The Grand Experiment
The Devil’s Perspective
The others blame me for the experiment’s failure, but it wasn’t my fault. Everything ran smoothly at first. Then I was told to introduce a new element, something that would accelerate the subjects’ mental growth. I just did as commanded. How was I to know that it would end like this—in the world’s end? I told Him we should have focused on the Neanderthals, but Adam and Eve will always be his favorites.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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