Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #29

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

Boom. He must have some special skills for the devil to return his soul. What could those skills be and what has Lucifer gotten into? Did someone kidnap Luci’s daughter and he’s calling on badass Liam Neeson for help? Does Luci have a psycho girlfriend, truly more evil than himself, and he needs Jason Momoa’s sexy, hunkiness to distract her away from his lair in hell? Had Luci written a book and he needs a hand navigating Amazon’s infernal algorithms?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.

3 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #29

  1. jeff7salter says:

    To say Dwight was shocked would be the understatement of the underworld. Just as in the case of the Devil and Daniel Webster, young Dwight was still among the living… and he lived in constant dread of the torment which awaited him down below.
    Needless to say, when Old Scratch appeared — with that suggestion that their contract might be re-negotiated — Dwight was thrilled.
    “Anything,” he said. “I’d sell my soul to get my soul back.”
    Beelzebub smiled grimly. “That’s what got you into trouble before.”
    “Oh yeah. I forgot. So what’s this new deal you mentioned?”
    “Quite simple, Dwight. I entered into a little contest recently with a good ole boy down in Georgia. And it had a disagreeable outcome.”
    Dwight couldn’t imagine Old Scratch contesting anything with anyone, so he inquired.
    “Stupid, really. I was bragging… the boy was bragging… and things got out of hand.”
    “What were you bragging about?” asked Dwight earnestly.
    “I guess you could say music.”
    “You were playing ‘Name That Tune’ with a Georgia cracker?”
    “No, We were playing, but it was fiddle music.”
    “The Georgia Reel?”
    “No,” replied Beelzebub. “I’d bet him that I could play a meaner fiddle then he could.”
    Dwight, assuming nobody could be meaner — or play meaner — than Old Scratch, innocently asked, “So who won?”
    “The boy from Georgia. Johnny was his name.”
    “So what’s this got to do with me?”
    “I need you do ease on down to Georgia and get back what I lost.”
    “And if I retrieve your possession, you’ll release the contract on my soul?”
    the devil nodded assent.
    “What did you lose?”
    “A golden fiddle.”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    As soon as I read “good ole boy down in Georgia”, I laughed. Yup, I remember this song. My parents at one time had high hopes that I’d learn the song on my violin. I think I’d have had to sell my soul to learn it.

    Great story, Jeff!

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    I love that song

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