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Save Billy
Julie strained to hear her friends' voices over the music in the bar. She divided her attention between the trivia going on at the other side of the bar and the conversations in front of her.
“I wish I had known it was Tuesday trivia,” Elaine complained for what felt like the tenth time. Sitting across from Julie, Elaine helped herself to the last slice of her birthday cake.
Julie held her half-drunk beer; the condensation stuck to her hand. “Come on, you've been holding onto that drink for an hour,” Piper said, nudging her from the side.
Julie sighed. “I've got to drive home,” she said as an excuse. She used to go out all the time bar-hopping with her brother, but now it felt like she was forcing herself to be here.
Piper, already quite drunk, got into Julie's face. “Aw, what's going on?” she asked. “Bobbi getting on your nerves?”
Julie laughed. Bobbi was their boss at the call center and all of them hated her. Her list of si
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a grain of sand
a grain of sand
feels bigger, sometimes
than all the progress
I've made.
I squint - and see
that a grain of sand
is still
an object of intricacies
and I look - and watch
a snowflake
becoming part of a snowbank.
a single leaf
joining others
to coat the ground.
if I can measure my growth
in these things,
every day adding
another grain of sand at least -
I may one day
cover the shore.
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A Night at the Opera
Maxim was adjusting his bowtie in the hotel mirror. “Come on, stop primping for a minute,” his cousin Victor said. “We're going to be late to the opera.”
Maxim gave his most charming smile to the mirror. “We've got to make a good impression,” he insisted. He turned around to look at his companions – Victor the necromancer, dressed in black robes per usual; Aeva the sun cleric, wearing her high priestess garb; and Jume the paladin with his armor and ax at his hip. Maxim sighed. “Well, I have to make a good impression at least.” Satisfied at last with his appearance, Maxim fitted on his top hat as a final touch.
After a deceptive wedding attempt involving Maxim's sister Lana, Maxim was here with his friends as a representative of the noble House of Harell. The House of Roses was at it again, arranging another wedding between themselves and the House of Lyon. They still weren't sure what the House of Roses' ultimate goal was, other tha
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The Exposed
I watched them bring him in and place him the cell next to mine. He looked so young, and it'd been an age since I shared my block with anyone else. I tapped the thin wall separating us. “Can you hear me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, and then added, “Where are we?”
“I actually don't know,” I said. “I'm blindfolded every time I leave and return to this place.” I shrugged. “Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.”
He sighed in frustration. “What is this place, then? Why are we here?”
Those were infinitely more complicated questions. I decided to answer him with another question: “Why do you think you're here?”
He was silent for some time, probably figuring out whether he could trust me. At last, he said, “They couldn't Sort me. They said there was something wrong with me, that they were going to fix it.”
There was nothing wrong with him, of that I was sure. He just didn't fit into our societ
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Little Mysteries
It was another Friday night with plans to settle in my grandmother's armchair, eat snacks and catch up on TV. As I browsed the internet looking for a good show or movie to get started on, I wondered where my cat Cherry had gotten up to. She was probably upstairs, staring at the closet that had been locked ever since I'd moved in a couple weeks ago. I'd tried every key in the house, but still hadn't been able to figure out  what could possibly be behind the door.
Ah well. Cats were weird, anyway.
I jumped up as my cell phone rang. “Hey, what's up?” I said, picking up the phone.
I must have sounded out of breath because my friend Lacey said, “Are you alright, Gabe?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just not used to living alone – you startled me!”
Lacey laughed. “You've always been jumpy from day one. I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner – Catie's in town for a couple days.”
“Wow, that sounds great. I haven't seen Catie
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Blockades
“Planet earth is blue and there's nothing I can do,” Dr. Vincent Laurent sung to himself as he pulled up the patient's chart on his tablet again.
She was lying in the bed, looking paler than usual. “So what's the diagnosis, doc?”  
“The diagnosis is the same, Tanya. The tests just confirm what I already know.” Vincent took a deep breath. “We don't have the expertise or the equipment to treat you here, like I've said before. I thought maybe we'd missed something but it's definitely -”
"Doctor?” she interrupted. “My name's not Tanya.”  
