When You're Going Through Hell Novels & Stories

If hell exists, there's an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what's next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we're heading into and, like me, they're ready to die.

Right now, it’s all I have. Life is pain There is no pain in death I am the destroyer, the deliverer I choose who lives and who dies I am no God I am a messenger of evil When I go to utter the next line however, the words fail me. It seems as if my lips move but the words fail to come out. It almost feels as if something in my chest has gotten heavier the further I move away from our base. My breathing gets heavy as my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. I look around at the scenery as I drive searching for any sign of danger. When I realize what the feeling is however I pull over.

“Great. Somebody please save me. And while you’re at it, bring snacks, ‘cause apparently we’re heading straight into Hell!” I rolled my eyes, but his whining couldn’t drown out the truth. We were going into Hell. Whether we liked it or not.

The path I had chosen was dark and treacherous, but it seemed like the only way to get what I wanted. "Hell is where you belong, Tyler."

"I loved you, I s-still do. But you have to let me go." "I thought you were dead, he told us you were fucking dead." I spit not being able to hold back my anger. "Do you know what that was like thinking you were gone forever, that I'd never see you again? Well, let me tell you it was hell, complete hell because everything after just got worse for us." My hands form fists as I step forward. "I-I thought you were dead. Now that I know you're not I'm sure as hell I'm not letting you go—and now...now I'm going to help you get out of this hell hole because you don't deserve this."

he cringed, "I get it, I was a stupid teenager, but that was like what? Two decades ago, we all did stupid things back then," "You know what go to hell, I quit. Plan your own damn wedding," "I knew I found find you one day, damn, fate huh?" "Reed I am serious do you want to let go of me or not," "Wait till I tell the guys who I ran into," "I'm going to throw up," "Wi-wait what?" "I'm serious. And your guys can go to hell, I see them and I will burn their dicks and feed Satan the stupid cat with it and let go I am seriously going to throw up,"

Golden orbs of sparkling light, almost exact replicas of my bloody masses, bobbed like boats on the water. Remember, fix your men. I was pushed from the spiritual landscape with a fierce thrust. I entered my physical form as the helicopter pitched and swayed in sudden turbulence. One of the doors opened. I can't be sure, but I'm fairly certain Hellion shoved me out the fucking doors. Bastard.

Her cold words echoing throughout the night and lost in the silence and darkness, “Welcome to hell, don’t dream of escaping in this lifetime.” “Hehehehe”

Bright I dropped a box and cursed, wasting the strength I had reserved to escape from there. Breathing was so hard. Every breath scraped my lungs, and every second was a constant drip of pain over my burned skin. The smell of metal, dried sweat, and despair filled everything. The bottled-up rage wasn't enough to trigger adrenaline in our brains. We needed to fight to leave this place, but our strength dwindled with each passing day. We didn’t even know exactly how many days we had been there, but we felt like we were in hell itself.

"I'm going to make some coffee. By midday, they were on the outskirts Cawlin, and the weather had turned from the bright blue sky with rolling clouds to dark grey sky and hung with sulphurous black clouds. "Looks like we are in for a storm," Gabriel said as he drove through the town. The sea was dark, and the waves were crashing. The beach was empty, but the gulls were strutting up and down, cawing to each other like fishwives. Millie closed her eyes and began her deep breathing exercises. She had to calm herself. Breathe in for seven, hold for four, breathe out for five. She had never told anyone how terrified of a storm she was. It was so embarrassing. Most people she knew, loved storms an