Bad Love

By Yousuf Tilly

Do you know who you sleep with?

Dark secrets come to light when the universe throws a social misfit into an exorcism with a mad cleric who speaks to the jinn. They find themselves pinning down a pretty wife with five men and, while wondering what the hell they're doing, they suddenly come face to face with the devil possessing her. It wants her, and badly for it's own pleasure. Can Eastern Magic rescue her before the night is out, or at least before it's discovered that people may be worse than the devil after all? Based on a true story.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Yousuf Tilly
• Release date: Jun 24, 2017

Yousuf Tilly

Yousuf Tilly's is the author of 3 books, and recipient of a publishing award by the Dept. of Arts and Culture. He has also written stories for cinema, popular brands and products. Browse his books and artworks on https://whiteteastudios.com.

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Bad Love

By Yousuf Tilly

Copyright 2017 © Yousuf Tilly. All Rights Reserved.

Digital Edition, 2017.

ASIN: B074D5QRHY

Credits

Cover artwork: Amin Milani, cover designed by Yousuf Tilly

Produced by White Tea Studios.

www.whiteteastudios.com

Based on a true story.

No one really believes me when I describe how a little woman tossed five men across the room. I guess it belies expectations, but what happened that dark stormy night was nothing ordinary.

In all honesty, I got tempted into that midnight tryst when a pamphlet was thrust into my hand one bright sunny day. It read something like a superpowers wishlist.

WANT BIG PENIS? the headline yelled.

Who doesn’t, I cringed. I expected the next line to promise safe abortions but there were more interesting cures on offer. Things that bulged my eyes out of their sockets. Did I want to recognize my enemies or peer into the abyss of lost lovers? I didn’t know that was even possible, but the practical uses of the magic soon became apparent. Buried somewhere between winning a court-case and getting thin really fast was landing a job. I gasped. Mama Gladys, the witch doctor, had a herbal cure with no side effects.

I never did visit Mama Gladys because the unemployed can only languish upon time and not money. But somehow her pamphlet was like a cosmic magnet that kicked the universe into gear, and I was soon drawn into a series of coincidences that put me squarely in front of an elderly man who looked like anyone’s grandfather.

He was calm and gentle when he asked me what I was doing with my life. Of course I had no answers. I was a writer and that implies wandering around to find them. He on