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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Pen is Mightier than the Sword (04/08/10)

By mick dawson


Axella sat on the pew toward the back of her church, sobbing before her pastor. Although she refused to admit it was any excuse, she delved into her sin for solace to escape her alcoholic and abusive father. How many times had she exercised her promiscuousness to just know the warmth of a teenaged boy's touch rather than the shouting of the man she called "Dad."

'Has he ever hit you?’ The Pastor queried.


'Abused you sexually?’

'No,' moaned Axella, dropping her head into her hands, beginning to regret she confessed her sin.

'You're a brave girl to come forward.’

Ashamed was all she experienced at this point in time; compounded now someone else knew.

'You don't understand! The hurt's in what he says!’

‘I'm afraid I do.’ The Pastor's voice drifted down to her bowed head. ‘I lost a good wife once through the things I said, and I was a Christian at the time. The pen is mightier than the sword. Words do greater damage over any weapon.’

Axella's eyes furrowed at the man's misdirected wisdom.

'They have caused the break up of friendships, marriages, alliances to crumble and wars to begin, ending millions of lives. Oh yes; I do understand the harm words inflict, but Jesus can defeat any hurt we suffer.’

'But I came to you for an answer!’

'Do you really need me to tell you to stop; that it's wrong?’

The words were spoken gently without condemnation.

‘If you're serious about finding answers, then God will speak to you.’


' It's all in there.’ A finger tapped on her Bible for emphasis.

'Thank you.’ Axella murmured dejectedly, before picking herself up and trudging outside.

Nothing her Pastor mentioned seemed to be of any use to her. Not wanting to go home, knowing her father would be at the house on a Sunday, she was relieved to be in the church grounds. No sound stirred except the slightest rustling of the leaves in the wind. At the trunk of a stout tree she leant against it and decided to spend time in peaceful solitude. After ten minutes, she was bored and opened her Bible at random, beginning to read the words which were promised to give her solace.

'Behemoth comes.’ A voice whispered, yet seemed to thunder in her ears.

Still clutching the Bible, she spun to see an exceptionally handsome man, clad in armour and surcoat, similar to the knights of the crusades. On the pommel of a down turned sword as tall as herself, the ten foot giant rested his huge hands.

'Are you Michael?’ She gasped.

'I am, but heed my warning.’

His blazing blue eyes stared ahead, whilst nodding.

She twisted to take in ranks of similar clad angels, although smaller, converging on a black, gorilla-like demon peering through dark orbs. They swarmed over the beast, bravely plunging their blades into a body double the size of Michael's. In his fury, Behemoth gnashed his fangs and swung a gigantic morning star. Left and right he flailed, sending the angelic army flying. All the while, he kept his gaze fixed on Axella as he drew nearer.

'Can't you stop him?’ She pleaded to the archangel.

'Quite easily, but my Lord has ordered that I do not interfere.’

'God, please help me!’ She wailed.

The last of the Heavenly contingent was swatted aside before the great demon glared down at her, panting. Her Bible flew from her grasp, hovering aloft above the fiend, becoming a tattered parchment. A pheasant quill appeared and scratched a verse across the leaf, ending with both items flaring brightly. Behemoth began to fade as the light became more dazzling until he dissipated altogether. The whole scene disappeared in a brilliant flash, forcing Axella to close her eyes.

When she opened them, she found herself sitting against the tree with her Bible open in front of her. The same verse revealed itself on the page she had seen appear on the parchment: For I am convinced... Romans 8:38-39.

'You fought Behemoth for me, didn't You Lord?’

Tears streamed down her face at the revelation.

From somewhere far away, she thought she sensed a gentle hand on her back and words whispered in her ear.

'And I still do daughter.'

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Carol Penhorwood 04/15/10
Very creative. Loved it!
Allen Stark04/16/10
This is the kind of fiction that captures my attention. Great dialogue and action.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/16/10
This is well written and very suspenseful. Excellent job.
angelos2 wark04/17/10
I thought this piece was very well written. I could see this being used as a very effective tool for a youth class. You may want to consider lengthening the story line later. This has great potential! God Bless you and your quill.
Noel Mitaxa 04/22/10
I love your imagery as you lift the veil into this fourth dimension that too often we overlook. Very well done, and may God continue to share his victory in you and through you.