Creative Writing Collection

Sell my Soul

I would do it. In the blink of an eye, or a heartbeat. Don’t even ask, because the answer is yes. A raging, over emotional “yes!”

       The one thing I would sell my immortal soul for; my loved ones. Belle and Grace, my wife and child. They are my word, my everything — keeping me sane though I’ve been cursed with madness. Don’t you take them away, don’t you hurt them, don’t you dare lay a finger on them! A threat to my family is a threat to me.

       Oh how many years do you think a life costs? 50? 98? 150? It’s actually 1000 years. And I am made a slave for the next six-thousand years. My unstable soul is caged and restrained for small moments of peace…

       Yes, I would sell my soul.

       For Belle, and Grace.

       And for the little one on the way.

       They shall not fear, for feel pain, or cringe and grow stiff in the face of danger. They will be strong, knowing that I’ve made a deal with the devil and yet I’ve still got the better deal.

       Yes, I would sell my soul.