(A continuation of last week's story,
here.)
It is raining. I am unused to rain. I mean, real rain - wet rain. In Pandemonium, you get your
sulfurous suppurations, your flaming hail, your stalactitical discharges - but never good, honest rain. I am in Baltimore, and I am being profoundly unprofessional.
“I think she’s adorable,” he’s telling
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I love the energy and the pace of this. The dialogue is great.
The change-of-heart is abrupt. Any way we can get some sort of sense that he's having second thoughts before it happens? Otherwise, I'm left wondering what made him change his mind. He's a demon, after all. Why should he care?
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As long as you tell me another story about frogs.
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I hate Peter Gabriel, though.
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I really really like Peter Gabriel. Insult him again and you're never getting bread.
-D
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It was [a] midday office party. missing 'a'
into his car, and we start driving comma seems unnecessary
(You'll take....) Confused by the parentheses. They don't show up anywhere else in the piece.
Otherwise, the piece looks pretty clean. Kudos!
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Lines I found "priceless":
It feels like bugs, but in the good way.
We are nearly at his car - a Civic. He seems the type: small, gentle-faced, concerned. I think I hate him.
As a Honda Civic driver, I chuckled. you may have somehting there with the typecasting.
I loved the ending... Funny and a little insane like the rest of your writing. However I'm with some one else who commented: why the change of heart?
Not that it doesn't work... but your protagonist never tips his hand as to why. I think we need to see more to understand what changed his mind. Hell as a bureauocracy.. makes sense to me.
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-D
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