The Devil's Day Off
A Short Story by Eric Stellwagen
Late one afternoon in the national space station
The space stationers were having a big celebration
Unusual you'd think for such an occasion
But the stationers stationed were gods of creation.
They'd toiled and troubled for all but a decade
To build the station while surviving the raids
So proud they all were, that they held a parade
And when they were finished enjoyed powerade©.
The raiders were pirates from the planet's 3rd moon
A scragly crew of crooks theives and goons
They were up to no good those massive baboons
A rag tag army from the 3rd moon of Kazoon.
The Devil was stewing puzzling and pondering
About where to go for his first ever wandering
He was on his first break since the eternal laundering
Of souls by the gods who spend all their time conjuring.
All the stationed stationers all skootered and skittled
The station is finished the station fiddler fiddled
And a drawing commenced as a stationer scribbled
As the rest of them enjoyed all the crackers they nibbled.
The pirates were angry, that's beyond any doubt
But just what was it they were so angry about?
Were they jealous of they stationers who'd won the last bout?
Or were they upset about being left out?
The reason they did it, we never may know
But the raiders who raided were now on the go
To destroy the space station on which there did grow
The last ever sapling of a tree known as Row.
As all these happenings started to begin
The Devil was still wondering where to check in
Would he travel the land of Indokanin
Or would he find haven at a Mom and Pop Inn?
The Devil was irate as he paced to and fro
Still in a quandary about where he might go
Then it struck him as if it were shot by a bow
He finally knew just where he'd go.
To the national space station a home of great style
A land where the people were fun and quite guile
It'd be a short trip, no more than 3 miles
He'd arrive in a very, very short while.
And so it began the last epic race
A race that decided who lived in disgrace
And who would go home a with a grin on his face
And that's how it started, this trip through deep space.
Much to the stationers shock and dismay
It was the pirates who won the race on this day
They came in with all of their ships in array
To end the space stationers glorious ways.
It wasn't soon after when the devil was shocked
With a sight which left his jaw very taught
In anger he protested as he gently rocked
To and fro in dismay, in unrest and in shock.
His cries were not heard by any mortal ears
For that mortal would suffer, forever in tears
His painful screams and his taunting jeers
Directed at those who'd been dead all these years.
For the Devil you see had spent several eons
To disembark from his journey on this planet of peons
Who scarcely remembered the brilliant Zions
As the stationers were known by the pitiful peons.
The devil was filled with anger and rage
And placed on that planet a soul damning cage
Which sent all the peons of all shapes and age
Straight To hell when they're lives had reached the last page
Moral: Jealousy Kills.
A Short Story by Eric Stellwagen
Late one afternoon in the national space station
The space stationers were having a big celebration
Unusual you'd think for such an occasion
But the stationers stationed were gods of creation.
They'd toiled and troubled for all but a decade
To build the station while surviving the raids
So proud they all were, that they held a parade
And when they were finished enjoyed powerade©.
The raiders were pirates from the planet's 3rd moon
A scragly crew of crooks theives and goons
They were up to no good those massive baboons
A rag tag army from the 3rd moon of Kazoon.
The Devil was stewing puzzling and pondering
About where to go for his first ever wandering
He was on his first break since the eternal laundering
Of souls by the gods who spend all their time conjuring.
All the stationed stationers all skootered and skittled
The station is finished the station fiddler fiddled
And a drawing commenced as a stationer scribbled
As the rest of them enjoyed all the crackers they nibbled.
The pirates were angry, that's beyond any doubt
But just what was it they were so angry about?
Were they jealous of they stationers who'd won the last bout?
Or were they upset about being left out?
The reason they did it, we never may know
But the raiders who raided were now on the go
To destroy the space station on which there did grow
The last ever sapling of a tree known as Row.
As all these happenings started to begin
The Devil was still wondering where to check in
Would he travel the land of Indokanin
Or would he find haven at a Mom and Pop Inn?
The Devil was irate as he paced to and fro
Still in a quandary about where he might go
Then it struck him as if it were shot by a bow
He finally knew just where he'd go.
To the national space station a home of great style
A land where the people were fun and quite guile
It'd be a short trip, no more than 3 miles
He'd arrive in a very, very short while.
And so it began the last epic race
A race that decided who lived in disgrace
And who would go home a with a grin on his face
And that's how it started, this trip through deep space.
Much to the stationers shock and dismay
It was the pirates who won the race on this day
They came in with all of their ships in array
To end the space stationers glorious ways.
It wasn't soon after when the devil was shocked
With a sight which left his jaw very taught
In anger he protested as he gently rocked
To and fro in dismay, in unrest and in shock.
His cries were not heard by any mortal ears
For that mortal would suffer, forever in tears
His painful screams and his taunting jeers
Directed at those who'd been dead all these years.
For the Devil you see had spent several eons
To disembark from his journey on this planet of peons
Who scarcely remembered the brilliant Zions
As the stationers were known by the pitiful peons.
The devil was filled with anger and rage
And placed on that planet a soul damning cage
Which sent all the peons of all shapes and age
Straight To hell when they're lives had reached the last page
Moral: Jealousy Kills.