A random piece inspired by a generally messed up weather situation.   I shivered beneath the covers, aware of the horned fellow with cloven hooves beside my bed. "Make it quick, foul demon..." I said, defiantly. "If it is to hell you wish to take me." The strange, little creature laughed. "I'm not the devil." … Continue reading The Lie-in, the Witch, and the Wardrobe