Tonight's will be short.
The Prompt: Write a short story from Goliath’s pov.
Goliath laughed as he jogged along with his brothers alongside the Philistine. He was too large to ride on any of the horses.
"You're right. Those Israelite dogs will not know what is coming. I can just see their puny faces once they see us. I bet I can kill a dozen with one swipe of my sword!"
"Goliath," the oldest of the giant brothers asked, "did you hear what the captain is planning for us to do once we get there? He's going to send one of us to the front of the camp and challenge the strongest Israelite to fight. Whoever wins will be the victor of the whole battle."
"Doesn't sound like much of a challenge," the third brother commented.
"We all know they'll choose you, Goliath," the youngest remarked. "You're the strongest of them all."
Goliath's pride was high and his heart full of hatred for the Israelites. "It will be all too easy to fight. I challenge anyone and anything who thinks he can dare defeat me. Why, nothing can stop me at this point!"
Goliath's laughter bellowed through the mountains and echoed out into the valley below. By a grassy patch near a crystal stream, a young shepherd lifted up his head alertly. The loud noise had interrupted his reverie. "I wonder what terrible creature made that noise. I wouldn't want to meet him."
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