Posts Tagged ‘Demon’

MFTS – Love Conquers All

May 4, 2015 35 comments

Here is my contribution to Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. My genre for this week is “weird madcap nonsense”! It changes from supernatural to romantic to slap-stick in seconds :-).

We get a photo and a starting sentence and then have up to 150 words to finish the story. To view this week’s other contributions click on the blue froggy, and the supplied opening sentence is in bold in my story.



Copyright Barbara W. Beacham


After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!

Not now, she thought, as her head was replaced by that of a demon, her body transforming into that of a lizard.

“You’re morphing, dear,” whispered her mum.

“How inconvenient!” growled Samantha through razor-sharp teeth.

Barry stared in shock. His wedding guests ran screaming. His bride-to-be’s sat quietly, unfazed. His best man stood trembling, rooted to the spot.

“Wha…” stammered Barry.

“Well,” his bride’s mother said, “it’s like this. We need Samantha to marry a mortal to cement her bond to this realm.”

“That’s Samantha Draconis Satanicus Wilson,” continued her dad.

“It’s still me, dear,” growled Samantha.

Barry looked into the demon’s glowing eyes, and sure enough, he saw his Samantha staring back.

“Well,” said his best man. “You’ve dated worse.”

“True!” smiled Barry. “Let’s get married!”

“Love really does conquer all!” laughed his soon-to-be-father-in-law, morphing in his excitement and accidentally decapitating a bridesmaid. “Oops!”

Everybody laughed and a great time was had by all.


New Flesh

April 11, 2014 56 comments

It’s Friday and that means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

The goal is to write approximately 100 words, inspired by a photo which this week has been contributed by DLovering. Our host as always is Rochelle.

You can read all the other stories for this week by clicking on the little blue froggy. Here he is!

I’ve edited this a gazillion times and I’m still not entirely happy (I need about 30 more words!), but here it is anyway.

What with all this stuff at work I’m way behind with my reading but I promise I will try to catch up!


Copyright DLovering

The festival was over. For Manuel it had been most profitable. Wallets, assorted watches, rings… one ring caught his attention. It looked old. Really old. There was an inscription, written in a script he had never seen before.

He’d taken it from an old, gaunt man whose skin had felt like paper, and so cold – wrong somehow – as Manuel had crushed the life from him.

He put the ring on, suppressing a shudder as it seemed to melt into his flesh.

Far away, Galchallon, Lord of the Dark, smiled. New flesh to do his bidding. A new soul upon which to feast.


Yes, I know, I went with yet another demonic possession. Weird, huh? What’s going on in this head of mine?

Lord of the Stage

April 4, 2014 46 comments

It’s Friday Fictioneers time again, hosted as always by Rochelle. This week’s photo has been contributed by Kent Bonham.

I’m having to work all weekend, late nights and early mornings, so I’m slipping this in quickly before starting. I’ll try to read as many of the other contributions (which can be found by clicking on the little blue froggy below) as possible but I don’t know how much time I will have.



Copyright Kent Bonham

Harry stood in the empty theatre, staring at the stage light. Everyone else had long since gone, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the lamp. It seemed to be staring back at him through slit eyes, laughing at him through gaping maw.

So entranced was he that he barely felt the knife which slid into his back, neatly severing his spine. An arm slipped around him as his legs gave way, easing him to the ground.

“I dedicate this life to you, my Lord Calitrax,” whispered his killer.

The lamp seemed to glow red before fading away to darkness.

Office Irritations Part 1 – Interruptions

November 10, 2013 21 comments

Picture the scene. You’re working away, you’ve just had a great idea and you’re struggling to bring it to fruition. You’re so close, when suddenly…

…there’s someone hanging off your shoulder pestering you for something which only you can provide.

You’ve lost your train of thought! Your mojo’s gone! You were so close to discovering the deepest secrets of the universe, or at least to making Excel do that split-screen thing, and you’ve lost it all because “the printer’s making a funny noise” or “my monitor’s gone all funny”.

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