Not in control

The glaring morning sun was no match for the brooding darkness within the room.

Each night the picking grew slimmer perhaps it was time for new recruits, the present one was becoming weak.

Lying supine arms akimbo legs crossed at the heels she looked pristine: by day an earthen vessel seducing weary souls, by night a vicious spirit ripping apart their souls in slumber.

Releasing her spirit, he returned to his coven to evoke more power.

Silly human, hanging up ginger bags in a cage hoping to banish him.

Him, a demon. Ridiculous!

PHOTO PROMPT - © Emmy L Gant
Copyright: Emmy L Gant

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Emmy L Gant and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.


26 thoughts on “Not in control

  1. Sounds like someone’s been listening to the wrong old wives’ tale — ginger bags aren’t going to stop a demon! I like the idea that someone thinks that, though, and listening to his reaction to it.

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  2. I love the voice of your demon, especially this line: “Lying supine arms akimbo legs crossed at the heels she looked pristine” — that line has a beautiful rhythm and imagery to it. I agree with the earlier comment about the Bartimeus Trilogy—it’s one of my favourites and the demon’s voice in it is wonderful. The story’s link to the photo was very clever too. Such a silly human!

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