Trifecta 33-Word Challenge: One Afternoon at Beelzebub’s House


This weekend’s 33-word Trifecta Challenge:

“I feel I’m able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won’t have to live through it, I guess.“- Jodi Picoult

This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words that exorcise a demon.  One of your own, or one from your imagination.  Let it bleed on the page.

Okey Doke here goes:

One Afternoon at Beelzebub’s House

“We’re going for a jog!” Bill commanded.

“No I hate jogging!” Beelzebub screamed.

“It’ll chase away the demons!”

“I’ll spit fire on you!”

Bill burst into flames.

Beelzebub hated any form of exorcise.

"Oh great, all this talk of exorcising has given me a migraine.  Thanks a lot Bill."
“Oh great, now I’ve got a horrible migraine. Thanks a lot Bill.”

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Until next time . .  I love you

39 thoughts on “Trifecta 33-Word Challenge: One Afternoon at Beelzebub’s House

  1. Very cool-loved the “spitting fire bit”-wicked,wicked!;-)I hate exercise too & could relate totally to Beezlebub(cute nick)-the image you added at the end,with the “headache” bit is like the icing on the proverbial cake!:-)

  2. Um…I don’t think any demons were chased away there.
    But the next time I’m hanging with Beez, he definitely gets to choose what’s on the pizza.
    It’ll probably be anchovies.
    Blech.

  3. I laughed so hard my head spun around 361 degrees!!

    But the man in black with the dufflebag says I’ll be OK after a trip to Pottery Barn. Of course, that’s where I picked up the demons to begin with… : P

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