The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
I knew that the demon would come to collect on the deal one day; I just didn’t think it would be on a Monday. I should have known that Mondays suck in hell.
“I don’t have it anymore,” I said, hands up both defensively and plaintively. “So, deal’s off, okay? Besides, it didn’t even work in the first place,” I hoped I could stall.
The demon put an oddly female looking hand on its lumpy waist and cocked its head, as if to say “Really, girl?”
“I mean, I would have – it it had worked – but I still can’t get this grape juice stain out.” The demon looked confused, then pulled out a huge flaming ledger and began paging through the pages, oblivious of the crude wooden stake stabbing through the air towards it until it was to late.