Tag Archives: flash fiction

We’ll Always Have Hell

“What if everyone on Earth finally decided to live a life free of sin?” I broke the Sunday silence at The House on the Hill with a deep, philosophical question. The Devil turned to me from his end of the … Continue reading

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Tis The (Halloween) Season

“You do realize it is October, correct?” The Devil asked with obvious disappointment in his voice. I knew what disappointment sounded like, having been addressed with it by my stepmother for far too long. My guest stood in the entrance … Continue reading

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When The Smoke Clears

“I had the craziest dream last night,” I revealed to my guest when the football game finally went to commercial. “Give me one second,” The Devil requested. As always, he was well dressed in an impeccably tailored suit.  He had … Continue reading

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Rooting For The Jets Is Hell

I turned off the TV in disgust after suffering through yet another loss by my beloved, but pathetic Jets. The Devil snickered from behind the Sunday paper, so I glared over at him and called him on it. “Do you … Continue reading

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Going Back Is Hell

“Are you excited about going back to work on Tuesday?” The Devil asked, as what only could be described as a devilish grin danced across his handsome face. As always, he was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and looked … Continue reading

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The Radio Contest

Charlie drummed his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. He hated being told to wait in the car.  It made him feel insignificant, and like the others were too embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Charlie glanced up … Continue reading

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No Pitchforks!

The Devil glared at me defiantly from the doorway to the living room. As always, he was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, but today, he also wore a frown and had his arms crossed over his chest. He looked … Continue reading

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