Heaven And Hell Were Words To Me Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and then he smiled. “When I came to this place, I felt it was a curse. It was my death sentence. I went here to punish my father… to punish myself. I lost the will to live, the will to fight. This was my hell.” He shook his head very gently. “I never thought I would find heaven here. It never occurred to me that I would meet an angel amidst all the anger and misery that I felt.”

There was nothing I could not feel or hear or anything that I could no longer feel the heat of the sun. I can't hear the sound of war. The pain of my wounds also went away, he opened my eyes and all my eyes were white. I turned around and saw nothing. Am I dead? Is it heaven or hell? Maybe limbo?

My‌ clothes‍ were gone. ‌Panic surg‌ed, sharp and blinding, someone⁠ un⁠dressed me and where the hell‌ am I?‌ “Welcome to Hell” The words were‍n⁠’t spoken aloud, they echoed inside my head, paired with a smile I knew fa⁠r too well and my⁠ h⁠eart stutte‍red.

Soft, quiet voices around me. I tried to open my eyes, but the light was so bright it hurt. It felt like someone was shining the sun into my face. I squinted, trying to see. There were two shapes — one in white, the other in black. I couldn’t make out their faces. Everything was blurry, like I was underwater. “Oh God,” I whispered inside my mind. Am I in hell? Did God really find me so unworthy that even after all the pain, this is what I get?

If I am dead, this must be hell. It should be, I wasted my life after all. Never helped anyone, no one ever loved me and I never accomplished a single thing. Being honest, my soul would not have been welcomed in heaven under any circumstances. Suddenly, a voice interrupts my depressing thoughts; one speaking in some kind of language I cannot understand. Nonetheless, I am delighted; for the first time in God knows how much, I am hearing something. Even though it is just some gibberish, I am so glad to have recovered my hearing.

enjoined "Ali, for everything, to the one who compelled you to lose yourself to turn into this free, untamed beast...." She uttered those words until she found herself under his iron fist, his palm around her neck stifling her breath, his eyes empty. Two fires, his breath on fire, his tone of voice coming from the depths of Hell: "How do you know what I went through? And what do you know about me? And what do you know about my monsters, my spectra, and my hell? You don't know anything, and this word I'm sorry and comfort yourself because I don't need it from you understand?

"Shit." The sausage. The one I picked up from the ground earlier. I must have shoved it in my pocket without thinking. For a second, I almost laughed. Almost. Did she see that? Did she think I pissed myself? I pressed my hands over my face. No, she probably didn’t notice. She was too busy walking out after smacking me hard enough to knock sense into a brick. A few minutes ago, she was in my arms. Her touch had wiped out everything—anger, pride, the world. Heaven. That’s what it felt like. Then she saw them. And heaven collapsed.

I felt the warmth trickling down my inner thigh, and, in that surreal moment, I blinked and forced a smile. I'm not here... I'm in my grandma's living room... Imagine there's no heaven... It's easy if you try... No hell below us... Above us, only sky...

I looked up at the glassed chambers and the colors and the image of Christ. And it was then i muttered the first words, calling his name. “Our father—” I cupped my chin to close my eyes. “My father, who is in heaven. Hear me, O Lord” And a heavy breath made it’s way out of me. To be continued...

I turned in slow circles, my voice breaking the stillness. "Hello?" No answer. The echo came back late, softer, almost thoughtful — as if deciding whether or not to return to me. "Heaven?" I whispered to no one. "Am I… in heaven?" It didn't feel like it. Heaven—just like some people said—was bright. Golden. Filled with choirs and light. But this place… This place was silent. Smoky. Lonely. Like the world after the last fire had gone out. "No," I muttered, shaking my head. "No, this isn't heaven."