Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

The Devil from Alaska

People say that there’s progress in New Orleans, but from what I’ve seen there hasn’t been much. Every house with a red X means people gone, people who will most likely never return. Hollow sky-scrapers loom over the hollow town. The people try to keep their spirits up with clever beer mugs and fried foods. You might see the devil drive by in a used hatch-back vehicle, going past all the gutted homes and shattered stores. I don’t even believe in the Devil or Hell at all, but if he were somewhere he would be in New Orleans, and he would be from Alaska.


2 Comments on “The Devil from Alaska”

  1. 0ut0fc0ntext says:

    I am editing this comment, to make my story more “ambiguous.” hah

  2. Ananta says:

    Think it would be better if you left it ambiguous. It was a nice read.

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