Tuesday Through Thursday in Hell
Short Story (Fantasy)
Excerpt: “The demon sat on a ledge, feasting on wonderful aromatic meats, fruits, and sweet desserts. Next to the plates were clear pitchers and chalices of ice cold water and wine. Condensation dripped onto the stone ledge. He looked at the fifty naked souls in the crowded pit below--his charges. A predatory smile exposed fearsome canines.The yearning people watched as he ate with Epicurean gusto, and then gulped water, slamming the chalice down. The splashing fluid never made it into the pit. Their sunken eyes and rumbling bellies wishing for even the smallest scrap, the tiniest drop. The demon pulled a piece of well-chewed gristle from his mouth and threw it into the mass. He laughed as savage fighting ensued.Within a minute it was over. The crowd silently watched. Waited. Panted. Hoped.“You know,” said the demon in a pleasant tone while smacking his lips, then picking his teeth with a long fingernail. “I use to be like you.”
Short Story (Fantasy)
Excerpt: “The demon sat on a ledge, feasting on wonderful aromatic meats, fruits, and sweet desserts. Next to the plates were clear pitchers and chalices of ice cold water and wine. Condensation dripped onto the stone ledge. He looked at the fifty naked souls in the crowded pit below--his charges. A predatory smile exposed fearsome canines.The yearning people watched as he ate with Epicurean gusto, and then gulped water, slamming the chalice down. The splashing fluid never made it into the pit. Their sunken eyes and rumbling bellies wishing for even the smallest scrap, the tiniest drop. The demon pulled a piece of well-chewed gristle from his mouth and threw it into the mass. He laughed as savage fighting ensued.Within a minute it was over. The crowd silently watched. Waited. Panted. Hoped.“You know,” said the demon in a pleasant tone while smacking his lips, then picking his teeth with a long fingernail. “I use to be like you.”
Short Story (Fantasy)
Excerpt: “The demon sat on a ledge, feasting on wonderful aromatic meats, fruits, and sweet desserts. Next to the plates were clear pitchers and chalices of ice cold water and wine. Condensation dripped onto the stone ledge. He looked at the fifty naked souls in the crowded pit below--his charges. A predatory smile exposed fearsome canines.The yearning people watched as he ate with Epicurean gusto, and then gulped water, slamming the chalice down. The splashing fluid never made it into the pit. Their sunken eyes and rumbling bellies wishing for even the smallest scrap, the tiniest drop. The demon pulled a piece of well-chewed gristle from his mouth and threw it into the mass. He laughed as savage fighting ensued.Within a minute it was over. The crowd silently watched. Waited. Panted. Hoped.“You know,” said the demon in a pleasant tone while smacking his lips, then picking his teeth with a long fingernail. “I use to be like you.”