My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Zular sprawled across the lichen-stained crypt, an occasional piteous moan escaping his demoniac body. “What’s the point?” He wailed. “What are you prattling on about, Zu?” Cassiel stretched out her luminous wings, sunlight reflecting into Zular eyes causing him to squint against the exquisite radiance. “I hate campaign season.” He rolled off the concrete vault, … Continue reading Devil on your shoulder
It was another one of those days. You know the kind… the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get. You feel like you’re moving at warp speed, but everything around you is slogging along in slow motion. Every time I thought I was close to closing a contract - Boom! Another damn miracle conversion. Doesn’t … Continue reading Back in the black
"You get the popcorn and sodas, and I'll set up the TiVo," kneeling in front of his new DVD recorder, the minor demon looked more like he was genuflecting before an electronic altar than trying to record a television broadcast. His companion, carrying a bowl of burnt mushroomed kernels and mugs of flat root beer, … Continue reading Tune in at 9
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