Living Hell Novels & Stories

They were groaning, some screaming, some sobbing as they fumbled along their cells. It was cold, but not in the pleasant way of winter. The place was simply . . . devoid of warmth. Despite the torches, it felt devoid of light. There simply wasn't anything positive here. There was only suffering, misery, and all the ones who deserved it. This was Hell. Kat knew it through her dreams and visions. However, nothing could have prepared her for the real thing. The three didn't look prepared either. Their expressions went from shocked to afraid in one second.

the person who could show her heaven invited her with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing her the hell, warned her. She looked between both of them getting confused whom should she choose? If she chooses heaven then her family's life would be at stake and if she chooses hell then she would become a living dead body. She is stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

But she had been expecting an act immoral, or some kind of deranged and sadistic torture rig set up awaiting her where she would have to sit through a trial of watching a man get slaughtered in front of her eyes, but instead, she was witnessing the plight of a bunch of brain dead office workers who, if they were capable of typing in that very moment, would all be typing out, in unison, each and every letter inputted at the same time, 'kill me kill me kill me' over and over again. Both were hell, but they were both specifically different types of hell within their own rights: one was a hell that people were willing to go to with a smile on their face, and the other was the hell that forced th

The day that you've thought about often, but never quite like this . I'd imagined a heart attack. A stroke. Choking on my own vomit. With a random stranger's hands wrapped tightly around my throat as my coke-addled veins screamed not for life, but for just one more hit, just a bump of powder, just a little one, anything, please fuck, I'll do anything, please. I never imagined I'd be standing in the living room of an apartment that existed in an underworld dimension, created by a demon, who was about to hand me over to another demon to honour a centuries-old debt. I mean, because what the actual fuck , right?

Whatever the case may be, Erin can not afford to give his stats; and he won't. Heaven or Hell; which place is worse? Eternal life in the clouds, where anything slightly wrong is looked down upon, where every detail is so disgustingly perfect, or eternal life in the pits of fire, where anything good is mocked. In fact, neither. Neither of these places can ever be as nightmarish as the place humans call home. Earth, where both Heaven and Hell co-exists, in utter chaos. Bad is looked down on, but no single kind soul exists. The nothingness that is earth was neither light nor dark, just grey. It was foolish of him to think grey was a mid-ground. It was everything but harmonious.

And when they opened it, we were off American lands, somewhere in the lands ruled by Hades where we met thousands of children like us. For years later, we lived off like fuckin caged animals, whipped and killed like our lives were nothing but a waste on this earth. It took a dagger into Antonio’s life to understand that life wasn’t a damn turkey on the table on Thanksgiving. It sure as hell wasn’t presents wrapped in shiny wrappers by the fireplace on a Christmas morning, with the thought that fuckin Santa dumped them through the chimney. Life was blood, war, greed, and all the malicious things of this world you can think of.

The dwellers were thin to the bones and were wearing tarnished and ragged clothes. “This was called the valley of the dead because people who live here were considered dead by the government. They are outcasts. Every night they are drowned with their thoughts on how to survive the remaining days of their lives. Humans could commit sins in words, deeds, and thoughts. Their dark thoughts at night accumulated huge darkness but when the sun rises it would cease. They’ll forget it since they’ll get busy enough looking for food to eat that it won’t even cross their minds.” His eyes remained straight on the road.

So this is hell. The common image that we see when we talk about hell is red skies and fire everywhere. Although it is not very far from that, this hell is a little darker than I thought. The sky is black with dark clouds and tall pillars of mud have huge fires on top of them. These pillars look like lamp posts, they give light to the surroundings. “They have houses here?” I whispered to Seth. “Where do you think we sleep, my queen?” He whispered back. I gave him an annoyed smile.

It was designed to shatter me into nothing. The final was dubbed the Gate of Torment. It was the lowest pit of Hell. Everything was either dead or in a constant state of decay. This was where the things of nightmares truly loved to play. I was their favorite chew toy. Whatever damage I incurred while asleep carried over to my body because it was the marvelous beauty of Hell. The cuts, scars, and damage were permanently etched onto my real body. They were great reminders of my new fucking reality.

It was the perfect den for people who had no second chance at life and would only live miserably. I got dressed and wanted to have breakfast but the broth I made the previous night had gone stale, I angrily poured it away and moaned my misfortune. What was I to do now? If only Mirabella would agree to my wishes and do as I say! I'm tired of living in a hell while my enemies enjoy their own stupid lives.