Satan's Request for Starbucks

Tue, Sep 5, 9:00 PM (7 days ago).

Even though she didn't think it was possible, there it was in her inbox: the message that broke her in so many ways.

Listen up, the way you write stinks. Every chance I get, I make fun of them. You're an idiot. The only thing I like about you is that you worship me, so do that again. I can't take any more of your stupid nonsense. 

It wasn't so much that he moved on; people come and go, it was the way he did it that was brutal.

The message came across as immature because it was told like a five-year-old. Its mean-spirited goal was to hurt her deeply. There was a lot of stress in the air. 

But these were not what made her who she was. She thought maybe people from the busy streets of Compton who, because of their unique situations, found this way of life bearable and even admirable. No matter what they showed the world, they were still the same at their core. No matter how well they dressed, their real nature was always just below the surface. 

So it was. It was a sad truth that weighed heavily on his heart, because he knew, deep down, that the sad reality that was happening in front of him was also true. He was sitting by himself, his tired eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass.

The weight of his actions hung heavy in the air, but the intoxicating allure of the booze whispered promises of forgiveness. With each sip, the lines between right and wrong became fuzzy, and morals became less clear. Even though he was drunk, he found comfort in his thoughts. His voice was full of defiance, and there was a hint of disobedience in what he said.  

He got into her life by pretending to be a friend who was very interested in the writing. At that moment, he let her into his life and invited her to discover the depths of who he was. She never, not even for a split second, thought that he wasn't being honest. She had no idea that she had met the true definition of a clever jerk. As they say, "the real deal." 

As the sun started to set behind the rough hills of the mountainous landscape, he found himself driving on the winding roads of the South. The road turned and turned, and his mind wandered. He thought about how big the universe was and how everything was linked. The solitude of the mountains seemed to make him want to connect with people even more. It was as if the tall peaks were quietly telling him to bring strangers together.

They talked through the ethereal realm of the phone and the digital realm of email. He called her number over and over again. They always discussed their shared love of writing short stories seriously. Each worked hard at what they did and knew how important it was to tell a good story.

It's hard to believe that a few well-placed words on a page can do so much damage to a person. She had made a deal with a man but had given the Starbucks cards to Satan. She was the fool. He probably laughed all the way to his Mocha Cappuccinos.

In the world of people, there is a strange group of people who have the nerve to say hurtful things while pretending to be Christian. Such beings show how deep moral contradictions can go in the human soul. 

The sound of the hit echoed through the air, and it was louder and more painful than any other sting. It had a sneaky quality like it was wrapped in the very spirit of evil, like the old scrolls that Satan himself wrote. 

In the long past of humanity, it has been seen that difficult times often lead to the most profound insights into the nature of life. She found herself in the grips of a vile and disgusting vortex of evil. 

She never dreamt adults could behave so badly. She learned well. It was never to happen again to her, since now she knew what it looked like.