I would just like to say that I got it (reference my shortlisting) but that may be because I am an old codger. (I also thought it was a fine entry)
I often like to leave little Easter eggs in my tales but they rarely get spotted. I think mainly because the good folk have so many to read that if its not immediately obvious it is easily missed...
Back in April I wrote this under the theme of play, hobbies or other leisure activities. My entry got next to no love, which may be because its utter rubbish but certainly I don't think anyone actually got the hopefully humorous irony.
Demon Down Time
“What’s that?” Grayguts leans in close, sulphurous breath enough to make a demons eyes water.
“Art” Phlegmdrip grunts, dipping a talon into a freshly opened vein to add more red.
“What’s the point to it?”
“It’s relaxing.”
“Grayguts shrugs as he puts away his knitting. “Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, breaks over.”
Phlegmdrip sighs. “Back to work Vincent.” He drags his palette behind him by his one remaining ear. “Hot coals scheduled for this afternoon.”
Phlegmdrip likes to paint when he is not torturing souls and his paint is the blood of Van Gogh. If anyone is wondering why Van Gogh is in Hell... I believe suicide is a mortal sin. It all made sense to me
I often like to leave little Easter eggs in my tales but they rarely get spotted. I think mainly because the good folk have so many to read that if its not immediately obvious it is easily missed...
Back in April I wrote this under the theme of play, hobbies or other leisure activities. My entry got next to no love, which may be because its utter rubbish but certainly I don't think anyone actually got the hopefully humorous irony.
Demon Down Time
“What’s that?” Grayguts leans in close, sulphurous breath enough to make a demons eyes water.
“Art” Phlegmdrip grunts, dipping a talon into a freshly opened vein to add more red.
“What’s the point to it?”
“It’s relaxing.”
“Grayguts shrugs as he puts away his knitting. “Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, breaks over.”
Phlegmdrip sighs. “Back to work Vincent.” He drags his palette behind him by his one remaining ear. “Hot coals scheduled for this afternoon.”
Phlegmdrip likes to paint when he is not torturing souls and his paint is the blood of Van Gogh. If anyone is wondering why Van Gogh is in Hell... I believe suicide is a mortal sin. It all made sense to me