Henry Turner slept the sleep of an angel. To his knowledge, he’d never done a bad deed in his life and was the very pillar of the Scarborough and Filey Churchgoers Historical Pulpit Players.*
A cloud crossed his features as his dream took a darkward turn. Ligur smiled, guiding it with ropes spun from strands of Morpheus’ gossamer snot and weighing it down with a succubae’s clotted earwax.
“Hand me that ethereal screw twister, would you?”
He turned around when there was no response and then sighed.
He hated working alone.
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Title: A Beastly Task
Challenge: Phobias (Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia)
Words: 100 (excluding title)
Points: Hastur and Ligur
“He’s only a little boy.” Hastur looked through the bushes at Adam. “Not yet got his full powers. All you have to do is introduce yourself and give him the note from his dad.”
“I can’t, Hastur.” Ligur squatted on his haunches and looked pleadingly at his partner.
“Why not? It’s a simple task.” Hastur pantomimed shaking hands with Adam and passing a letter.
“Nooooo” Ligur moaned, rocking on his heels. “You don’t understand. I suffer from Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.”
“You what?” Hastur hit him over the head. “You pratt. How can a demon be allergic to the number of the Beast?”