Vincent jerked as if he'd been lightly shocked. “I'm so sorry,” he stammered. “Of course, Kristi.”
Kristi shook her head, smiling. She reached out and touched his arm. “It's fine! I don't blame you. Honest. You and all the staff here have been nothing but kind and helpful.”
Vincent didn't meet Kristi in the eye. “I appreciate that.”
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FFM 31: Fairy at the Station
“I saw one, I swear!” Jazzy said, hovering in the air. Her wings glistened in the moonlight as she and her brother collected berries.
“We've talked about this,” Eldive said. “Humans aren't real.” He sighed, deciding to humor her. “So where did you see it?”
“The place with all the structures and tracks on the ground.”
Eldive elbowed Jazzy. “We're not supposed to go there,” he whispered. A guilty look came over Jazzy's face. “What else?” Eldive asked. “Come on, out with it.”
“It was in the daylight time,” Jazzy said.
Eldive gasped. “How could you do that? You'll get burned to death or worse, you'll get caught by the Council!”
Jazzy flitted out of Eldive's reach and stuck out her tongue. “You can't tell me what to do.”
“I'll report you!”
Jazzy shook her head side to side with her hands on her hips, mocking her brother. “I know you won't. So
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FFM 30: Hard Work
“My goodness, why must they always squirm,” Daria said as she strapped her cousin Patrick to the cold metal table. Victims – er, volunteers – willing to submit themselves to her experiments were far and few between, so she'd kidnapped a few of her relatives at the most recent family reunion. She placed several plastic nodes on Patrick's skin. Patrick continued to struggle against his binds as well as against the handkerchief tied around his mouth.
“This will be less painful if you stop fighting it,” Daria said. “Probably.” She rolled up the sleeves on her lab coat. “Now, in just a moment you will feel a slight extreme burning sensation in your... everywhere.” Daria prepared to flip the switch on her torture device. “Are you ready?”
“MmmHHHmph!” Patrick said, shaking his head.
“Ah well, I can't stop you from being a wet blanket,” she said, and flipped the switch.
Notepad and pen at the ready,
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FFM 28: Icetastic Ale
“There's a special on the Icetastic Ale today,” Allura said, wiping down the counter in the crowded tavern. It seemed strange to see Allura in her sorcerer's robes and jewelry moonlighting as a barkeep. She didn't do it all the time, but would just show up ever soon often at the bar and try out a new potion. Giddo, the owner, couldn't complain.
“Tell me about this mysterious blue drink,” I said, sitting down on a stool.
“Well, for the price of only one gold, you will temporarily gain ice powers.”
“Ice powers, huh? Sign me up!”
Allura gave me a thumbs up and disappeared through a door behind the bar. A few moments later, she slid a tall glass of bright blue liquid across the counter. “Careful,” she said, “don't drink it too fast.”
The drink was frigid and fizzed the back of my throat. I drank it all in a few carefully measured swallows.
The hair on my arms stood up as I felt the magic coursing through my veins. My s
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FFM 29: Don't Go
“Please don't go,” Jelar said, holding the halfling in his arms.
Lem the halfling coughed and smiled through his pain. “My dear friend, they say there's no honor among thieves, but I have to say... it has been a great honor to know you.”
“You are the one who taught me such virtues,” Jelar said. As a dark-skinned drow elf, honor was usually the last thing expected of him.
Lem just smiled. “I just want to rest, Jelar. Give me that at least. Urogalan will protect me where I'm going.”
Jelar nodded – Urogalan was the halfling god who took care of the dead. “Here,” Lem said, reaching under his shirt. “I want to give you something.” The halfling pulled out a necklace with a silver charm on it -  the symbol of the city's thieves guild. He placed it in Jelar's outstretched palm.
“N-no,” Jelar stammered, understanding the significance of the gift. As Lem was the current guildmaster, he was choosing Jel
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FFM 27: Do YOU Do That?!
“I've never seen snow, you know,” he said.
“Whatever do you mean? I know there's winter here,” I replied, notebook and pen out.
“My hibernation is every winter, so that's why,” he shrugged.
“Couldn't you just – sleep every night?”
He looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. “Why would I do that? Do you do that?” he asked incredulously.
"I'm not from around here," I said.
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“Beds?” she asked.
“You know, beds. With pillows and blankets and sheets. That you sleep in?”
“We don't have beds, since we don't sleep at night. Can't you relax on couches like we do?”
I shifted in my seat. “Couches are not comfortable to sleep on.”
"Are you sure you're not just being picky?"
"It makes my back hurt," I reassured her.
She shook her head in disbelief. "Whatever."
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“I had such a weird nightmare,” I said to my co-worker, to make small talk.
