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washed the floor, her spirit fled into the hands of Azraboth, "Well, Deena, welcome to Hell." The demon snickered. "I knew this day would come. I knew you couldn't keep your promise. Such a tasty morsel for my pleasure." Deena willed her spirit to fly away, but she was held immobile. "Don't bother, my little sweet treat. You swore by My Name and then broke your oath. Oath-breakers serve hard time, my dear, and you will get no parole. Your sentence is Eternity, and you'll serve every second. You might as well just lie back and enjoy it." Pain seared her, a whitehot sword slicing through her again and again and again. She was helpless to move, unable to scream. Deena had no respite in unconsciousness or death, being pure spirit. She had no body to go numb. Each slice was just as fresh and sharp as the first. Even worse, she could not even go insane. Eternity is a very, very long time. "Are we ready to move forward? If anyone has objections, say them now." The leader of the People's Freedom Front looked around the table. His lieutenants all nodded their agreement. "The plans are all made, and the preparations complete. Allah give us victory," he said, and they all stood. "Pass the word. We will proceed as planned. Death to the infidels!" Columns of blue flame erupted from the floor, engulfing each of them where they stood. Their screams went unheard. Within seconds, only dust remained. "We only need your final approval before we launch the offensive, Mr. President." "I have your assurance that our losses will be minimal?" "Yes, sir. We project less than twenty killed." "I hope you're right, General. I can't afford more than that."

"We're confident, Sir. It'll be a cake walk." "OK, I have to trust your judgment on this. Do it." The other Cabinet members had nightmares for years afterwards. Three of the aides present had to be hospitalized. Two weeks later, the Undersecretary of Defense lay back in a tub of hot water and opened the radial artery in her left wrist, carefully slitting it lengthwise with a razor blade. Her note had to be suppressed because any mention of blue flames was classified Top Secret. It didn't matter. Within the week, everyone in the world knew what was happening. Muggings, murder, abuse were only fading nightmares. Wars ended; revolutions never began. Peace ruled the Earth, enforcing its will swiftly, surely, and without appeal. GOLD DUST

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Gold Dust

issue 35 summer 2019

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Gold Dust Issue 35 ~ summer 2019  

Twice yearly magazine of literature and the arts. This issue contains 10 features and reviews, 7 short stories, 4 pieces of flash fiction an...

Gold Dust Issue 35 ~ summer 2019  

Twice yearly magazine of literature and the arts. This issue contains 10 features and reviews, 7 short stories, 4 pieces of flash fiction an...

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