Sacrifice

“you chose to get pregnant, you shouldn’t complain about it”

“you should just be glad your baby is healthy”

“you’re tired now? It’ll be ten times worse when he arrives!”

It doesn’t matter how excited I am, my body still aches.

It doesn’t matter how long I prayed for this, it’s frustrating to have to wake up multiple times a night to waddle to the bathroom

It doesn’t matter what I sacrificed for this, it’s  getting tedious hearing the rapturous voice of the unborn repeating his dark plans for ascent.

Just let me complain, sheesh.

Two Sentence Stories (part 25)

Hearing the birds landing on the roof, Joe smiled at his perfected business model: selling people pet birds that were trained to return to him.

Sleeping soundly, Joe did not smell the smoke or feel the flames that spread from the device tied to the pigeon’s leg.


The seating chart was terrible and made no sense to anyone but the host, who insisted everyone take their seat and raise a toast.

Michael, Olivia, Liam, Omar, Charles and Helen all raised their glasses.


Two stars

⭐⭐

This recipe just didn’t work for me. I followed everything exactly, thought I had to convert the measurements into cups since my measuring cups don’t show millilitres.

The only reason I can think of that mine didn’t work is that I used egg for the binding agent. I was worried about it boiling over before I could put the blood in, but I know I read they work the same.

The demon I summoned only appears in my dreams. He shows me all the ways I could die the next day while laughing. Two stars, since I guess it’s another way to outlive my enemies.

Next time I’ll try a different recipe to summon a vengeance demon.

Baby Shower game idea

You’ll need: plain newborn onesies, fabric markers, and prizes

The game: guests draw designs on the onesies, with prizes for funniest, best design, etc.

The best part is that in those early days of late nights, when you’re changing your baby for the fifth time, you’ll see a fun design that reminds you of a loved one!

Agatha stared at the empty change table where her baby had just been lying. Frowning, her finger traced the charred lines of the demonic sigil now burned into the mattress. It was reversed of course, transferred from the back of the onesie she had just dressed little Lucy in. She’d only looked at the front as she grabbed it from the pile:

       Property of _______

She thought it had been a boring design. She should have known to check the back. It was a basic rule: anything can be a contract, provided it’s signed. It’s your responsibility to inspect the entire document.

The needle hidden under the zipper was a cheap move, but it had drawn enough blood to stain the onesie, sealing the contract.

Agatha sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, avoiding the wart. She shouldn’t have invited demons to her baby shower, but she’d gone overboard on her gift registry and wanted to pad the numbers. After all, it had been the first firstborn child she’d successfully bargained for.

The next time she traded witchcraft for a baby, she’d just ask for gift cards.