“We don't have those
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FFM 26: Rainy Day Tea
The rain pattered on the roof and trickled down the outer wall of the wizard's tower. By now, it was late morning, and Siatrine's apprentice Maxim had missed breakfast. She sent Aheem up to check on him.
Aheem had never been in Maxim's room before, so he hesitated as he pushed the door open.
The room was surprisingly tidy, with nothing out of place. The bedsheets on his bed were immaculate and the books on the bookshelf were arranged in alphabetical order. Maxim himself was sleeping at his desk, parchments and books strewn about him. Aheem peered at the research material – Maxim had been taking notes on elemental magical theory, specifically lightning and electricity. The candle beside Maxim had burned out, probably hours before.
Unsure of what to do, Aheem took a blanket out from the closet and draped it over Maxim's shoulders. Maxim mumbled an incoherent thanks in his sleep and Aheem went back downstairs.
“Seems your apprentice was burning the midnight oil again,” A
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FFM 25: Give 'Em Hell Later
“Good news is we're all alive,” Garrett's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. “Bad news is we've been separated, the island is sinking, and we can't leave right yet.”
Mia sighed. “What do you mean, we can't leave? Julie should be able to copter us out.”
“I wish. There's something preventing us from leaving the perimeter. Don't worry, I found a map. I'm sending it to your radar right now.” Mia pulled her equipment out of the sand. A detailed map appeared on her screen. “We've got to find pieces of four different treasures, get them blessed or something at a temple, and then can we leave. Did I mention that the island is being flooded?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Okay, good,” Garrett said.
“No, it's not good!” Mia screeched into the walkie-talkie. “This is impossible! We're all going to drown before we get the treasures in time!”
“Well, you won't drown at least,” Garrett said
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FFM 24: Tea Leaves
“I could read your tea leaves, if you'd like,” Celia said. Maxim, a wizard's apprentice, was sitting across from her on a cushion in her hut.
“I didn't know druids did divination,” Maxim replied.
“Not always,” Celia admitted. “I've just always had a personal interest, even before I became a druid.” She held out her hand. “Give me your cup, please.”
He did as she asked, and she peered into his cup. “Hmm, it seems you'll be called to adventure soon, within a year.”
“Adventure?” Maxim said. Buho, his owl familiar, preened on his shoulder. “I'm not ready for that.”
“That's the second thing I see,” Celia said. “You hide it very well, I have to admit,” she added, glancing at Maxim's fine-tailored suit and signet ring. “But you're driven by fear. Tell me, do you suffer from nightmares?”
Maxim turned away as if he'd been slapped. “That's rather personal, isn
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FFM 23: Dr. Angelo's Animal Clinic
"I don't understand. I keep using the rubber brush just like you said, but he keeps trying to eat people?" Mrs. Haversham was in the office again with her miniature owlbear. Personally, I hated owlbears – I thought they were too aggressive to make good pets.
“Mrs. Haversham, when do you use the rubber brush?”
“Why, when he's just tried to bite someone, of course,” the old lady said.
I sighed. “You're encouraging Mr. Cuddles' negative behavior,” I said, struggling to keep my tone as even as possible. “You need to use the rubber brush after he's done something good.” I wrote her a prescription for the owlbear's heartworms and went to my next patient.
A young man was holding a cat-sized pseudodragon in his arms. I checked the charts. “So, what seems to be the problem with Clyde today?” I asked.
“Well, Miss Angelo, I mean, Dr. Angelo, he doesn't have as much energy as he used to and he's just generally no
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FFM 21: Fast and Loose
“I'd just like to apologize for making you bail me out of space jail... again, and for leaving you to be devoured by those hungry Martians.” Lance slurped his milkshake.
Vincent sighed, taking a bite out of his hamburger. “You've really got to be more careful. And as I've already explained, it's racist to call the Seluri 'Martians.'”
“Aw, but it makes for a better story,” Lance said, leaning in across the diner booth. “'Star Doctor Eaten by Martians!' I could see the headline now.”
“Except it's bogus and I am certainly not a star doctor,” Vincent countered. He adjusted his eyepatch.
“You know, I really wish you'd just tell me what happened when you got kidnapped by the Zalbonians,” Lance said off-handedly. “I'm sure it's just like one of those trade paperbacks. Mystery! Suspense!”
“Enough,” Vincent said, his eyes narrowing. “I watched people die. This is not a game.”
Lance
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It's been another short while since I've written a journal entry, so here goes!

