I once had a friend who got his heart pulled apart by a demon. He’d summoned it at a party, from an old book he’d found at his grandfather’s.
The demon was furious about having his time wasted; my friend realised he hadn’t thought up any bidding for the demon to do.
“I’ve scattered your heart around the circles of hell,” enchafed, the daemon spake. “The part that pumped blood to your penis is in Lust. The part wrought by cholesterol is in Gluttony.”
My friend had never read any Dante before, and had no idea what he was in for. When the dreadful hill gave way to the burning gates to damnation – that was the last I saw of him in life.
Now I’m dead, all I have to do is watch him from inside my burning torture cell, forever looking for the final piece of his organ.
Where, he asked himself over and over, had the demon put his Pride?
I’ve walked for miles and years since she asked me – for all that time, I’ve been asking myself the same question. At work, I dropped everything in a trance and started walking. Out of the doors, out of the building and into the woods with nothing but a suit and a nametag that meant nothing. Continue reading
I have this shred of a scrap of a memory of when I was five years old, and I found a star in the woods. A star, that’s what I’ll always remember it as, because it was shining gold and evenly five-pointed. It had one of its little pointed star-legs caught in a branch, and I untangled it, for it to fall, fall, and then float a foot over a puddle.
‘T…H A N K Y O…U.’, and then it disappeared into a splash of light that covered my raincoat. And I went back to have a picnic with my mum.
Somewhere in the West Coast of the United States, a police officer worked hard to keep the streets safe. Though she was not the best at her job, she worked to the best of her ability and worked on her own initiative. One day, the chief of her precinct calls the officer into his office. “Miller, you’re getting transferred”, he tells her. “I’ve told Police Chief King, in the next city, that you’re the best we’ve got, and he needs the best to foil the counterfeit gold racket that’s rampant in his jurisdiction.”
The officer knew that the chief had lied to get rid of her, but there was nothing she could do – the paperwork had been filled out, and she was due to check in at Chief King’s precinct in the morning. So she left the next day, filled with dread and wondering what she could possibly do to live up to the Chief’s expectations – she came up with nothing, she was going to be thrown into a pit so deep she wouldn’t know which way she was up.