My Useless Job

Forgive me if this sounds ungrateful, but I do not see how carrying the earth's largest and heaviest shield, for a ten-foot monster, up and down a hill twice a day, for more than forty days, is the opportunity of a lifetime. But why should my opinion on it matter anyway? My opinion means nothing. I mean nothing. My life is pointless. Worthless. Useless.

~A short monologue telling the story of David and Goliath from the perspective of Goliath's shield barrer~

Quick Note: This monologue was something I wrote in an assignment for my Creative Writing class. My teacher complimented it, I enjoyed writing it, and so I figured it might be fun to post here! I've left the story untouched since I first wrote it (besides a few grammar and spelling mistakes), so what you'll be reading is the original product.

Thanks for considering reading!
SamlyWatches

~Original Story/Inspiration: 1 Samuel 17:1-58

~Cover picture was edited by me but the original image is not my own

~3rd place winner in Historical Fiction, Butterfly Awards 2019
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