Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Woman enters Hell

Submitted: November 11, 2014

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Entering hell. The walls are sweaty with small vents oozing out super heated slow moving orange-yellow burning air. The caverns are narrow and winding. Satan is hovered over his book of souls making comments to someone else. His grotesque face sits on hunched shoulders. He's clothed in formal attire. His hands are old and raggedy, but never letting you forget his is the evil of all evil. A new soul enters hell. The oozing burning air turns lime green in color for a few moments in welcoming the dammed soul. The woman falls into a cell. One side of the cell is the sweaty rock wall of hell. The other three walls are metal bars heated to melt to the touch. The rock wall is covered in burning acid, but that doesn't seem to bother her as much as the fact that this is her place for all of eternity.

No end. Forever.

Even more burning air oozes out, and turns back to the orange-yellow color. The heat is suffocating. The screams and yells in the background torment her consciousness.

This is her. Forever.

This is reality, not a dream. Her flesh begins to melt. Her body is in excruciating pain. Her mind is an spiraling state of utter fright and confusion...all tainted with the thoughts of eternal pain. Without ceasing. Little by little she hears clobbering footsteps approaching. Somehow, more freight manages to fit into her eyes. The air thickens to the point of sewage sludge. Neighboring moans and shrieks fill the winding caverns. Soon a developing brain like creature stands within the confines of her cell. The creature is in the process of development. It grows tentacles from the base of its head. It's a creature of specific pain. With a head resembling a brain with a short stubbly tongue at its base and tentacles acting like legs and arms it awaits for the arrival of the others. More clobbering footsteps arrive from all around. They too are creatures of different types of pains. Each with their own grotesque physical forms. One manages to grow an extending form of dendrites and throws it at her feet. In trying to move away she accidentally touches it and is shocked beyond belief with electric psychopathic tormenting shock waves. She cries out in agonizing unrelenting torment. With multiple different creature of pain moving in on her...she panics...this will be her destiny forever. Each of the creatures take their turn delivering their exhausting hellish torture. At times they take turns and randomly attack all at once. No rhythm nor pattern, they just attack constantly. With no room to run, with no escape she begins her suffering for all eternity. Satan continues to write in his book of souls who's next.


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