FF – There Be Demons
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
He didnβt 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 βIf youβre naughty, the castle devil will come and eat you up!‘
Old wivesβ 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 itselfβ¦!
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, sautΓ©ed potatoes.
The creature grated βbon appetit!β and descended back to Hell.
Bob tucked in. Now probably wasnβt the best moment to mention he had ordered the Chefβs Salad.















