This is so much longer than a five minute freewrite! I had a good time though, as you will be able to tell. What I did this round was take this prompt from the freewrite and added another prompt giving to me earlier in the day. Combining the two, the below piece flowed out like water traveling down a stream. (I really wish the creative juices would flow this easy all the time! haha! But, then again, it would be special.)
Enjoy
I Sold My Soul to the Devil
I sold my soul to the devil. Now he comes every day and night and begs me to take it back. This happens every time I sit down to eat lentil soup. Maybe I should stop eating the one thing that brings me joy but it is so hard to let go of my comfort food.
He sits at the gate outside of my room and wines like a cat on Christmas after having found the leftover party Merlot bottle, "Please, let me give you your soul back."
I close the window and then the curtains. He lights the curtains on fire with a point of his trident to prove once more that he will out-smart me. Pouring water on the flames increased the flame's intensity. I like the heat. This makes him mad.
I shout for him to go away but he complains that the horsemen will take him away. To where? I don't know. This is where I plug my ears because I've got my own problems to worry about, like where is my next meal? I can feel my lentils getting cold as the tempature in the room drops, my connection is that deep to the savory food.
He swears he's going to freeze me out. He knows about the cold in my youth that terrified me so, but none of that mess bothers me now. I've faced my fear the day I gave away my soul. I adjust to the cold.
He will try anything to get me to renege on our contract. He has my soul fair and square. Now he wants to give it back? How could this be?
The devil wanted more and more and more. His appetite was insatiable. He didn't quit when he had enough. Nothing that he ever did fed the meteor-sized hole barred deep down within his soul. No, I'm sure my soul plugged that up for him and now he feels congested and sick.
Man, he's really back to give me back my soul.
Not a very fair trade if you ask me. I look around the huge castle that has waiters and waitresses around for my every need. I've got a garden that never needs watering. I've got a hat, a funky hat that makes me look like James Brown. No, why would I ever leave this place?
The devil begs me to give him back his soul in the midnight hours when I'm catching some zees. He interupts my dreams with my grandmother doing some crazy shit that no grandson should see with the naked eye. The devil squeezes out the slapping, squishing sound that makes my ear hairs want to close like a peddle for the night.
I can't say that I miss human life. My wife was taken, kids left and gone, dog - where did that thing go? - house went to the bank, the neighborhood went to the drugs, the sky went to the government. Sure, there was a little light at the end of somebody's tunnel but I wasn't that lucky.
Now, I have everything. Time has no bounds on me. The devil claimed he is trapped in one dimension of space. Why should I care?
The devil wants to give me back my soul so bad that he conjures up games that he thinks that I might enjoy. I say to him, "Those were so yesterday; I've got new toys." He pouts and huffs.
Nothing he can do about. I won't resign the contract that would take back my word. He said it was binding, that there was no going back. So there is nothing more to say because I am a man of my word.
The End
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