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The Trouble With Demons

I’m not saying you can’t cut a deal with demons. But you’d damned well better know what you’re doing. They don’t teach that in business school. You just can’t trust a monster.

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Writing 101 Challenge, Day 2: Migratory Patterns and Reproduction

–Excerpted from Customs of the Pre-Collapse Culture: Fertility Rites, University of New Chicago Press, published A.C. 1758. All rights reserved.

…and so young adults of the species would migrate, aligned with the solar vernal equinox, back to the sandy beaches of their respective origins. This cycle occurred without fail, annually, regardless of other meteorological or environmental factors. After accounting for other population fluctuations, annual migratory levels remained consistent year over year.

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This Is My City

Darkness is my shield. Even now, poised in the midst of the city around me, the shadows protect me. Those whom I might hunt, pass me unaware. For this is my city, and the night is mine.

I am the Wraith.

I feel the energy of an active city moving around me. Gazing down at the street, from my perch, I watch a myriad of nameless citizens swept along in the tide of their own making. Always separated from the herd, I am yet drawn to it. My desire to be as one of them visceral but unconsummated. I want to be part of that energy.

But my mission demands otherwise. For this is my city, and the night is mine.

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The Third String (excerpt)

Michael had long since stopped waiting for something special. He had spent a good portion of his early life with the unrealized expectation that something incredible was in store for him at the very next moment. It was not that he felt himself to be special. He simply went through life feeling as if something was about to happen.[1]

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Sealing the Deal

I was about to head to lunch when the demon called. I recognized the number and thought about letting it go to voicemail. I knew that the anticipation of having to listen to the message would sour my stomach anyway, so I picked up. He wasted no time.

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