I had to get a root canal last week for a tooth that's been bothering me on and off for the past month or so. Apparently I had a hairline fracture inside my tooth :ohnoes: It turned out well though, and I'm going back this week to get it filled in. Luckily, insurance covered most of it. Teeth are expensive :stare:

I didn't do a whole lot for Halloween; my sister, her fiance and I painted pumpkins and we dressed up as Mario, Luigi, and Toad respectively. I won the "most unique" prize at my work's costume contest. (Granted, only like 7 people dressed up, but there you have it.)
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The pumpkin is the Beast from Over the Garden Wall, which we finally watched this year. It was so good! Creepy and strange in a way that took me by surprise.

I watched an anime last week called Death Parade, which I also enjoyed as well (besides the ending, as I felt like it didn't really conclude one of the series plot arcs). It's very intense and violent though, so I'm not sure if I can recommend it to everyone. Also in the middle of reading the Dresden Files; I just finished the third book. Things are starting to get much better in the series and I'm really starting to warm up to the supporting characters.

Besides that, nothing much doing. I can't believe it's almost the end of the year! My sister's fiance has let us know that we'll probably be wrapping up our current D&D campaign (the one that I'm playing Maxim in) by January. It's kind of sad because I've enjoyed playing with Maxim so much, but I've offered to DM the next campaign that we all have together. Since I was going to DM an in-person campaign that didn't quite work out, this will now be the first game that I'll be DMing even though it'll be a while out yet.

DA-wise, the results for the Gauntlet and All Hallow's Tales contests are in. There are some pretty excellent entries for both contests! As for right now, I know LiliWrites is running her Birthday Contest until the end of November. And for all of you knee-deep in NaNo, good luck!

Until next time, doodlerTM out!
Julie strained to hear her friends' voices over the music in the bar. She divided her attention between the trivia going on at the other side of the bar and the conversations in front of her.

“I wish I had known it was Tuesday trivia,” Elaine complained for what felt like the tenth time. Sitting across from Julie, Elaine helped herself to the last slice of her birthday cake.

Julie held her half-drunk beer; the condensation stuck to her hand. “Come on, you've been holding onto that drink for an hour,” Piper said, nudging her from the side.

Julie sighed. “I've got to drive home,” she said as an excuse. She used to go out all the time bar-hopping with her brother, but now it felt like she was forcing herself to be here.

Piper, already quite drunk, got into Julie's face. “Aw, what's going on?” she asked. “Bobbi getting on your nerves?”

