Father Miguel walked through the church. His church, it had been for years now.
He heard the rumbling again. From underneath somewhere, deep down. The first time he had thought it was an earthquake, but no one had noticed anything outside the church. It was under him, straight down. It worried him.
Another rumble. Stronger this time, the walls shook, a candle fell on the floor. Could it be… the Devil? Was he coming for him? God knew he had sinned, horrible sins hard to forgive. He had become a priest to control his urges, but it had only made it worse. Now he was surrounded by them every day, so cute and innocent.
The shaking increased. The walls shook, the floor, everything. He backed up towards the door. A crack opened in the floor.
A giant hand broke through… (more)
He held the little gnome up in front of his face. Finally. after years of pranks and disasters, he had him.
-Let me go!
-Let you go? George laughed. -Never! You little bugger…
He put the little man in a jar, trying to find out what to do with him.
It had all started with a broken alarm clock.
He had bought a new one. It broke as well.
Soon he’d lost his job.
Then the panties in the bedroom. Girlfriend gone, and that was just the beginning.
Now the little bastard was caught… (more)
“Welcome to hell!” The Devil had a big smile on his face. “We’re going to get to know each other very, very well.”
John wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d heard about this guy, and he didn’t like what he’d heard.
“Could I please go to the bathroom?” he asked, looking for some kind of escape if even just for a moment.
“There is no bathroom!” He laughed and laughed, echoing through the halls.
It always… (more)
They danced in a clearing in the woods, danced in silence. Seven naked bodies, seven naked souls. Now the oldest … More
Since Christmas is a time for traditions (and I’m on holidays), I’m republishing this story about Santa’s early origins first published the first Christmas here on Fictionspawn Monsters. Happy Yule, everyone!
The celebration of the turn of the darkness had already started. The children were waiting for Odin to come with gifts, as they all thought they had been nice this year, but Freidis knew Solvar had not. No one else knew, she hadn’t told anyone.
Solvar looked at her with a nasty grin. He knew as well. He knew. And he would do it again, she was sure of it. She hated him, but most of all she was scared. He would not get any gifts this year, she thought…
-Hey! I’ll make you a deal, said Espen from the troll’s hand. Let’s have a singing contest. If you can sing louder and stronger than me, we’ll not only let you eat us, but we’ll even prepare ourselves as the most pleasant meal you’ll ever have. You see, I’m the head chef of the King’s kitchen, and these two are my main assistants.
-What? We’re not – Ouch!
The Ashlad kept talking as his brother Per held his leg. -If you lose, well, you’ll just eat us as you always eat humans.
The troll rubbed his beard for a long while. He tried to figure out why the little creatures would go into such a bet, but soon he forgot all about it. He did want to find out what kind of meal these three cooks could create…