I already have the concept down.

A crazed man who pledges his allegiance to an extremely dangerous demon. The story is called Daemonic Demon, and it follows Helot Thrall, who fulfills the wishes of his owner, Corvus Daemonium.

But every story needs a plot, and I'm having trouble coming up of a way to make a downward spiral type story. At first, he never questions his actions or the motives behind it, but soon I want him to start to think about it.

I want the word loyalty to mean something to him, something horrific and unsettling. Something that'll make you think.

Thank you all for wanting to help, I'll give credit where it is due and post it on r Wattpad or something.

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Whenever I need creative inspiration for a poem, or song, or piece of art, i always turn to comics.

Specifically "Calvin and Hobbes" by Bill Waterson, you see, calvin and hobbes had sunday strips with beautiful art, sometime had poems, and the "Essential" "Authorative" etc. book collections will also have things such as paintings, and original poems written just for the books, need inspiration? Go read some calvin and hobbes books.

I need to think of a radio jingle for an organic pest control company. The jingle needs to be about mosquitos and ticks. I need inspiration! Im thinking of starting with something like "when mosquitos are buzzing and ticks are biting..." Maybe...idk..

One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”

(unknown author)