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FF – There Be Demons
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
He didn’t often come down from the castle. The villagers had such stories about his hilltop home. It was portrayed as a place of darkness, of evil, where a bogeyman, a demon, a devil, abided.
Mothers told their children ‘If you’re naughty, the castle devil will come and eat you up!‘
Old wives’ tales. Myths.
He shook his head. Why frighten the little ones?
Nearby, a baby cried. He grinned, saliva dipping from razor-sharp fangs to hiss on the pavement. Lunchtime!
Sometimes, the stories told by superstitious villagers are true.
Sometimes, there be demons.
FF – Hell’s Kitchen
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Fleur Lind.

Bob stared through the glass of the table. How far down did that go? Maybe all the way to the depths of Hell itself…!
Suddenly the tabletop flipped up and a bat-winged monstrosity exploded out, claws slashing, eyes glowing fire-red.
Bob screamed.
The creature screeched, fire issuing from its hideous mouth.
Bob peed himself.
It threw something at him. He looked down.
It was a steak, medium rare, mushroom sauce, sautéed potatoes.
The creature grated “bon appetit!” and descended back to Hell.
Bob tucked in. Now probably wasn’t the best moment to mention he had ordered the Chef’s Salad.
FF – Weaver
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided the photo this week.

Theadorus was a Weaver. A Weaver-in-training, but a Weaver nonetheless. He wove not cottons and silks into garments, but the lines of fate into destinies.
His first solo project had not gone well. A strand had gone awry. The project’s most intelligent species was killing each other. There was war, famine, disease and poverty. And on top of all that, the climate was falling apart.
With a heavy sigh, he reached out and severed a single thread. Seven billion voices went silent as a planet imploded and was gone.
Sometimes there’s no help for it but to start over.