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Six Sentence Story: Axe

I wasn't sure I could come up with a Six Sentence Story to this week's prompt ("Axe"), and then it came to me:


The blade's shiny surface had not always been so pristine--to the contrary, it had seen both the bright crimson of fresh blood, as well as the darker burgundy of dried blood.  Many men had been felled by its swing.  The owner of the axe had been blood-thirsty, but that thirst had left him once he learned a more peaceful way.  Still, the man worried that the proximity of the tool might pull him back to his hard-hearted ways.  In an act of faith, he decided upon a desperate measure:  he dug a deep hole in the ground, and buried his weapon of war.  Never again would he kill another man. 

(As I have mentioned before, I struggle with fiction.  The inspiration for this Six Sentence Story is found here.)


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  1. Wow! Well done! Really got a lot in a small space!!! Usually have to have at least one run on sentence!!! Lol!!! Goid story!

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  2. Wow! Well done! Really got a lot in a small space!!! Usually have to have at least one run on sentence!!! Lol!!! Goid story!

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  3. Wow, really great story, Kristi. It speaks of violent days past as well as peace. I love the description of the axe.

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  4. Excellent transition in a very good story!

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  5. …well done, there was (for me) an image of prairie life, for some reason, though I was getting a slightly Medieval overtone as well! (and that from your Six Sentences! nice!)

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    1. Well, the Book of Mormon event it was based off of occurred somewhere in the Americas between 90-77 B.C., so that's not too far off base, right?

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  6. Regardless of our past being able to change for the better clearly is the important course to take for everyone's sake

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  7. Kristi, this IS good fiction! As we go through life we do change and hopefully abandon things that were destructive. Burying the axe was so symbolic, and I know he was glad that he didn't have to look at that reminder of his dark past anymore!

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    1. Well, perhaps I can do fiction that is based off of fact. :-) And you are right, it is important to abandon destructive things of the past.

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  8. You think you struggle but that was a great story!

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    1. Thank you. I think I struggle for original ideas--based off of events, I can handle, I guess. :-)

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  9. Wow, Kristi, this is amazing! Really well done on this one - axes was a tough prompt, too!

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