Evil Super Short Stories

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Basically, every strip began the same way. A realistically drawn hand dips his pen in an inkwell and when the pen rises, a semi-realistic black devil is sitting on the tip. Three panels of hand trying to stop the devil from causing chaos, either in panels already drawn—-such as the devil disturbing a wedding, or in Grimwood’s own life—such as eating his sandwich or taking flames from the fireplace and trying to burn Grimwood’s house. The last panel always ends with the hand stained with ink, holding the devil by the nape of its neck and placing it back into the inkwell, the other hand ready to screw the top back on.

So popular was Grimwood’s Devil, he followed Winsor McCay into animating his first and only completed film in 1914, using two plots from the strip, the hand stopping the devil’s hijinks of eating the sandwich and jumping out the apartment window to ruin a wedding. The four minute animated film played to huge box office numbers, making Grimwood quite a bit of money, but cost him his job at the Charlottesville Daily.

I went to the University Library where they still had archival materials of the Charlottesville Daily from 1908, scattered through our months of January, September, and December in years 1909-1911, and one paper dated February 3, 1915 showing headlined Editorial about Nat Grimwood, disputing a rumor Grimwood’s Devil was coming out the newspaper and terrorizing readers and their families, neighbors and friends. The Editorial went on with this note: “We at the paper sincerely apologizes for the trouble, if any of the fantastically, nonsensical events actually occurred”. It ended with the announcement that Bat Grimwood would be leaving for other opportunities.

“Let’s rip it up! Go-go have a go-go time on a go-go Saturday night, baby! I’m going to rock it up! I’m going to rip it up! I’m going to shake it up!”

 The shadow hovered above Richard. He felt his freezing cold  sweats turned to warmth, and the shadow whispered, “Be not afraid, child, I will lead you to the promised land.”

Richard bowed his head and said, “Thank you, sweet Jesus!”

Reverend Snow screeched:

“Go-go have a go-go time on a go-go Saturday night, baby! I’m going to rock it up! I’m going to rip it up! I’m going to shake it up!”

A chorus of amens sounded off, and the ghostly flock rose from the pews.

Quietly, Snow said, “God knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men, and yes, men lures women, children, and the sick to their tyranny,” he lifted a finger and pointed it straight at Little Richard. He held up his left hand, palm out to reveal a large blinking Eye.

“He is a part of this tyranny! He is misleading our youth! He is taking them straight to Hell!”

The Eye cackled.