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Misspelling Matters

Word Count: 1295

Prompt: Your daughter has been begging for a pony, and you told her to write a letter to Santa. On Christmas morning, you find a fire-breathing horse in your front yard. Looks like she wrote a letter to Satan, and he delivered.

When you told your daughter to write a letter, you didn’t really think that spelling mistakes mattered.

Now that there’s that thing on your lawn, the spelling mistakes were the only damn thing that mattered.

Waking up to a fire breathing dragon was not your ideal idea of a perfect Christmas morning, that’s for sure.

Lele did a hell of a job writing that damn letter. No pun intended.

When you woke up, you were expecting to see the letter on the table with the milk and cookies that you left out. But instead, you see a pile of ashes, a burnt cookie, and a steaming glass of milk on the dinner table.

Your five year old tugged on your white tee, “Daddy, daddy! Look at the pony outside! Is that for me daddy, is it really for me?”

You couldn't bear to tell Lele no, especially after her damn mother mistreated her for the first year of her life before she was dropped on your doorstep. “Maybe sweetheart. Daddy has to go sort this out, so in the meanwhile can you go play upstairs please?” You prompted your daughter.

“Okay daddy!” She smiled up at you. Because after all, she is and will always be a daddy’s girl.

After you watched her bounce up the stairs, using both hands and feet, you sat at the table and slammed your head down. This was not happening.

You take out your phone and look at the picture you took of the letter last night,

Dear Satan,

My daddy say to rite tis leter to get uh poni, so i wantes to sa PLESE GET ME A PONI PLESE!!! I want hur to be red bcus my dady luves red. PLESE LISEN SATANA! I will luv yu forefer!!!!

-Lele

To you, it was the absolute cutest thing you’ve ever seen. And apparently, it must be up on Satan’s list somewhere if he actually gave Lele the damn horse. You never really believed in God or the Devil, no matter how much your parents had forced Christianity on you when you were younger. But you’d never thought that you would ever come in such close contact with something God has touched, much less the damn Devil.

As you were deep in your thoughts, there was ring at the doorbell. Wary at first, since you weren’t expecting anybody, but considering there was a fire breathing creature in your backyard, a stranger at the door was probably the least of your worries.

When you got to the door, you slowly noticed a warmer air, the doorknob felt hot, and you could detect the heat radiating from the door. Red flags were everywhere, but your burning curiosity was peeking through your soul, so you opened the door. You opened it to see a young woman, her long brown hair was blowing in the windless air, and her beauty was exhilarating. Dressed in all black with a stab of red on her lips, she looked at you and smiled the most disarming smile you’ve seen in a while.

“Hello Dimitri. Have I arrived too late to see my dear Lele encounter her present?”

You looked at her, astonished. Was this actually it? Were you meeting Satan?

“I’m sorry,” you spoke, hiding you quivering fear, “May I ask who you are?”

The woman laughed, “Dimi, I’m one hundred percent sure that you know exactly who I am.”

She then smiled and looked you straight in the eye, and you could’ve sworn her dark brown eyes showed a glint of red, even if it was just for a second.

“Lucifer?” You ask timidly and took a step back in order to shut your door sooner.

Unfortunately, she took that as an invitation into the house, “Exactly.” Satan said with a wink, “I knew your smart Italian brain could handle it.”

She held an outstretched hand, as if she wanted you to shake it, but that’s not possible, why would Satan herself want to sha-

“Hello? It’s a little rude to decline a handshake. Especially with the king of hell.” She scolded me.

You slowly led your hand towards hers. Her hand was hot, but something about her made you hold on for a while.

“I’m sorry,” You voiced after a while, “I’ve never been propositioned for a handshake from Sat-”

She flinched a little, “Please, call me Luci. It’s been a century since I’ve last been called by my formal title.”

“Okay,” You drawled, confused and intrigued. “And why are you at my doorstep this fine Christmas morning, Luci?”

She beamed, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that question.” She walked into the living room and settled on the loveseat. Patting to the spot near her, she looked at you then back at the seat. You wearily sat down next to her, not wanting to go against Sat- Luci’s wishes. “I’m here because, about six years ago, you and I met, actually. We met during a party your business was throwing. One thing led to another and-”

You interrupted her tale with some input, “I get it, we had sex, so what? Don’t you dare fucking tell me that my daughter had Satan’s blood in her.” You stood and started pacing around the room, not being able to stand the thought of your daughter being half devil.

She rose, her eyes now displaying a bright red hue, “I told you not to call me that,” she uttered angrily.

“Well I’m sorry, that I’m a little fucking confused as to who my daughter's mother is,” You borderline shouted, “I thought she was a woman who goes by the name of Lyla, not Lucifer!”

Luci’s eyes calmed down a notch as she spoke softly, but compellingly, “I apologize for not being here the last couple years, but I had business to attend to back in hell.” Her head lowered slowly and she looked at you through her long dark eyelashes, a look Lele used often, “But if you would let me, I would like to spend this year with her before I have to go off and attend to the matters of hell.”

You couldn’t think straight, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I could do that to my daughter.”

“You mean our daughter,” Luci clarified.

“No. I raised her for the past four years. You have no right to barge in here, expecting to see Lele and letting her grow attached to you for a year, just to see you leave again after it’s over. I am not going to let that happen. Not to my daughter.” You stood your ground.

As you finished your sentence, the subject of matter poked her head out form the top of the stairs, “Daddy?” Her sweet voice spoke, “I’m done playing, can I play with my present yet?”

“Not yet sweetheart, can you play for five more minutes? Daddy’s almost done,” You answered your daughter.

“Okay daddy!” She went back into her room, you heard the opening of her toy drawer, and you went back to your conversation.