Julie laughed. Bobbi was their boss at the call center and all of them hated her. Her list of sins was extensive: Bobbi was lazy, rude, and unhelpful in general. At least they would have a new boss soon.

Julie could normally trash-talk Bobbi all day, but she felt overwhelmed at the moment by all the noise in the bar. With some difficulty, she pried herself from Piper's attention and made her way toward the bathroom.

The women's bathroom was empty. Julie sighed with relief as she turned on the faucet and splashed her face.

Julie saw a flicker of light out of the corner of her eye. Lifting her head to look in the mirror, she immediately regretted it.

Reflected in the mirror was a pale woman with dark eyes. She was wearing a pitch-black hooded robe and in the mirror, she reached out and placed a hand on Julie's shoulder.

Julie whipped around, but there was no one standing beside her.

Only in the mirror.

Julie opened her mouth to scream, only to hear a deep voice say in her ear, “Don't make a sound.”

Julie struggled to even out her breathing and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the woman was still reflected in the mirror.

All of Julie's instincts told her to run, but she was paralyzed by fear. She felt her heart pounding against her chest. In the mirror, the woman slipped her slender hand into her robes, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She slid out a single cigarette and lit it with a small flame that appeared at the tip of her pointer finger.

The woman took a long drag from her cigarette and coughed. “I'd offer you one, but cigs are hard to come by here,” she said lightly. “Also, as you can probably tell, I'm not actually present, as it were. Just a projection.”

Julie stared down at the sink, blinking. “Someone must have slipped something into my drink,” she mumbled. “Something real strong.”

“My dear, I've been watching you all night. No one has spiked your drink,” the reflected woman said.

Julie jerked her head back up to glare into the mirror. “Why have you been watching me, then? Who are you?” A third, unspoken question hung in the air. Would the reflection kill her? Reach through the mirror and choke her or slit her throat? Julie panicked and moved toward the bathroom door.

A bemused expression crept across the face of the woman in the mirror as Julie jiggled the stuck doorknob. “I can't open it!” Julie exclaimed, on the verge of tears. “You've trapped me here!”

“Don't be silly. I just had my servant jam the door temporarily to ensure us a little privacy.” The reflected woman waved the free hand that wasn't holding the cigarette. “I'm not going to harm you. I'm Ereshkigal, and I'd just like to make a deal with you.”

Julie shook her head to clear her mind. “Are you the devil?” she asked. “I thought the devil was supposed to be a man.”

Ereshkigal snorted. “You folks and your supposed notions of gender expectations.” She finished smoking her cigarette and crushed the butt in her palm. “I am the queen of the underworld.”

Now it was Julie's turn to be derisive. “Sure you are.”

“What else could I be? You'd best get creative if you aren't going to believe me.” Ereshkigal rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I came here to talk about your brother.”

Julie was silent for a moment. “What about him?”

“He was never meant to be taken. To die, I mean.”

“Billy?” Julie whispered, her eyes growing wide. For a moment, Julie forgot to breathe. Her younger brother Billy had died in a motorcycle accident less than a month ago. Out of all of Billy's friends and family, Julie had probably had the hardest time dealing with his death. Billy had been more than her brother, he had been her best friend.

Julie looked away. “I don't understand.”

Ereshkigal sighed. “My servants took Billy to my realm when they meant to take someone else. Specifically, someone you know. Your boss, Bobbi.”

Julie resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. “Well, isn't that convenient.”

“It wasn't me, it was the gallu. Bobbi, Billy.. they sound similar I suppose. Demons make mistakes too, you know.” Ereshkigal shrugged. Her eyes narrowed and she snapped her fingers; the mirror began to darken. Huddled in a corner, Billy appeared, looking pale and miserable.

“Billy!” Julie cried out, pressing her hand against the mirror's glass.

Ereshkigal waved her hand and the vision faded. “You can't speak to him now. But you can save him.”

“Save Billy? How?” Julie's fear had quickly turned to desperation.

