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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Lost souls

by Writelife on October 28, 2009

“If your biggest worry here is not remembering what acronyms mean, you’re the lostest of lost souls,” the Devil said.

“That’s not a word!”

“Is now,” the Devil replied calmly.

“I want out!” Harcourt cried petulantly.

“No one gets out of Hell.” The Devil was cross now. “Don’t start being a shit disturber!”

It was remarkable to Harcourt how much the Devil sounded like his father.

“Do you know what happens to shit disturbers? Do you?”

Harcourt shook his head.

“They get shafted big time. Big time! Need proof? Here I am – take a good look!”

I must have struck a nerve, Harcourt thought.

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Meeting the Devil

October 28, 2009

It was only a matter of time before Harcourt finally met the Devil. It happened on a Thursday, despite (as has been mentioned on numerous occasions) the meaninglessness of distinctions like “days.”
“You slay me!” the Devil said, almost crying with laughter. “Walls! You actually asked walls! ‘Are you the Devil?’”
Harcourt’s face reddened like a spanked [...]

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