D.W. Smith was a wannabe famous author whose attempt to write a million selling novel was way out of reach, but really wanted the fame that goes alone with it like well-known authors like Stephen King and H.P. Lovecraft.
His name wasn’t a bad name for an author’s name, but that’s all he had going for him. He spent months in his study writing page after page with no results worth putting down on paper. Just when he was about to throw in the towel, a man appeared in a chair in front of his desk. D.W. looked up and was startled by his presence, not knowing how this man got into his study without his knowledge.
D.W. stood up out of his chair and said in a stern voice, “Who are you and how did you get in my study without me knowing?”
The man dressed in a black suit said, “You summoned me because of your desperation of being a famous author.”
“You can’t be! There’s no way…”
“Don’t worry, I will guarantee your dream will come true,” said the mysterious man.
“What are you, a genie or an angel?” asked D.W.
“No, even better, I’m the Devil.”
D.W. laughed and said, “Get out! Are you some kind of crazy nut?”
The Devil made a pen appear out of nowhere with a contract for him to sign that appeared on his desk.
“Sign the contract and you’ll be the author you dreamed of with all the fame that goes along with it. But all I need in return from you is your soul,” laughed the Devil.
D.W. laughed and said, “You can have it!”
The Devil took the contract and vanished into thin air, and all D.W. could hear was the echo of the Devil’s laugh.