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Authors: Debora Geary, Nichole Chase, Nathan Lowell, Barbra Annino, T. L. Haddix, Camille Laguire, Heather Marie Adkins, Julie Christensen, A. J. Braithwaite, Asher MacDonald
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sentence has been temporarily suspended. You’ve been reassigned to manually stoke the fires until regular systems have been restored. To meet the demands of the cheap workforce, we’ve supplemented the appropriate protective attire with gag gifts from the haloers upstairs. We apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your cooperation.”
He put a check mark beside my name on his clipboard. The stitches evaporated from my lips and the swelling reduced. I gasped in a breath of air strangely scented like mothballs.
I was angry. Seething. Apoplectic! They’d tricked me by flashing me all those hot, bunnied-up strumpets. And now this!
“I won’t lift a shovel for you!” I raged indignantly. “Who do you think I am? I don’t even speak spanglish!”
The li’l devil arched an eyebrow. Steam puffed out of his nostrils. He shifted and I flinched.
He laughed. Fanged teeth dripped sulfuric saliva. A merry twinkle lit his eyes. “You’ll get along just fine here.”
Then his tail coiled around my leg, swooped me up, and tossed me through the privacy curtain. Dozens of grubby li’l hands oiled me, perfumed me (why?), and dressed me in fuzzy pajamas with feet and a hoodie. They buckled on boots, lit a match, and gave me a swift kick out some blackout curtains. When I emerged, I was speeding down the slope, trailing flames from my backside, and wondering what in hell was bouncing on my head and sloshing against my chest. I glanced down to see what gag-gift supplement they’d anchored me with and found…
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHH!”
Pfft.
Randi Rogue is an award-winning writer expecting the release of her first urban fantasy novel in fall 2011. Discover more about her writings as well as her (hopefully) adorkable idiosyncrasies at www.randirogue.blogspot.com .
Pink Snowbunnies Acrostic
By Molly Black
Perhaps it’s true
In some other place
Not seen by us
Keeping its secrets
Sharing them with no one
Nights are bright
Over flame lit snow
Wild fires burning
But consuming nothing
Until the day
Never anticipated
New beings arise
Ice whipped
Eternally cold
Still seeking warmth
Searching for love
Knowing for some
It will never be
It will never grow
Not until
Heaven intercedes
Eternity ends
Letting life escape
Letting loose….
The pink snowbunnies of hell.
Molly Black does not exist. If she did, she might like chocolate and ice cream, or maybe not.
Don’t Mess with the Meadow
By Rex Jameson
Cassandra licked the pink fur on the back of her paw and groomed her face while she leaned against a smoldering pillar. Her mark hadn’t shown himself yet. She might have to flush him out.
She unzipped her tight, insulated black leather pants, pulled them down past her legs, and threw them into a pool of magma. A short, gangly demon walked past her, and his eyes grew wide as he turned around and gawked at her. He continued to stumble down the fiery corridor backward.
She smiled, licked her paw, and slowly stroked back her ears.
“You seen Suen around here, handsome?”
“N…no, ma’am,” he stammered. “He would probably be back that way.”
But she knew where Suen was. He was in the boss man’s room right in front of her. She had watched him go in.
“Oh, thank you, sugar,” Cassandra said as she removed her leather jacket and white shirt, exposing her soft white belly. She grinned at the low-ranking imp and was extra careful not to expose her pointed teeth. When chasing a bounty into the depths of hell, it’s wise to maintain as much surprise as possible. Best for him to think she was another lost soul from the Meadow.
She resumed watching the devil’s door to make sure she hadn’t missed her target. When she looked back over her shoulder, the small demon was gone.
Without her jacket and pants on, the heat was getting to her. Her downy layers misted over in glistening sweat, making her uncomfortable, but a soldier demon
He put a check mark beside my name on his clipboard. The stitches evaporated from my lips and the swelling reduced. I gasped in a breath of air strangely scented like mothballs.
I was angry. Seething. Apoplectic! They’d tricked me by flashing me all those hot, bunnied-up strumpets. And now this!
“I won’t lift a shovel for you!” I raged indignantly. “Who do you think I am? I don’t even speak spanglish!”
The li’l devil arched an eyebrow. Steam puffed out of his nostrils. He shifted and I flinched.
He laughed. Fanged teeth dripped sulfuric saliva. A merry twinkle lit his eyes. “You’ll get along just fine here.”
Then his tail coiled around my leg, swooped me up, and tossed me through the privacy curtain. Dozens of grubby li’l hands oiled me, perfumed me (why?), and dressed me in fuzzy pajamas with feet and a hoodie. They buckled on boots, lit a match, and gave me a swift kick out some blackout curtains. When I emerged, I was speeding down the slope, trailing flames from my backside, and wondering what in hell was bouncing on my head and sloshing against my chest. I glanced down to see what gag-gift supplement they’d anchored me with and found…
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHH!”
Pfft.
Randi Rogue is an award-winning writer expecting the release of her first urban fantasy novel in fall 2011. Discover more about her writings as well as her (hopefully) adorkable idiosyncrasies at www.randirogue.blogspot.com .
Pink Snowbunnies Acrostic
By Molly Black
Perhaps it’s true
In some other place
Not seen by us
Keeping its secrets
Sharing them with no one
Nights are bright
Over flame lit snow
Wild fires burning
But consuming nothing
Until the day
Never anticipated
New beings arise
Ice whipped
Eternally cold
Still seeking warmth
Searching for love
Knowing for some
It will never be
It will never grow
Not until
Heaven intercedes
Eternity ends
Letting life escape
Letting loose….
The pink snowbunnies of hell.
Molly Black does not exist. If she did, she might like chocolate and ice cream, or maybe not.
Don’t Mess with the Meadow
By Rex Jameson
Cassandra licked the pink fur on the back of her paw and groomed her face while she leaned against a smoldering pillar. Her mark hadn’t shown himself yet. She might have to flush him out.
She unzipped her tight, insulated black leather pants, pulled them down past her legs, and threw them into a pool of magma. A short, gangly demon walked past her, and his eyes grew wide as he turned around and gawked at her. He continued to stumble down the fiery corridor backward.
She smiled, licked her paw, and slowly stroked back her ears.
“You seen Suen around here, handsome?”
“N…no, ma’am,” he stammered. “He would probably be back that way.”
But she knew where Suen was. He was in the boss man’s room right in front of her. She had watched him go in.
“Oh, thank you, sugar,” Cassandra said as she removed her leather jacket and white shirt, exposing her soft white belly. She grinned at the low-ranking imp and was extra careful not to expose her pointed teeth. When chasing a bounty into the depths of hell, it’s wise to maintain as much surprise as possible. Best for him to think she was another lost soul from the Meadow.
She resumed watching the devil’s door to make sure she hadn’t missed her target. When she looked back over her shoulder, the small demon was gone.
Without her jacket and pants on, the heat was getting to her. Her downy layers misted over in glistening sweat, making her uncomfortable, but a soldier demon
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