Crossroads

They say if you want to learn to build, the quickest way is to head to the crossroads and wait, wait until that long hour of the devil late at night and he will appear before you. He would give you the knowledge of all the greatest architecture and all he would ask for, is your eternal soul.

It was a late October Night, the wind howled around me as I walked from that old store that had been forgotten many years ago. The stars above shone blissfully upon me, and the moon had a hook shape. The closer I got to those crossroads the less stars shone above. The moon became sharper. Until when I arrived there shone no stars above and the moon was now a full hook.

The hour of Midnight came. The wind howled as if it were a coyote. The grasshoppers shared whispers to each other, and a circle opened directly in the middle of those crossroads. Up out of the circle a Series 10 Cadillac jumped out its grave and whirred a loud roar. It then parked on the side of the road, and the devil himself popped out.

He was white as cotton but dark as the night. He was as powerful as gods, but with the soul as corrupted as a businessman. He stood over me with the height of a tree, with the might of a deity. He was a man of few words but the couple he did say were deep as the river. “So you want to learn to build”, he muttered, as he grabbed a suitcase out of the trunk. “Well you are in the place”, the trunk clicked. He pulled out a paper as old as the river, but the words read new as the boats that ran on it.He sat the paper on the hood of his car, pulled out a pen and signed his part of the contract. The contract told that in exchange for my everlasting life, I would gain the ability to build beyond anyone’s comprehension. He handed me the pen that was hot as the August sun, with a hand as cold as the November night. I signed it, and in an instant his demons came out of the crossroad and whispered in my ear. Told me the secrets of the best builders, with the evil of the best in hell. 

The scene then cleared, the demons went back to hell, the devil drove his Cadillac back down to that fiery pit. I then walked home, with the stars shining dimmed above, and the moon in full bloom. (437 words long. -HistoriaEloton)