A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

“Don't judge yourself, Mike. You are not God who can determine where you will be after death.” Mikael smiled wryly, "surely not heaven." he answered desperately. "So where is hell?" Lionel repeated his question. "I don't know. Maybe after humans pass through death?” Lionel smiled, "Nope." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying, “This world is hell. Lots of suffering, sorrow, something bad, and trouble. Humans do not seem to have time to live without problems. Everything comes without stopping, and no one can resist the temptation. There are many people who have lost their families—their loved ones, but life must go on. The one who lives must stay alive no matter what. Whil

The ruler of his own hell "What a place," he whispered under his breath. "How much longer should I stay here? How much longer do I need to suffer? Is it still not enough?" Derrick stood at the edge of a great abyss, staring down into the blackness below. He knew what lay there: the souls of those who had been cast into the deepest, darkest pits of hell. He shuddered at the thought, knowing that he was supposed to be in there as well; he could have ended it all. The end sounds better than being tormented in this way, but still, the thought of seeing her at least one more time overpowers everything else.

Rhea muttered She asked, "What do you mean? Weren't you here to hold me responsible?" I shook my head to let her know she was wrong. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and placed it on the table. "I don't have time. I'm dying of cancer. I probably have about one year to live." Rhea's eyes went wide with shock. "You… you're dying?" "Yes. It's liver cancer. I think I might have gotten it because I worked too hard and drank too much," I lamented. Then, I added, "You like Jack, don't you?"

Her eyes stung with incoming tears, but she did everything to hold them back. What's happening to me? Just as suddenly as the pain begun, it left, replaced by images. Images of a raging fire. So hot and so painful that within the slightest of touch, you turn to ashes. Screams surrounded Cilia, screams of pain and igony. And she knew what this place was. Hell. She was in hell. Then they were gone, and Cilia was back in the room, panting heavily. Bloody hell...What the fuck was that?

He approached George with an unsettling grin. "Ah, a newcomer! Congratulations, you guessed correctly. This is the eighteenth level of hell. Only those who committed grave sins during their lives end up here. "You look so young—how did you manage to meet such an end? Let me guess, you thought the eighteen levels of hell were just a myth, didn’t you? You probably didn’t believe in such things at all."

The heat never left them, somehow worse than when they were actually in the sun. And Blood would say, “you can confess your sins and turn yourself in, granting a reprieve from this hell,” he swirled the ice cubes around as the sweat from their bodies started to steam, “or, you can experience what hell has to offer every time you close your eyes while you still live and still meet me in the underworld.” Then he dropped them into their waiting seven circles of hell to witness every personalized torment each ring had waiting for them. When they finally awoke in terror, Blood was waiting with that same glass of lemonade. “So, what will it be?”

He explained that the other warriors were out standing guard and would only come back for meals. I didn't see any dirt. The kitchen counters were spotless. I thought maybe I would be done in an hour or two. But kellan had called this place the dungeon. Where were the cells? The prisoners? My heart thumped harder when he stopped in front of a metallic elevator door. Numbers above the door indicated there were four levels underground. Instead of stepping inside, he turned right, toward a set of concrete stairs. As we went down one level, a stale, heavy odor hit me. I scrunched my nose, wondering if the air got worse on the lower floors.

No matter how late it got, Terrance always came home to see me. First snow had just hit. I was curled up with a warm mug of milk, thinking maybe life wasn't so bad. Then a sales rep called—one of the bags I'd been waiting on finally dropped. I bolted. Didn't even make it to the mall entrance before everything went dark. My head felt foggy, heavy. When I came to, I was in some run-down factory. Smoke poured in, thick and choking. Mike and Cecilia stood in front of me. Gone for days—and now here they were.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

It looked unreal. She staggered back, her legs giving way as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers clenched the fabric like it might disappear if she didn’t hold on. Why was she here? Why wasn’t she dead or punished? And then the memory returned,sharp and vivid. As she was being dragged down the hallway against the marbled tiles and the eyes of the maids/guards standing by. Their eyes said something and everything she wanted to understand,why she was being taken out of the dungeon into the room of paradise.