Evan Quinlan

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The Lovely Q

In Drabbles, Poetry, Short Stories on January 27, 2015 at 6:51 pm

She’s a rare letter.

It’s hard to think of ways to describe her, like when you play Scrabble and you could get a load of points if only some impossible word were real. You can try to will that word into existence, but when she looks it up in her dictionary it won’t count for much. So you have to try your best with what you have.

She has pleasant curves.

There’s that beautiful, shapely leg.

When you see her you want to say something smart but you can only make a kind of pathetic hissing noise in the back of your mouth. She’s the kind of girl who does that to you.

Oh, there’s a string of adjectives to try… quick-witted, equal to none, quivering (like an aspen), quintessential the-girl-you-love.

In the end, what makes you so lucky is,

she goes well with you.

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I Had the Strangest Dream

In Drabbles, Fiction, Short Stories on January 27, 2015 at 6:33 pm

Yesterday morning you told me about all about your dream, but I didn’t listen. I tried to pay attention, but coffee beckoned. You said something about poison…? A conspiracy…? Superheroes, and how you had to fake your death. That was enough; I didn’t need the details, so I nodded and went into the kitchen.

People say about mirrors, maybe that other world is real, but it doesn’t scare you because you know.

…I don’t have much longer; I heard feet landing on the roof. It might be Superman, or Spider-Man, or any of them. They’re all here, and they’re all after me.

It’s been two weeks. The details are complex; the plot in which I am embroiled cannot be described on a single used napkin.

They’re coming. I need to escape. Or I need to make them think I’m already dead.

I wish I’d listened.

Undermine

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on April 5, 2013 at 1:24 pm

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s upcoming short film Devil May Care, currently accepting donations. Contribute and be part of the magic!


“So,” said Death, “You live in the basement of a vacant church.”

“That’s right,” said Lucifer.  “Home sweet home.”

“Does it hurt?  Can you even touch the walls?”

“Actually,” replied Lucifer, “I find this place quite comfortable.  For two reasons.”  He held up two fingers.

Death just looked at him.

“Guess,” Lucifer said.

“Alright.  The first reason is… spite.”

“Usually, yes.  But not now.  I’m trying to be good.”

“Okay, then.  You like things that have fallen from faith.”

“Bingo.  And second?”

“You feel at home living far below God.”

Lucifer thought.

“I was gonna say ‘no landlord,’ but… yeah.”

Homeless

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 18, 2013 at 9:23 pm

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


On Earth angels and demons walked free and Lucifer found that a bother.  Earth made him feel closer to Heaven, for which he longed, but Heaven was closed and Hell wasn’t home so Lucifer made do with Earth.  But he needed a hideaway.

At first he felt a pull toward the homeless, thinking they’d understand.  But the homeless made poor cohorts and he toyed with them more often than identified with them.

Home.

“You live here?” Lucifer’s date asked.

“Yes.  Come in,” he said.

So the woman stepped through the door into the basement of what had once been a church.

Cutting Losses

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 12, 2013 at 11:20 am

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


“Spare change?”

The girl held her hand toward Lucifer.

“What constitutes ‘spare change’?”  Lucifer asked.

“Um… you don’t want it anymore.”

“Ah.  Then you and I are spare change.”

The girl looked perplexed.

“But,” said Lucifer, “I’m going to fix two problems at once.”

He produced a check for $6.16 million.

“I’ll give you the spare change you want.  Then society will want you.”

He handed her the check.

“Now give me your blessing, mortal.  I need points upstairs.  Trying to change.”

But the girl walked away.

“Hey!” Lucifer called, but she turned a corner.

So he shrugged.  And took her soul.

The Devil May Care

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 8, 2013 at 9:24 am

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


Hell hasn’t existed forever.  Many think it’s the Yin to Heaven’s Yang but that’s mixing mythologies.  There is a Yin; it’s called Eternal Darkness.  But it never became Hell until Lucifer arrived.  It will revert when he leaves.

Make no mistake: Hell is a punishment devised by God for a single angel and it follows him everywhere.  Everyone knows he can’t escape it.

But not poor Lucifer, who wants so badly to return to Heaven.

Don’t cry, Lou.  You don’t mean to be evil.  It’s just your punishment.

Put down that man’s head, Lou.

You’ll sooner die than be forgiven.

On the Rocks

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 7, 2013 at 11:30 am

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


“Needless to say, the Almighty Father crushed my little rebellion and banished me to eternal darkness.  I made it work for me, but ruling over hordes of miserable people gets old.  Now I seek to return home, to Heaven.”

“Wow,” says the bartender.  “That’s some shit.”

“Yeah.  Now comfort me,” says Lucifer.

The bartender mixes him some comfort.

“This is delicious,” Lucifer says. “What’s it called?”

“A Little Piece of Heaven.”  The bartender winks.

Lucifer’s eyes glow red.

“Are you… kidding me with this…?” he says, voice escalating.

The glass shatters.  The bartender screams.

“DO YOU THINK”—Lucifer stands—”THIS IS FUNNY, MORTAL?”

First Confession

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 6, 2013 at 10:00 am

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


“So that’s what I do,” said the bartender.  “Everyone who comes in here, I listen.  And no matter what horrible shit they’ve done, I tell them everything’s gonna be okay and I give them one on the house.”

“So,” said the man at the bar.  “You’re like a priest, except you give away false absolution and booze, all at no spiritual cost?”

“Pretty much.”

The man at the bar smiled.

“That makes you, like, my kind of priest.”

“You got a story, then?” the bartender asked.

“Oh yeah,” replied Lucifer, “I do.  So listen closely, it’s one hell of a tale.”

Poor, Poor Devil

In Drabbles, Fan Fiction, Fiction, Short Stories on March 5, 2013 at 1:20 pm

This is part of a series of 27 drabbles inspired by Kyle Johannessen’s short film Devil May Care, currently open for funding at indiegogo.com.


Aw, look at his big eyes and adorable trench coat!  Look at the scruff on his precious little face he grew as a cry for help!  Maybe we should let him in?

I don’t think Dad would like it.

You’re right, but still.  He’s so adorable.

He’s flipping us the bird.

Oh, so he is.

I can see why Dad keeps him out.

I wouldn’t let in a dog that bit me, either.

“Are you two done talking?” Lucifer said. “If so, you’re blocking the door and I need a drink.”

The angels stepped aside and The Devil entered the bar.

Idyl

In Drabbles, Poetry on January 31, 2013 at 9:44 am

The air today tugs my heart toward misty places where sheer rock walls rise around wet grass and short, twisted trees that I may climb or sit under.  Nearby drops of water settle upon the surface of a pool and I can lean over to see myself in the ripples.  The air is cool beneath a rock overhang but a breeze freshens it with the smell of tree bark in rain.  The sky is overcast and beneath it, sitting on a log or a stump, I write, write, write, and my imaginings perch upon the stony ledges, sentinels of the dream.