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What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the devilish Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Imp".
Franz Hostetler lay in his bed, covered by the fine satin duvet, dying. His servants were all in attendance, ready to fulfill the slightest wish of the fine and generous man who employed them.
He tried, unsuccessfully, to send them away.
Franz lay back in frustration. The Imp had tricked him. He had wished for comfort, and the Imp, obligated to grant his every wish, had given him comfort that would not go away. He needed to sell the Imp's bottle before he died, or he would burn in Hell, while the Imp went free. He was trapped. Damned Imp.
8 comments:
Be careful what you wish for... hmmm.
I like this as well... the concept is very intriguing...
Oooo, I sense a bigger story.
Yes, what Nan said. How'd we get here? What happens next? Inquiring minds want to know.
Yes, intriguing! Poe-like even. I hope you build on this! :)
you never fail us. LOVE this! Such frustration and desire in it.
Well done! You & I were on the same page this week.
Yes, this is a great start to a dark fairy tale. Edgar Allen Poe-ish.
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