Challenge 8

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**Words: Rome, Fall, Carolus,Potato, Glory, Hammer, Stone, Dwarf, Dog**

Using all words is *not* compulsory but at least 4 words should be used from the above words.

## 1st Position: Mia Pallas with 6 upvotes

*Dear Emperors Potato, Lord of Dawi and Spuds.*

*Thank you for writing a letter to me. I am here, at the pearly gates pf Heaven with your beautiful and gentle dog. I believe I will be taken care of her until you can grace us with your presence.*

*As you play civalization 6 and represent the glory of Rome and listen to songs by gloryhammer, the pride you bestow upon me is grand. Your dwarves may fall but in the end you are victorious.*

*Best wishes,*

*King Carolus Rex*

## 2nd Position: Prarthana Modi with 4 upvotes

**Fall**

Fall was here

I had to be prepared

Stories are narrated

Of how I humiliate myself

Every year in this season

Gods it's so embarrassing

That fail to tell them

But maybe I won't say

But sing it to you

So here you go

Hear the story of

How I injure myself

It was a Monday

The weather was nice

I thought I could fix

A nail in the wall

So I grabbed a hammer

And bought it down

But instead of the nail

I smashed the hammer

On my poor little thumb

Ouch! It pained too much

The blood flowed and flowed

But hey! that's not the end

After I got my thumb fixed up

I went to take my dog

On a little crazy walk

I bent down for a minute

And loosened my grip

On her leash

She ran faster than

I could catch her

I ran after her

For what seemed like hours

And when I finally found her

I fell over a stone

I hurt my knee pretty bad

I could glimpse the white

Of my bone inside

I got scared of the wound

Thought I had broke some bones

Luckily though, I didn't

But it was my dog

Who had made me go

On wild goose chase

So I blamed her for my wound

Guess what? She bit me

I had to get so many injections

Just for blaming her

So to conclude

Sing with me

Fall is the season

Of falling miserably

And getting yourself injured

It lives up to it's name

Well what can you say

Except that take care

And do not fall down in Fall

## 3rd Position: Izzy960 with 3 upvotes

The dwarf potato is prone to boils

To rid them of these unsightly dots

A sight worse than Rome’s fall

One must first dissect

A glorious breed

Of the noble wolf

“Dog”, they call it

With a fresh forged hammer

From the isles of woe

And wash the potato

Upon the beasts guts

## 4th Position: Samirah ara with 1 upvote

Carolus walked along the dusty road of the plaza, kicking up dirt and small stones with his leather sandal. Everything was covered in dust, and it hung in the air like a thick blanket, making Carolus cough. Kids ran past him, play fighting with sticks. The plaza was full of people, all doing different things; shopping, gossiping, fighting, and working. A blacksmith hammered away on an anvil, shaping a metal shield. Servants and women bought meat, potatoes, and other vegetables from stands set up in the center. A stray dog sniffed at a pile of ox dung, whimpering quietly. Two grown men argued with each other, their faces red. The smells in the plaza were strong too, filling the air with pungent aromas. Food cooking, unwashed bodies, rotting wood, and dry heat all swirled in the air together. Carolus wrinkled his nose, and brushed his hand across his hair, pushing it away from his hot forehead. His hair was wet and sticky, and clung to his hand. The sun beat down on his head and body, making sweat drip down his face and legs. He followed a small trickle of other boys his age, walking to a far shaded corner of the plaza. There, on a pile of straw and cloth, and old dwarf of a man sat. He only went up to most of the boys shoulders, which is why they all teasingly called him “homunculum”. Still, all the boys respected him, for he was known for his stories. He would tell long tales of the legions of Rome, big battles and wars, conspiracies, and treachery. He would tell of the fall of barbarian groups, and glorious battles full of blood and gore. The old man cleared his throat, and all the boys quieted down, settling themselves on bags, crates, or just on the dirt ground. Then, the old man spoke, and the story began.