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Retelling Kane and Abel

Take 3:

They share their birthdays. That is where the similarities end. Amidst an all-consuming hate, they build their lives in the hollow empires of money. And from the ashes of their hate, love blossoms.

Take 2:

They share their birthdays. And that is where the similarities end.
They nurture dreams of power, of empires, of money.
Hate consumes their hearts. And from the ashes of this hate, love blossoms.


Take 1:
Their paths are different. So are their worlds. Their roads meet, paths cross - only to take them further apart. Then their kids fall in love. And their lives are never same again.

Moral of the story:
Some things are better left to the experts.

P.S. - I wonder if sharing three trials in one post disqualify me from the challenge. The post looks longer but I checked on word and each one of these is a 33 word entry.
P.P.S. - I asked my dad if one could tell Kane and Abel in 33 words, he told me a long story (which calls for a separate post) which taught me you could say anything in as many words as you want to. Thanks dad, I come back so inspired from our talk that I make not one but three attempts.

Comments

  1. Is that the book by Jeffrey Archer? Because I enjoyed his other book, First Among Equals. Sounds like I need to read this one too. :)

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    1. Yes Cathy, it is a book by Jeffrey Archer. I read couple of his books. I am yet to read First among equals though. I have enjoyed Kane and Abel over and over again. I hope you like it too.

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  2. Good job - and I like the story about your dad...and of course, he's right!!

    Trifecta will let it slide cause its three(!)

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    1. Thank you Libby. I am glad Trifecta will let it slide. And dads are always right. Aren' they?

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  3. I like your moral of the story. I don't know if it breaks the rules or not, but I liked it!

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  4. I'm not sure if my first comment will show up or not, but I wanted to say I like the moral of the story and the 3 attempts, even if it breaks the rules :)

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    1. Your thoughts did show up in the mail. I published them as soon as I logged in.Thank you Janna for appreciating this hurried effort on my part.

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  5. Love your response! And in threes, too:)

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  6. Family drama can be so intense. Unfortunately, we cannot let it slide because it's not fair to the others that would like to submit more than one entry, but aren't allowed to. Your first retelling will be the only one judged this week.
    Thanks for your enthusiasm and we hope you'll join us tomorrow for the big 33rd challenge.

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    1. Thank you editors. That is totally acceptable because rules are rules. And should remain rules. I am glad to be able to share my stories and that is more than gratifying.

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  7. I like the second the best. Because of the last line. People don't realize that Kane and Abel does, kinda, sorta, have a happy ending because of the morality tale.

    awesome job

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    1. Second one was actually the most serious of my efforts. And I too love the last line. The first time read does not bring this out but over the years and many re-reads, I guess it does signify new beginnings and this is the best part of it.
      Thank you Lance, it was good to be able to share these thoughts with you.

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