MICROFICTION The Forge
Spring 2021
just an average day for the demon lord By: Joseph Mauceri
A banging sound resounded throughout the entire castle, rousing its master from his slumber. “Cade!” the master shouted, still groggy as he rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. “Ow! Cade! Where are you!” The figure of a tall man, with long, golden hair and wide-rimmed glasses, appeared out of thin air next to their master. They patted down their white and turquoise cloak, as if to
iron out any wrinkles. They seemed groggy themselves. “Yes, master?” “What is that incessant banging?” the master answered. The servant pushed up their glasses from sliding down. “It appears as though some of the nearby townsfolk have started a revolt. They’re currently trying to break down the
Artwork by James Gray
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