A group of skeleton-like creatures gathered on one of the dump hills. Dirty and malnourished, they moved together in a futile effort of escaping the hog demons' twisted games. The skin on their bony arms was covered in bruises and crud, making them look no different from the rotten human flesh which was their only source of nourishment. Their hair, clothes and teeth have deteriorated out of existence, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female. Their humanity, if they ever had some, was long gone. At this point, they were nothing more than a band of organisms, aimlessly wandering the land they inhabited. Without even the possibility of escape, or death, they chomped on the disgusting remains, completely devoid of any emotions.The carriage with four strong servants made them scatter. They trudged through the mountains of rotting flesh, groaning and moaning. Cassandra looked through the tinted window. The familiar smell made her nose itch and her lip scrunched up. She w
"Why do you think I want anything?" she said, slightly tense."As I mentioned previously. I know people. I can read them like cards," he expressed with hair-raising confidence. "I know you did not come here just to catch up. You barely talked to me to begin with. And here you are, pouring your sob story, like you don't have fleets of admirers back home, gushing on your every word.""Oh! If he only knew," Jane cackled, scornfully."Be honest. What is the real reason for this unexpected visitation?"She sighed, hoisting the heavy bag from her shoulder. "You are right. The real reason I am here is to trade."Stalin glanced inside the bag and gasped with delight.The guard stood outside with his hands crossed. His coworkers were returning with the carriage. Judging by their moans, they did not handle the change from a four-wheel drive to a tricycle well.Laughter came from the dilapidated hut, swiftly turning his attention towards it.The two smiling people emerged. "I had a wonderful time
Tiff’s children entered the house while their mother was reading something on the couch. "Hey, how was school?" she asked as they kiss her on the cheek."Fine. What’s that?" her 17-year-old boy asked pointing to her book."Research. I’m thinking of getting my PhD.""That’s great mom," her daughter said happy. "Finally, something exciting!"Her mother side glanced her surprised."Are you going back to college then? I hope it's not mine. You know I love you but, having your mom attend your classes is..." her son stuttered."Wouldn't that be a fun. Helping mom win the beer pong challenge," Nicky chuckled, watching his face slowly fill with dread, imagining the awkward situation."No dear. I'm not gonna embarrass you in front of your friends. I’ll be able to do most of my work from home. As a matter of fact, I already picked the topic for my thesis," Tiffany smiled."What are you going to write about?" John asked."The influence of Latin in the occult practices of the modern age," she said
Tiffany jumped from rooftop to rooftop, with the men in pursuit. They flew and went through obstacles, never loosing sight of her. Realizing she cannot outrun them for much longer, the terrified woman headed towards a block of residential buildings and into someone's apartment. Remembering she can go through walls, she stepped into an apartment. Passing thought a few walls and ceilings, the winded woman hid under the table. The men scattered around the area, searched for a good hour. Holding in her breath, still as a statue, she could hear them jumping around."There must be over a thousand compartments to go through. Shit!" one low male voice yelled."Was that a witch?" another man said."Impossible. There hasn’t been one in centuries," the third, angrier voice was heard."I don't know. There was a strange occurrence a few years ago in DC. Apparently, he dreamt of one standing over him and hissed. Something witches of the past loved to do," the second voice added.Tiff clenched her te
"And then he yelled ‘What’s in the box!’" Cassandra explained.Teo giggled, making the glass in his hand shake. "Oh, I love modern entertainment. It makes our job so much easier," he said, sipping his blood wine. They were siting in his lavish living space. With all the valuable trinkets and furniture collected over the eons, it resembled a room in an emperor's mansion. The pastel walls were decorated with golden frames, porcelain statues, ivory and gold clocks. Cassandra began to suspect that most of the nicer pieces her husband found ended up in his collection. "I must say, I traveled when alive, but I never saw so much splendor in one place. And all of it so tastefully done.""Thank you, my dear. I did make an effort to learn about human concepts of style and elegance. We demons do not have such personal fancies," he stated pleasantly."No kidding. How come?""Well, to tell you the truth, we never needed one. All that we demons require is already provided to us by our lord and maste
In a bright small office, a dignified plump professor looked over a paper. He took his glasses off and stated pleased, "This was wonderfully done, Mrs. Noble. Very detailed and well versed.""Thank you, professor. I’m very glad you liked it," the middle-aged mother of two replied."In fact, I believe your thesis is ready for publishing. Congratulations," he stated returning the file. With an air of arrogance around him, he hummed as the woman placed her things back into her bag."It is such a shame you didn’t continue your studies sooner. A capable person such as yourself would make an excellent assistant."Tiffany smiled flattered. "Oh I don’t see why that would be a problem now. With the kids all grown up, I’m free as I’ll ever be to peruse my academic goals."The professor tittered, tapping his fingers. "It is good that you kept your youthful spirit. Hopefully, it will serve you well in your future endeavors," he said extending his hand for a handshake."You can count on it, profes
Teo laughed hysterically as a reddish light illuminated his grimace. Cassandra was next to him, severely drunk, clenching her glass with every scream. A young girl, very frail and scared, was fighting for her life in a dark concrete basement, as he pointed and giggled with delight. Her tormentor was ripping her clothes off, unresponsive to her cries. The only thing he seemed to listen to were Teo’s suggestions, whispered through the device. He raped her for a long time, forcing himself even when his member gave up on him."Never mind that! Finish the job!" the demon gave an order. Turning towards his companion, Cass raised the ends of her lips up, tittering in a high pitch. The man zipped up his pants, flying towards the screaming girl. She yelled for help, pleading with him to let her go. "Please! Have mercy!" she cried, exhausted.The man held the rock for a second as if hesitant. "You know she is going to tell, right?" Teo whispered calmly. "And besides, what you are about to do i
The young married woman waited in the church for over half an hour. The small place of worship seemed empty, abandoned even. The ajar door showed people passing by, none of which even glanced inside. "Why would they, with so much splendor all around them," Tiffany thought.She heard her children chattering and Sam calming them down. "Okay, kids settle down and eat your ice cream," he said and popped his head through the door. Tiff collected her bag and walked over."Could you hurry it up, please? The children want to go sailing," he whispered. She nodded and got out. Next to the church was a gift shop with a young clerk. "Excuse me, can you tell me when the priest of this church comes in? A short guy, mousy looking," she said slowly hoping the girl understood her.The clerk blinked, confused and said in nearly perfect English, "That sounds nothing like him. The priest, here, is old and fat."The woman held in her breath. "Alright, have you ever seen a man that fits the description?"