This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
There’s the Devil, on that cake!
She looked around to see if anyone saw him too.
The cheeky Devil went from the cake to a pot of jam.
The Devil looked at her, motionless.
She couldn’t believe no one was freaking out.
The Devil took a few steps aside, enjoying the jam.
“Well, would you like some bread to go with that?” she exclaimed out loud.
Everyone looked at her and she pointed. They laughed and laughed. No bloody Devil.
But she could swear, she saw the Devil again, the next year, mocking her from afar.
The devil is in the detail, or so they say; so I do whatever it takes to avoid running foul of that chap.
My life has been one long, paranoid round of glossing over details, although I can’t say it’s been a particularly pleasant experience.
I never check the small change, read the fine print or review agreements – you can imagine the problems that causes.
And – just in case – I wear spectacles of the wrong prescription, so I live in a blurry world, devoid of fine detail.
So even if I run into the devil, I won’t recognise him!
Devil (Music by James Kibbie)
It isn’t easy being the Devil these days. I can’t keep up anymore. I was great at tempting people back in the day. Remember Eve? Now, when they say a person is evil, they call them Hitler or Stalin or Nicholas Cage. Hell, even social media is better at tempting people. I could never have gotten teenagers to eat Tide pods, or to back up just another step for that selfie.
I think it may be time to throw in the towel. I thought about getting out of Hades and moving to Florida, but Hell, have you seen Florida lately?
I know you all have heard about the Devil.
You don’t even have to be a church going evangelistic to know who he is.
Bart Simson tells us “The Devil made me do it”.
The movies tell you all about him. Hellboy, Constantine, Little Nicky, and of course The Omen.
Lots of movies.
In fact I challenge you to turn on cable, all 250 channels of it, and not find a movie about the Devil on somewhere.
I wonder how much stock the Devil owns in the entertainment industry?
And, yes I found Little Nicky to be a funny movie.
They say that I’m the devil in disguise.
The townspeople speak in hushed voices when I’m about; they lock their doors, and hide their children away, and whenever the worst occurs, it’s always at me that the finger of blame is pointed.
A death, disaster, injury or loss: It’s always my name on people’s lips as they seek to apportion blame.
You might think that I’d be bothered by what people think, but it’s no concern to me at all.
Because, in truth, they’re absolutely right!
They say that I’m the devil in disguise…
And they’ve seen right through it.
In a Jam
I believe it was the Sheep who told Alice: “Jam every other day. Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow, but never jam today.”
Isn’t that the promise of both religion and politics?
Yesterday was wonderful, tomorrow will be better. Ignore the fact that today is shit. Whatever you do, don’t complain about how things are, or you won’t get any jam tomorrow and we may even take away your memory of the jam you had yesterday. Or did you actually have any jam yesterday?
Theater is clearly different. It is always jam today. As for tomorrow: yesterday may yet be shit.
The Devil is in the details. Take the use of the terms accurate and precision. Most folk use them interchangeably trying to describe a state of closeness, an approximate if you will. In one case the fineness of the operation is in question. In the other it’s a matter of performing the same task exactly. It could be a quite raw procedure. The other is concerned with producing an outcome within the limits of some measurable tolerance. Your job young demons is to do both. Here are your tools, your clients await your due diligence.
Yours In Eternal Darkness
Linliumanda stepped forward pointing her finger right up to the bully’s nose, and said, “You should leave Billbert alone, because,”
Billbert jumped in and cut her off. “Because, I might be a hemophiliac and if you hit me I might get a hematoma and bleed to death. You could be convicted of first degree manslaughter.”
Roderick stepped back and nodded his head slowly. He laughed while he said, “Yeah. I wouldn’t want that to happen.”
Billbert turned back to Linoliumanda who stood with her arms folded, scowling.