On Honeymoons and Wild PartiesA Hell's Bells! story.~~~~~~~Deep in the bowels of the Earth, there was a cavern. In that cavern, there was a desk, and at that desk sat a woman. Or at least, what would be considered a woman if it weren't for the two horns protruding from her forehead and the small, almost cartoonish wings sprouting from her shoulder-blades.The woman tapped her pen on the pile of paperwork on her desk and drummed her fingers on her cheek. She hummed a fragment of a tune for a bit, before she came to a bar she didn't know. She cast her gaze over the piece of paper in front of her."Request for Leave of Absence", it read in large letters across the top. It was partially filled in, with small, neat block capitals. The woman ran her finger down the side of the paper, until she found the line that read, "Reason for absence". Slowly and carefully, she filled in the word "HONEYMOON".She sighed and glanced up at the silver-framed photograph stood next to her pot of pens. Smiling up at her were two people.
WFSO PreludeWritings From a Small Office Prelude - Out Recruitin'~~~~~~~You are sitting at your desk, gleefully examining your vast collection of badly-named Trent Reznor pics, when there is a flash and a bang and two boys materialise on your bed. Since this is not an everyday occurance, and since one of the boys is banging his fist on a device of some kind and swearing loudly and colourfully in several different languages, you are understandably somewhat unsettled. The situation is not vastly improved by the other boy grinning at you from behind a mop of dark hair and saying:"Boo!"You are considering the viability of a hasty retreat via the window, when the older boy ceases his attack on the strange device and also grins, albeit in a somewhat rabid fashion that gives the rather worrying impression that he is about to go for your throat."Hey," he says, still grinning worryingly. "I'm Lucifer, although you can call me Luke if you struggle with long words, and that lil emo thing is Belial. Say
Writings from a Small Office 2Llrael and Yahweh Strike Again~~~~~~~~~~Your IM bleeps at you, and you blink in confusion at the screen. What is this girl talking about? She's going on and on about someone called Porridge, who seems to be both male and female at the same time. This is more than your brain can handle, so you react the only way you know how.LOL, you type. KKFar far away, beyond the extents of the universe, someone screams.***********Far away, across time, space and tense changes, in an office-like room, it was quiet. Too quiet. Painfully quiet, in fact. Even the computer on the desk had ceased its screeching. Had this been a cartoon, you would have been able to hear the sound of cicadas in the distance. But it was not, and the silence grew heavier and heavier, until..."AAAARGH!!!!" screamed a teenage girl from her position in front of the computer. Her companion, sitting in the corner reading, hurriedly ducked a flying exclamation mark."Gah! What is it now?" she cried, groping about in the floo