Luci looked at you in awe, “Was that her,” she whispered to you, “She looks so beautiful.”

“I know,” You spoke proudly, “that’s my daughter.”

A tear fell out of Luci’s eye, “Please, let me play with our daughter, even if it only for today.”

And you decided. Even before she asked, you decided the moment you saw your clueless daughter peek her head out, and see Luci, but not ask any questions.

Yes.

Your answer was yes.

“Okay.”

Lucifer’s smile was filled with joy, as she heard. “Thank you, Dimitri.”

You placed a hand on her delicate shoulder, “This isn’t for you Lucifer. This is for Lele,” You say to her. “Everything I do, is for Lele.”

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Lyrical Madness

Prompt: “You were on your balcony playing music and I was walking past and stopped to listen because I like the song and I want it know what it is.”

             Walking is too much work.

             I just want a goddamn car.

             Walking home from school was never my favorite part on the day. Especially because it’s a bloody twenty-minute walk. Nature doesn’t like me and I don’t like nature, let’s leave it at that.

             Halfway home I hear a song. A good song.

             Trailing off of my usual track, I decide to follow the sound.

             “It’s coming from the left,” I say to myself and listen harder, “NO, the right.” I turn right and walk down the street.

             We’re taking our crown; we’re taking it now.

             Hey, we never look back, we’re uncontainable.

             Fuck. I know this song. But I can’t remember what it is. I need to know what it is. My heart won’t allow me to not find out what this song is.

             I finally find the source of the song.

             I see a guy around my age, maybe older sitting on a chair reading a book, in front of him I see a Bluetooth speaker blasting the song right in front of him.

             I pull out my phone ready to Shazam the fuck out of this song.

             “FUCK!” No battery. Zip. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Kill me now.

             The guy on the balcony was good looking.

             Like, extremely good looking.

            Grow some lady balls Madd. Grow them now.

            I look up to the guy and shout, “HI!”

            He doesn’t reply.

            “Excuse me, I was just wondering what this song is!” I yell at the top of my lungs, but the music was so loud I could barely hear myself.

            So I decided on a different way to get his attention.

            I pick up a rock.

            Okay, maybe not a rock, it’s kind of like a quarter sized pebble.

            I pull my arm back and fling the rock at his shoulder.

            It hit his leg. But got his attention.

            “What the fuck!” he shouts grasping his leg where the pebble hit him, “What the hell was that?” he reaches over to turn off his music and then his gaze shoots straight to me. “Who the hell are you? And who do you think you are throwing rocks at people?” he runs his fingers through his dark hair and glared.

            “Well my name is Maddie. I was walking home, heard your music, then followed the sound to the source which was you.”

           “Yeah, okay. Maddox.” He replies.

           “My name is Maddie.” I emphasize.

           “Yeah, and my name is Maddox. Now why the hell did you throw a rock at 

           “I mean; it was more off a peb-”

           “Why.”

           I grin sheepishly, “Well, your music was really loud and I was wondering what the song was, but you couldn’t hear me so I decided to get your attention by throwing at pebble at you…” I fiddle with my thumbs, “and if you could tell me what that song was, that would be great!”

           His eyes bore into mine, “You threw a rock at me to know what a song was?”

           “Pebble.”

           “You threw a pebble at me to know what a song was? Don’t you have a phone? Couldn’t you have typed the lyrics into Google or Shazam it?”

           I pull my phone out of my pocket and show it to him, “It’s dead. No battery.”

           He sighed and checked his phone, “Uncontainable, by Set It Off.”

           I reach behind me, unzip my backpack and pull out a pen and paper, “Say it again?”

           He clenches his jaw, “Uncontainable, by Set It Off.”

           I quickly scribble it down and shove the paper back into my backpack, “Thanks!” I yell up to him, “I’ll be on my way now, bye Maddox!”

           He waves a hand at me and picks up his book, “Bye.”

           Walking away I realized one thing. I was fucking lost. I wandered all the way to Maddox’s house and now I have no idea how to get back home. And I had no working phone. Fuck. My. Life.

           I head back to Maddox’s house to realize that he turned his music back on at full blast.

           Time to get another roc- I mean pebble.

           Thankfully, I didn’t have to use the rock. He glanced down from his book and saw me.

           He sighs, “What do you want now.”

           I smile awkwardly, “I may or may not have gotten lost while finding the source of the music and I can’t use my phone for maps…”

           He stands up, turns off his music, and walks inside of his house.

           “Wait! What the hell? Why are you leaving?” I sigh and trudge my way to the general vicinity of where I came from.

           Then I hear a car starting, I turn around and see Maddox in a car behind me. He rolls down his window and stops next to me.

           “Get in, what’s your address?” He questions.

           “How do I know you’re not a murderer?” I ask wearily.

           “You don’t,” he retorts.

           Good enough for me.

           “Give me your phone, I’ll type in my address,” I pull open the car door and get in.

           He cradles his phone to his chest, “No.”

           I sigh and hold out my hand, “Phone.”

           “Buckle in first.”

           I buckle my seat belt and hold out my hand once more, “Phone.”

           He reluctantly hands it over and I type my address into maps.

           “Here,” I speak handing it back.

           He puts his phone onto this magnet thing and restarts the car, “You owe me one Maddie.”

           “But I probably won’t see you again,” I laugh.

           “I’m in your AP English.”

           “Whoops.”

           He turns on some music and we drive to my house. Once we get there, I get out and turn around.

           “See you tomorrow?” I say in a questioning tone.

           He lets out a light chuckle, “See you tomorrow.”

Ship name: MadMad

-To Be Continued-

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