story… and smart for people to learn from the wealthy lord’s mistake!
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Thank you!
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Ooops not very good to be the bad experience people learn from.
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They say people learn from experience, but I find it’s generally better to learn from other people’s experience. That way you’re not going to be the one hit by lightning. 😉
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🙂 hehehe!
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That was a harsh lesson but at least his people learnt from his mistake, even if he didn’t! A great story. 🙂
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Stones aren’t known for their mercy or subtlety when giving lessons. Thanks for reading!
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