Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt "Sword."
Friday Fiction is your opportunity to write a short (short, short, short) story. Many participants use more than one minute for Friday Fiction prompts, and I open up the One-Minute Writing of the Day contest to entries of various lengths.
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One-Minute Writing of the Day:Writer: Curly-TShe knew she shouldn't take it, she really did know. But with Father gone and her land being threatened, it was the only thing she knew to do. She grabbed her brother's sword off the wall, where it had hung in honor since his death, and ran, as silently as possible, out of the house.
Marauders had taken much from her before, it wouldn't happen again.
As she reached their camp, breath shallow, limbs shaking, she wondered if maybe she should've stopped for help. But there wasn't time. Sitting up as straight as possibly, the sword clutched tightly in her hand, she urged her horse into the camp.
The men stopped their carousing, surprised to see such a young girl in their midst. "And what do you want, lassie?"
She took a deep breath. "I want you to leave. We have nothing of value here for you, and we are a peaceful folk." She was glad her voice didn't shake.
A few men chuckled as the one who spoke first nodded at the sword and said "Aye, you look it."
"Leave now." It was the only thing she could think to say.
The maruaders moved in closer and her horse danced in nervousness. She pulled the reins with her free hand, determined to stand her ground. Her mother did not need to face this, not again. As a man reached for her horse, she readied herself to swing the sword into his head, but suddenly, an arrow pierced his hand.
More arrows followed. As soon as she could, she ducked low and rode the horse away from the attack. She turned at the edge of the camp to see her savior. A smile lit her face. She knew him, knew his men, his people, his family. Taking a brief moment from the fight, he nodded and pointed towards home.
She nodded back. He would see her later, she could pay her respects then.
For now, she needed to get that, thankfully, unused sword back to the wall, before anyone noticed it missing.
Congratulations on the win, Curly-T! I could picture this whole scene, and it's a thrilling story! Feel free to put a One-Minute Writer WINNER! button on your blog.