Let’s put some distance between us and that
That last post really needs to get buried a bit down the page. Here’s something I found in an old journal. Just the outline of a story.
Goliath
It was the life of a monster for me. I couldn’t stop growing. I was twice as tall as the tallest man in my village, and the village had no use for me. They sent me to Ashkanon, where they enlisted me into the military. It was hard for me to march, my knees hadn’t grown properly and were weak. My size alone is what the captain wanted.
I was a living scarecrow. My giant body would fill men with fear on a battle field; only I knew how clumsy I was. The enemy wouldn’t know that my body hurt all over, my spine was weak, my joints all in pain. I even had trouble seeing, another affect of my wild growth. I didn’t want to fight, but I needed to eat. My appetite was large. I was a giant.
I was sent out to challenge the Israelites to battle. They sent a young boy. How could I fight a young boy? He wore no armor! He didn’t come very close to me and my eyesight didn’t allow me to understand what he was doing at that distance.
He was loading a sling-shot, and in an instant he had struck me dead.
