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Scars and Hellfire

She wears her scars
As her best attire
A wondrous dress
Made of pure Hellfire
Worn for ever occasion
No matter how dire
Her permanent marks
Are something of desire
For when she moves
Angels sing in choir
Even the gods see
How she fells the spire
How she perseveres
Her dream to be a flyer
Despite marks on her skin
She proves to be a climber
Even when she spoke truth
And they claimed her liar
Because of her bravery
When the weak cower
Desiring not fame
But of things finer
Proving all wrong
Including mother and sire
She always stays strong
Never will she tire
After all that happens
She remains a fighter
Through good and bad
No matter what will transpire
As she wears her scars
As her best attire
Her wondrous dress
Made from pure Hellfire


Crooked (Flash Fiction)

I had always been told that the Devil smiles with a crooked grin. It seemed to be more of a warning than a statement. But I usually passed it on as some superstitious mumbo-jumbo. If the Devil would ever appear to me, I was certain I didn’t need to identify him by a grin. I mean, the Devil does have his generic, assumed looks. A grin wouldn’t be the only thing that would make him known.

But the Devil didn’t reveal himself to me with his presumed appearance. He didn’t have red skin. Nor did he have horns or a spaded tail. He didn’t even have a pitchfork. No, he made himself known as a well-dressed man sporting a sharp suit, striped tie. And…a smile made of a crooked grin.

He came to me not too long after I found out my grandmother had been diagnosed with an incurable disease. I prayed to any and every being that she would be spared. That a miracle would happen. My grandmother and I had forever been close. She raised me, after all. On that fateful night, I was devastated, vulnerable. Walking down the dark and dreary streets to our apartment.

It was then that the Devil approached. Pushed himself off the wall of a building. Flashing that infamous grin I had been forewarned about. But I was too lost in my sorrows to notice. “It’s a rather nice night, isn’t it?” he asked with a suave tone.

I immediately stoned my expression. Being a blonde, I was used to such encounters. Especially when the sun went down. “I’m not selling my body. I have more respect for myself than that. Buzz off before I call the cops.”

“I don’t want your body, Amy.” He stepped forward. I could’ve sworn I saw smoke dance in his dark eyes. “I want your soul.”

My lips curled in disgust. “I mean it, creep. Get back.” Then I blanked. “How do you know my name?”

He chuckled in a manner I did not care for. “Oh, I know all about you. Your father was never a presence in your life. Your mother died while you were a baby. Now, your grandmother lies in a hospital bed, terminally ill. And you’ve cried out numerous times that you will do anything to save her.” His tongue ran over teeth that suddenly seemed to be turned to points. “Will you? Will you really do anything to save her?”

I took a couple steps back. My unease about this man ever increasing. There was something about him that was not right, and I had a feeling it was something more than him just being a creep. “Wha-what do you want?”

“I’ve already told you. Your soul. Yours for hers. You’ll still get to live with her, of course. But, when you die, your soul is mine. Which shouldn’t be that big of a deal, anyway. I’ve heard a lot of you mortals claim your souls don’t go anywhere once you die. So what’s the risk, huh?”

“You–” I cut myself off, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms. This man was a lunatic, thinking he could collect people’s souls. It wasn’t like humans had supernatural powers or anything. I almost flipped out when he stepped even closer. Eyes widening, I waved my arms in a spiral motion in attempt to seem as crazy as him. “You know what, fine. If that’s what it takes for you to leave me in peace, fine. Yes, I agree to your stupid soul thing. Now get the heck away from me.”

But he didn’t leave. Nope. Instead, he smiled with that crooked grin. Approached me even closer. Both of his whole eyes swirled to black, and he transformed into a thick cloud of black fog. Which then swallowed me whole.

The Child

“Where are we going now?”

“I do not know.”

“Don’t you know everything?”

The being smiles. “I do not know where you want to go. Where would you like to go?”

“I want to go home.”

“I can take you there.”

The small child looks back into the endless void. “Will I see them again?”

“I can assure you, you will.”

“I want them to be happy.”

The being kneels down. “I have been your guardian angel since the day you were born. I know they will be happy. Every time they look up at the stars, say your name, or think about you, they will be happy.”  The being holds out arms. “It is time for us to go home.”

The child looks behind one last time and nods. “I want to go home.”

“There will be others who will love you. All of you will be able to look down on your happy families. You will become their guardian angel.”

“Like you?”

“Yes. Like me.”

“Okay.” The child enters the being’s arms. Together, they dissolve among the stars. The void is empty for now.

A family huddled on the front porch of their home during the night. The burden of loss heavy on their shoulders. They lifted their heads to see two shooting stars streaming across the sky. The father held the mother close as she burst into tears once more. Their now youngest pointed at the phenomenon. “There!” The mother nodded through her tears. “That’s…that’s our child watching over us, wanting us to be happy. I think it’s only fair we honor that last wish. We,” she took a deep breath for composure. “We must keep our hearts filled with love. That’s the best way to remember.”

Beneath the Surface

Because there is something in the water. That was my answer whenever anyone asked me why I liked the lake so much. It was true. Something was out there. I felt drawn to it. Much like my mother had been. It was why I now stood on the creaking dock. This lake had claimed more lives than anything else in the town. Days before people drowned, all they could talk about was the lure of the lake. It’s all I’ve been talking about. My toes curled around the rotten wood. This lake was forbidden to enter. Then why did I feel so drawn to it? Why would it call upon me? I was going to find out. The lake would claim another victim. I dove into the darkness, the cold water swallowing me whole. I felt it. I felt the same comforting feeling as when my mother cuddled me when I was young. I never wanted to leave it. So I accepted it. Opening my eyes, I let myself sink. Then a blue-tinted face appeared. I screamed, bubbles leaving my mouth. The air escaped from my lungs. Two pasty hands grabbed my face and brought it to the dead girl’s lips. She kissed me long and hard. I realized I was breathing. Breathing the water. What I had assumed was a lifeless body smiled. Spoke to me through her mind. ‘You have been chosen. The Lady of the Lake chose another child.’ I was baffled, but I accepted it. Didn’t question it. I tried the mind communication. ‘If this works, who are you?’ She smiled. ‘The one chosen to bring you new life. Come. Join your fellow brothers and sisters. Reunite with your mother.’ My heart skipped a beat. I wanted nothing more than to feel the embrace of my mother once more. I followed the blue-tinted girl. Understanding I could gradually see farther under the water. I could see I was following a mermaid. She glanced over her shoulder. ‘Your tail should form within the week, though we carry no concept of time. It is one of the Lady’s gift to us.’ I simply followed. No one on land would ever see me again. My friends, family, the police would all presume me lost. Not that it mattered. I was home now. Why the Lady of the Lake chose me, I may never know. But I was home. In the murky waters of this lake. In the depths of darkenss I could see through. In the warm, comforting feeling that still hadn’t passed. I had known all along that there was something in the water. I had always known. Because if you feel hard enough, you know something or someone lies just beneath the surface.

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