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Of course it was B.S. This guy was a classic

  • Of course it was B.S. This guy was a classic charlatan. "I just sign here & all my ailments go away? What's the catch?" "No catch. All your problems will go to someone you don't ev

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  • er have to lay yer worrying little eyes upon." He puffed once more on his long silver pipe, beady black gaze on the quivering feather quill in my hand. "So? Will ye sign it, kid?"

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  • Looking back, I realize now it was the worst mistake of my life. But I was just a wee boy, taught to respect my elders. I grabbed the quill firmly & signed. He chuckled demonically

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  • for several minutes. He kept laughing, so I awkwardly joined in. "Ha..ha." Suddenly the demon cut me off short. "Why are you laughing? You just lost your soul to me!"

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  • "Hey, you were laughing first!" I argued. "Because you sold your soul to me for a glass of lemonade!" The demon cried, pulling on his horns. "Well that doesnt give you the right to

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  • actually laugh at me! I was so thirsty! And I don't care as long as I could get one drink!" He was really offended that someone would make fun of him when he was on the verge of

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  • drinking his last drink ever. Why did they laugh when he insisted on umbrellas & swizzlers? Everyone understood when a prisoner got his requested menu at his last meal. "I want

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  • a baconator and the double down." Death row went silent. Dead calm. This was the near death meal of a madman.

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  • His belly strained against his orange jumpsuit, lips glistening with grease.Tears caught,sparkled in his beard."I wanted to die on my own terms."That heart attack just didn't come.

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  • from the 3 tiny vials they pumped into his system, it came from an explosion of realization that life, his life, was meant to be more. His last thought: "Better luck next time."

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