It isn’t as though I asked for this job. Possessing someone and tempting them to do evil isn’t what excites me. As a matter of fact, as a young demon I dreamed of being a rock-star. You’d be surprised how many of us make our livings doing that. But the incubi have no choice, our destiny is fated. We answer to a higher power that frankly doesn’t believe in failure. As a matter of fact, the Boss can be a real bastard if you don’t make quota.
"A Chance Encounter" a short story by D.A. Henneman #ShortStory #Beaches #Friendship #HiddenMonsters
"A Walk On The Beach" by D.A. Henneman #PersonalEssay #ShortRead
From my perspective, of course. I have been thinking about this a lot as I navigate this winding road of my current journey. I understand my purpose, which at times can be entirely self-serving, and it takes a quote like the one shown in the header to re-frame my thoughts. The challenge is not to… Continue reading A Writer’s Purpose