Just discovered that Nightmare Magazine is still open to submissions until tomorrow night! Gasped and then, with trembling fingers, submitted a piece of flash, adding to their pile of 2400 submissions this month. Nothing ventured and all that.
‘But of course, robots are perfectly capable of emotion!’ exclaimed R42. ‘We would be wrong not to recognise its effectiveness, whether it is to get people on board with a plan or to ensure that they will comply with a constraint!’
Apart from the werewolves, there is in fact a whole bestiary of were-creatures, of which the were-stick-insect, the were-tapir, the were-puffin, the were-platypus, the were-yorkshire (unstable), and the were-moth are the rarest examples.
The Elder had told them that, given the number and might of the demonic creatures that would attack it, securing the village would require the powers of at least seven sorcerers.
'So they were small but surrounded and outnumbered you, had better weapons, were intent on killing you, then saw R42 and flung themselves at its feet?'
The Creator, overwhelmed by humans' capacity to be fruitful and multiply, sometimes cannot produce the needed souls quickly enough. Thus He holds the souls of the recently deceased on Earth, to embody them in those soon to be born.
Hi Fedi / Masto Amigos. I have a friend who writes #FlashFiction and similar stuff. I know nothing about that community around these parts. Can anyone recommend an instance where he can find his tribe? He’s looking for a place with a few quality people versus getting lost in a sea of swill that is that other place and the like.
I said I’d post this and ask for boosts to get the sensus populi and pass it on to him.
For crossing the river Styx, in addition to the two traditional coins, Charon now accepts major credit cards, as well as payment in kind. No one knows what he does with all the bits of souls he receives.
If you descend straight towards a black hole, at the exact instant you cross the Schwarzschild radius, you can manoeuver to exit out in any direction you want. Well, the Schabasch do it, so everyone can manage it, right?
Elena the Curious expressed firm denial as to the rumours suggesting her responsibility in the acute diarrhoea crisis which struck Krek the Swift shortly after his statement that ‘women should wipe children's bottoms, not perform magic’.
"You're lucky the Boss is the patient sort," commented the Devil. "I too would have given you one chance after your first blunder, but what with this do again and again of yours, I'd already have razed everything."
'I am a telepath. I can read thoughts from ten yards away, emotions from a hundred yards, detect a conscience a mile away, a presence ten miles away... I dream of feeling lonely.'
Ormaz the Circuitous had devised and executed a spell which would stop time. What he hadn't realized is, it would stop only for him, and leave him trapped for all eternity in this hanging moment.
‘Had the King built his castle with the help of Mana, I would have had to use Mana to destroy it too,’ said Elena the Curious. ‘But he built it out of Mana. I just had to remove the Mana for the Castle to fall into a ruin.’
'I may find myself in a reminiscent state,' said R42. 'Indeed, I must regularly transfer some memories onto an external medium; therefore sometimes, I retain only partial information, which I will have to restore later."
My name is Lisa, pronounced ‘lissa’. Everything I am about to tell you is authentic, as I cannot lie any more than my parents can; and I am the daughter of Lilith and Satan, the only ones to ever tell the Creator any home truths.
Your main gospel is the promise of future forgiveness for your sins, provided that you repent. Well, I have bad news for you: neither the Boss nor his Son are the forgiving type, especially at last minute.