Saint Lucifer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Team Rocket” by Saint Lucifer

I’m a fish in a tin can. Except I’m no fish. Or dead. Or pickled. But it doesn’t change the fact I’m stuck in a tin can. Next to me sat Ms. Gyver; engineer by profession and arsonist by hobby, doing nothing else than blasting bombs and jiggling like a child when they blow up and turn rock into sand. How much of Earth’s history is destroyed by her exuberant impulse to play? Hidden gems, artifacts and fossils buried for bi...

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“Accounting for Cum” by Saint Lucifer

I stood, arm leaned against the bar and gazed around like a predator searching for game. The room packed with people drinking, dancing and laughing. I drowned the odor of sweat, liquor and too much perfume with the flavor of cheap whiskey. Two things I enjoyed going to places where nobody knew me: 1. I don’t know anyone and 2. The likelihood of meeting them again is slim as a supermodel. ...

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“Between Angels and Insects” by Saint Lucifer

Submitted to Contest #92

“C’mon, let’s go hiking.” I said, already loading the backpack. “Hiking?” she asked, her dark brows furrowed in suspicion. “You hate hiking. The only time you would walk for leisure is between the couch and fridge.” “Wrong. That is for pleasure.” I looked up at her and saw her smiling. “I know you love hiking. And today will be your special day.” “My special day? Is it my birthday? ...

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“Burning Books” by Saint Lucifer

Submitted to Contest #91

My mom moved here before my time had come, meaning I was still in the making. She said my dad was a Greek God, but as it is with Gods on Earth, they are not prone to stay when it comes to paying child support. So I grew up between these funny people who built their own little country inside Germany. They adapted a lot of things from their surrounding neighbors, like expensive cars, Bratwurst and Football. Their cultural ...

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“The broken tree” by Saint Lucifer

Submitted to Contest #89

Monday, March 28th I loved getting home from work. Ever since my neighbors agreed to child’s labor and let their son cut my lawn and bushes, I could finally enjoy the sight of my house. It’s a small bungalow with a large front yard and a single tree in the center. I planted the tree years ago, thinking that once in the future my children can sit there, back against the trunk and reading a book. Or maki...

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“Root of an idea” by Saint Lucifer

Submitted to Contest #88

“It has to be you.” The old man said in a harsh, subdued tone. “The King will remember you.” The meeting was held near the towns square. In the only barn that was not facing the main street. A single candle was lit, bathing the old wooden building in more shadows than light. Around the candle 5 men were crouching. The elders sat on crates so they did not have to put up the struggle of getting up from the straw co...

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“Human Fools” by Saint Lucifer

Submitted to Contest #87

“No, really, Satan. You are the worst!” Loki said with a contagious grin. “Me? What? Why? I didn’t do anything!” Lucifer looked up from his phone and wondered why he was laughing at him. It was the bi-centennial meeting of Gods in Valhalla, where Lokis Stepfather Odin was welcoming all 70 Gods, that really existed on Earth. These gatherings have always been a big celebration.

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Author bio

Once an accomplishment member in the corporate world, later undervalued as a minion with a number rather than a name. The author chose freedom and choice, over money and security. He walked away from home and his past. For thousands of kilometers he continued to search for meaning, for passion and a future worth living. Crossing 5 countries by foot he found happiness, love and an island to settle down. With only a laptop, worth more than his entire belongings and the love for words stringed together, writing became the only currency he strifed for.