“Kill Bobbi and I'll bring him back.”

“Why can't you do it yourself? Or have your demons do it?”

“My gallu are only given certain permissions to take people. Which makes situations like these hard to fix.” Ereshkigal folded her arms. “So?”

“You want me to kill someone to get Billy back?” Julie hestitated. “I don't think I could do that.”

“I find that people can do a lot of things they think they can't do, given the proper motivation. Besides, Bobbi was supposed to die, not your brother. Think of it as restoring order.”

Julie pointed at the woman in the mirror. “Bring him back first.”

“Of course I can. But that will put a time limit on your task.” Ereshkigal looked thoughtful. “Quotas must be met, you see.”

“Fine,” Julie said quickly. “Bobbi is leaving in two weeks, anyway.”

“Plenty of time.” Ereshkigal clasped her hands together. “One of my gallu demons will be following you to ensure your progress. You won't be able to see them, but then again, I don't think you'd want to. Oh, and you'll receive a mark, as is customary with these sorts of deals.”

Julie shook her head. “Why would I need a mark?”

“In case you think this is a very strange dream. Action is expected of you, and I'd like to make sure you don't forget it.” Ereshkigal nodded. “I think that's all, then.” She waved a hand and the door unlocked with a click. Her reflection in the mirror disappeared.

“But wait!” Julie called out. “What if I fail?”

Piper walked in just then, grabbing Julie by the arm. “Geez man, what have you been doing in here for so long? We thought you left!”



Julie woke the next morning to the sun shining through her thin curtains. She groaned. She'd had way too much to drink last night after the incident in the bathroom - and she still had to work today.

Julie pushed the covers off and wandered to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. To her surprise, coffee had already been made, with her favorite mug sitting out on the counter. She held the coffee mug in her hands, looking at it curiously.

The sound of footsteps prompted her to look up. Billy had entered the room. “Oh, good morning,  thought I'd stop by since I got up a little early to study for an exam. Made you some coffee, too.”

The cup Julie had been holding shattered to the ground.

Billy looked more confused than anything. “Geez, you look like you've seen a ghost,” he said as he helped her pick up the pieces. Before he had died, Billy had lived close by to Julie, going to community college while Julie worked at the call center. Julie bit back tears, remembering how lonely it had been just after he had died – the apartment had been so empty without him coming around, sleeping over, and hanging out.

Though now, it seemed though he had never gone.

Julie went back to her room and got dressed. As she did, she noticed a little mark on the inside of her big toe – a little black-and-white skull. A marking after all, she thought. There was a noise in the corner of her bedroom, like someone breathing. “Billy,” she yelled out, “you didn't bring anyone else over, did you?”

She already knew the answer, which was no.



The two weeks passed without incident, both faster and slower than Julie had anticipated. Faster, because she was busy with work and also preparing to murder her boss. She'd spent several days agonizing over how she might do it before remembering that Bobbi had a severe allergy to peanuts. That was easy – she would bring a peanut butter sandwich in a baggie to her last monthly meeting with Bobbi. It was almost too easy, which made her a little nervous.

The gallu that she knew was watching her also made her paranoid. At night she could hear it, breathing and rustling in the corner of her bedroom. Many sleepless nights were had as she tried to ignore it but failed as she imagined what the invisible creature was capable of.

The tattoo was also annoying. It burned against her skin every time she passed by Bobbi in the hallway or held an object like a knife or screwdriver. She wondered what would happen to the little skull after she killed Bobbi – would it fade away?

Billy, for his part, was very understanding; he didn't pry nearly as much as Julie thought he would. After Julie had gotten over the shock of having him around again, things felt much more normal. He was busy with his classes and his sports as well – though he definitely did not approve of Julie's new hobby of watching serial killer documentaries.

At last, the day arrived. Bobbi called Julie into her office for the final monthly evaluation. Julie had the peanut butter sandwich in her bag, all ready to go. She was rather proud of herself – even having a plan of how to get Bobbi's life-saving epipen away from her in time. Julie had thought often about Bobbi in the past couple weeks, allowing herself no remorse for the ultimate crime she was about to commit.

