Plague

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Plague

By Lisa McCourt Hollar

 

Zagan stood over the putrid worm that had dared challenge his right to rule. The fetid minion looked up at his master, fear in his eyes, as it should be.

“Please forgive me,” he whimpered, his pathetic whine irritating Zagan. The faintest of an idea whispered in his head.

“What is it?” Chrone asked, his voice fearful of the zoic blob his master handed him.

“Her name is Zymosis, a gift from Pestilence.”

The creature shifted in Chrone’s hand, exploring his palm. The demon giggled. “It tickles…” he began, but then his laughter turned to screams as his hand dissolved.

Word Count: 100

Dangerous Games

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Dangerous Games

By Lisa McCourt Hollar

 

The caliginous interior of the bar was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting. Across from Helen, the man’s wolfish smile caused sensations throughout her body that George had failed to inspire in gods knew how long.

“So tall, dark and yummy,” she whispered, trailing a finger across his hand, “what’s your name?”

 Breathing in her scent, a low growl emanated from his throat. “Calu.”

 Helen laughed nervously, cacaesthesia settling over her as time seemed to slow.

“Calu,” she joked, trying to ease the tension, “Sounds like a drink.”

The demon smiled, revealing sharpened fangs. “Funny, you should mention drink.”

Word Count: 100

Soul Eater

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Soul Eater

By Lisa McCourt Hollar

Standing over the lake, Ammut held her hand out, calling forth the spirits she commanded. Flames bubbled from the surface as figures emerged, achroous eyes, blinded from the heat turning her way, sensing, if not seeing, that their Queen was in need. Adactylous beasts bowed, growling their allegiance to the eater of souls.

The creatures howled as she unleashed them on an unsuspecting world, one that had forgotten her judgment. It was time they remembered. They dragged the dead before her, their lives deemed un-pure. Ignoring their cries for mercy, she devoured their hearts, condemning their souls to eternal restlessness.

 

Word Count: 100