Soul (an acrostic poem)

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Sold that ratty old thing on the black market

Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting

Until they took possession.  Buyers beware.

Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.

Demon Slayer (a 100 word story)

I put one more shovelful of dirt over her grave.  The ground looks like hell, and it should.  She was a demon that possessed me.  I worry about her being found and released from her grave to haunt me.  I can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance, though for a moment I worry it is the armies of Hell with her as their general coming to exact revenge.  I laugh at the storm and pull out my gun.  I have killed the devil.  I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger to receive my reward.