It was simple – Billy deserved to live, and Bobbi did not.

Bobbi's office was empty except for a small photo frame on her desk. Julie had never noticed it before, as usually Bobbi's desk was cluttered with knick-knacks.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Julie finally asked, “Are those your kids?”

Bobbi laughed, a nasally chortle that always annoyed Julie. “Oh no, just my niece and nephew. They're four and seven. Never could have kids of my own so I love on these ones as often as I can.” Bobbie talked for another moment or so about them before beginning to address Julie's work performance.

She doesn't deserve them, Julie thought, but it was too late. The floodgate of questions that Julie had held back for the past two weeks came back. Could she really say that Billy's life was worth more than Bobbi's? After all, as annoying and lazy as she was, Bobbi still had people in her life who needed her.

And though she had watch several videos of people going into anphylactic shock, Julie didn't know if she could live with herself if she had to watch someone die from it because of her. Even the worst boss in the world.

Julie did not touch the sandwich in her bag during the entire meeting. Afterwards, she asked to leave work early.

Once home, Julie walked into the kitchen, tossing her keys on the kitchen counter. She grabbed the peanut butter sandwich out of her bag and threw it in the trash. “So there,” she said to the empty apartment. “I couldn't do it. What are you going to do, take Billy back? I won't let you do it.” Julie was breathing heavy, on the verge of tears.

“There is nothing you can do to harm me,” a voice in the corner rasped. Julie's heart leapt into her throat.

There was a shimmer in the air, and Julie saw the gallu for the first time. Ereshkigal was right – she wished it had remained invisible. The dark hulking creature took up the entire corner of the kitchen. Ragged, leathery wings were folded on its back; it stood on goat hooves. Curving horns grew out of its head and an unnaturally wide mouth showcased sharp yellowed teeth. Its' red eyes glowed as it growled, “A soul for a soul. Those were the terms, were they not?”

Julie took several steps backward, but a shiver ran down her spine as she realized there was nowhere to go. She bumped into the wall behind her.

The gallu reached out and grabbed her in one swift motion. The demon's claws dug into Julie's skin, drawing beads of sticky blood. She was lifted clear off the ground, her feet dangling and the gallu's arm pressed hard against her chest.

The gallu bounded across the room and burst through the windows in the living room.

Time seemed to freeze as the glass shattered around Julie and the demon. Shards of glass sliced Julie's skin and face; she kicked the gallu but it was if the demon were made of stone.

The gallu's wings creaked as they hovered for a moment in the air. Then it dove downward. The wind swallowed up Julie's screams and there was a thump as her body hit the ground.

Julie felt her soul ripped out of her body as they continued to fall below the earth, faster and faster still. Now there was no wind, only the tightness of the gallu holding Julie tightly.

They landed at last; however the gallu did not let go. It dragged Julie by her wrist across the jagged ground. Her anguished cries echoed around them in the darkness.

They reached a dimly lit chamber where Ereshkigal sat on a stone throne. The gallu threw Julie at Ereshkigal's feet. Exhausted from her journey, Julie could barely lift her head. “You lied,” she said to Ereshkigal. “You can collect souls whenever you want. You didn't need me at all.”

Ereshkigal looked down at her. “Oh, but I did need you. It was you I wanted all along.” Ereshkigal got up from her stone throne. She crouched down and lifted Julie's chin up with her cold fingers. “But look on the bright side, dear. You've saved Billy.

“And now, you're mine.”
Save Billy
For Memnalar's All Hallow's Tales Contest: memnalar.deviantart.com/journa…

the creature i got was the gallu, demons of the underworld: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gallu
I also used Ereshkigal, the Mesopotamian queen of the underworld: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ereshkig…

clocks in on WordCounter at a bit lengthy 2,545 words.
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hey all! it's been pretty quiet of late. a few things happened since the last time I wrote a journal, so here goes.

