For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Path
Crouching in a deep hollow with a perfect view of the path, the atmosphere was tense and their nerves were on edge for soon their foe would be approaching.
Their arsenal of carefully picked weapons was close to hand and after days of practice and preparation, they were ready for anything, breathe deeply lads, breathe deeply.
The attack came suddenly, the enemy charging towards them, bombarding them with missiles.
A shower of soggy sprouts and squidgy squash was followed by a riot of rotten cabbage cannonballs.
They retaliated with a cascade of stale cupcakes and a barrage of mouldy bread rolls, but things did not go their way and twenty minutes later they emerged from the ditch defeated, hands held high.
Their punishment was to clean up the battlefield and return the spent weapons to the garbage bins behind the supermarket from whence they came.
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