“Safety
first!”
Evel
Knievel* #quote
What happens
when you cross zombies with four-wheel drive and polka music? I heard
it was the start of a recipe for a balanced breakfast. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
The Demon's
Paintings
Everyday the
demon painted. His work was some of the most shocking in all the
Underworld. Other demons were appalled by his fascination with the
strange and deviant subject matter he painted. But what he painted is
what made him famous and what made the demons flock to any art shows
that displayed his works. There were different artists that painted
what he did, but they were only half-hearted, often incomplete
attempts as the effort to go see the subject matter first-hand was
difficult, an almost impossible task that would often drive demons
mad.
The demon
painted humans. He would go to the human world to paint them, which
would require him to take human form something maddening in of
itself. Then to socially blend in and draw them in their normal
states. It was something that the other demons could hardly
understand. How could he resist going on any sort of rampage? It was
always instinct for demons to kill. And how could the demon possibly
see to paint with only two eyes instead of his usual four? He did
such quality work with only two! Other demons had gone mad from the
loss of some of there senses. Very few demons could understand any of
it as every aspect of the human world was strange and maddening from
its bright colors to the way the humans acted with their smiles and
other expressions.
But somehow the
demon immersed himself and painted that world and brought the madness
of the human world to the Underworld. Somehow this demon was able to
tolerate the horror and paint it for all to see. Then the more
rebellious youth started emulating the madness in the paintings and
smiled themselves. When the demon painter began to notice this he
himself smiled, as that was the purpose of his painting, to teach the
Underworld of humanity's happy madness.
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