My grandpa died a couple weeks ago, so I had a good string of days off filled with travel and family, as well as the funeral. My gramps had been sick for a very long time, but it was still tough. It was the first funeral that me and my sister had to go to for someone that was close. Death is weird and hard, and I don't have many other words for it.

On a happier note, my sister, my sister's friend and I got to see Two Door Cinema Club in concert. Waiting 45 minutes for them to come on after the opener was totally worth it, as they had an epic light show. Here's one of their songs in one of my favorite videos: [link]

Besides that, not much happening. I haven't been reading a whole lot lately - just some poetry and trying to get through American Gods. I started reading The Dresden Files but haven't gotten past the first book.

Oh, I played Firewatch last week - pretty good game, honestly. Made me kind of miss living in the middle of nowhere.

I haven't been writing a whole lot either; my creative energy kind of dropped after Gramps died, but I'm hoping to start working on things soon... prompts and the like. DnD is still something I've been doing regularly though, which is nice. Hopefully this week we'll start a new in-person game which is going to be my first game DMing (besides guest-DMing my regular game with my sister, her fiance and our other friend).

hope you're all doing well and enjoying fall! It's been 90 degrees the past few days here though so I feel a little confused :ohnoes:
a grain of sand
feels bigger, sometimes
than all the progress
I've made.

I squint - and see
that a grain of sand
is still
an object of intricacies
and I look - and watch
a snowflake
becoming part of a snowbank.
a single leaf
joining others
to coat the ground.

if I can measure my growth
in these things,
every day adding
another grain of sand at least -
I may one day
cover the shore.
a grain of sand
what's this? a poem?? for a prompt on goodreads: "baby steps"
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It's been another short while since I've written a journal entry, so here goes!

I had to get a root canal last week for a tooth that's been bothering me on and off for the past month or so. Apparently I had a hairline fracture inside my tooth :ohnoes: It turned out well though, and I'm going back this week to get it filled in. Luckily, insurance covered most of it. Teeth are expensive :stare:

I didn't do a whole lot for Halloween; my sister, her fiance and I painted pumpkins and we dressed up as Mario, Luigi, and Toad respectively. I won the "most unique" prize at my work's costume contest. (Granted, only like 7 people dressed up, but there you have it.)
Toad by doodlerTM      Pumpkin by doodlerTM
The pumpkin is the Beast from Over the Garden Wall, which we finally watched this year. It was so good! Creepy and strange in a way that took me by surprise.

I watched an anime last week called Death Parade, which I also enjoyed as well (besides the ending, as I felt like it didn't really conclude one of the series plot arcs). It's very intense and violent though, so I'm not sure if I can recommend it to everyone. Also in the middle of reading the Dresden Files; I just finished the third book. Things are starting to get much better in the series and I'm really starting to warm up to the supporting characters.

Besides that, nothing much doing. I can't believe it's almost the end of the year! My sister's fiance has let us know that we'll probably be wrapping up our current D&D campaign (the one that I'm playing Maxim in) by January. It's kind of sad because I've enjoyed playing with Maxim so much, but I've offered to DM the next campaign that we all have together. Since I was going to DM an in-person campaign that didn't quite work out, this will now be the first game that I'll be DMing even though it'll be a while out yet.

DA-wise, the results for the Gauntlet and All Hallow's Tales contests are in. There are some pretty excellent entries for both contests! As for right now, I know LiliWrites is running her Birthday Contest until the end of November. And for all of you knee-deep in NaNo, good luck!

Until next time, doodlerTM out!

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Ka-ren Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav )
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vigour-mortis Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Welcome to FlashFictionLives! Happy to have you! Keep your eyes open for the August prompt coming next week!
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WizardandGalaxy Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch!
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doodlerTM Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
'course! :dummy:
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RobertDayson Featured By Owner May 29, 2017  Student Writer
Thank you for the watch!
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