Flash 500 Day 2 – Writing Prompts:
Person with a devastating secret
|Satan eating souls detail from Battistero ceiling mosaic|
Soul Eater's Anonymous
Swearing off souls is like swearing off alcohol and cigarettes. It’s REALLY hard! I know that sounds ridiculous. I mean, who eats souls, right? Well there are those that do. I know this because I am one of those people. I’m a recovering soul eater.
It’s a secret that I carry with me that could cause mass panic if people knew how easily Satan’s minions could slurp up their precious souls. And the worst part is that it’s so easy. So few people understand the need to properly protect their souls.
I can't tell you how grateful I am for those I pass every day that do know how to put their protections in place. It’s like passing locked and heavily guarded alcohol cabinets. Their souls may be tempting . . . you know . . . like forbidden fruit. But it’s easier to move on to the smorgasbord of unprotected souls filled with juicy angst, fear, anger, and other stuff that’s pretty disgusting, like rot-gut wine, but fills the belly and dulls the senses nonetheless.
My craving for souls comes from not having my own anymore. It totally sucks because it’s like having a giant, painful, gaping hole inside that calls to you in every waking moment to be filled and fills every dream with some pretty scary soul eating scenarios. Unfortunately for us we can’t just go suck down one soul and be satisfied, because the soul never lasts inside of us. It’s kind of like they say in AA, “One soul’s too many and a thousand aren’t enough.” Before we know it we're jonesing for more.
Sometimes it makes me feel pretty hopeless, especially at times like this, when I’ve had a slip, and I’m feeling super guilty. Last night I went on a bit of a bender, and I so wish I could take it back. But I can’t. All I can do is breathe in, breathe out, put one foot in front of the other, and try to make it through my day soul free, one moment at a time. I really want to be good.
Here’s the thing. Not every one of Satan’s minions wants to be one. I know I don’t. People in general have that all wrong. We soul eaters live here in the 3D world with people. Most of us really like other people, and we don’t want to do bad things. The problem is that for us, souls are like meth with sugar frosting. We were just unfortunate enough to get hooked.
Satan snagged mine when I was having a moment of weakness. One could make accusations that it was his fault, but this one's on me. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say it wasn’t pretty, and I’ve been paying for it ever since.
The good news is that, in spite of my soulless condition, I don’t HAVE to bend to Satan’s call. I still have free will, and I do my best to make the right choices.
But swearing off souls is like swearing off alcohol and cigarettes. It’s REALLY hard!