Stories tagged “Hell”

  • Finding the Exact Words

    The coffee shop was noisy- a symphony of quiet motors, dozens of conversations, and steady calls for espressos. It was alive, swirling with vibrancy, and chaos. Jeremy hated it all. Sitting in a booth by himself, he stared at the words in his book, and...

  • Few Choices in Dark Hell

    A foul smelling dust choked his gasps. A wash of heat replaced the sudden chill. A dull ache remained, just by his heart, a heart he could swear wasn’t beating any more. His lids betrayed a red glow no matter how hard he squeezed them shut. A lif...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Drink of the Devil

    Baiting traps Satan laps The blood of souls Gushing from bullet holes.

  • HELL

    Suddenly, a clawed hand impales his shoulder and gouges out a hunk of flesh. James hollers for help, writhing in painful agony. No answer. Growls surround him like guttural hatred, gurgling, emanating from the blood-slick throats of demons. They approa...

  • The Sweltering Jungle

    After all the “glamorizing” of Hell in television and movies, I thought it wouldn’t really matter where my eternal soul laid its weary head. I thought I’d get to hang out with some cool “bad” dudes while relishing th...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Purpose-Driven Afterlife

    I’m not sure how I got here, or what I’m supposed to do. That was also true when I was alive, but this time I get the distinct impression there really is a purpose. Or there was. I’ve asked around, but none of the veteran demons have ...

  • Apocalypse

    I capture a cascade of mortal fractures— making each passing moment that of everlasting torment. Placing the torn, blood-warm-bodies I slay on display like ornaments— a feast for the flies and hornets. My demon eyes are dull and dormant. Wi...

  • Perchance to Dream

    It’s not like you think, death. There is no white light, no judgement, no reward or punishment. The candle is snuffed and then nothing. Darkness as one might expect with all these lights being extinguished. I suppose nothing is not right, nowhere...

  • Conflicting Mandates

    What it took was not a great deal of effort. The real problem came in the form of Doreen, their raven haired designated killer of anything resembling fun. I swear the girl had a bible in her purse and was likely to pull it out at any minute. The brunet...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Final Conflict

    He looked down at her, unable to see her face through the loosely curled chestnut hair. Her ragged breath betrayed the emotion she’d tried so hard to hide. Acidic tears trailed down her cheeks and landed on the floor. The two had been enemies sin...

  • London Keep Him, Heaven Help Me

    The whole thing left me staring at the ceiling cursing time, distance, his impertinance and inconstancy. However gallant his offers, however magnificent the locale or proffered accomodations, his needs remained paramount. He needed someone there, neede...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Jody in Accounting (Mature)

    Jody McKemp worked in an office. It was okay most of the time, except for the fact that she couldn’t smoke inside, since smoke was what Graxos the Conqueror ate. Graxos was her indwelling daemon, and he was particular about getting his meals on t...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Final Oath of Frank Crabtree

    The house was a mess. Nothing was whole. Splintered furniture lay like gutted pigs. Torn clothing curled around broken glass of shattered pictures. Wearily, Frank trudged upstairs. He wasn’t worried, he was broken, like the banister he ran his fi...

  • Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (1)

    Spacious Tall and tenacious Places Crawl with anxious Audacious young faces Who’ve acquired a taste For what their superior hates They’re told their life is a waste Unless they enroll And dole death with haste Taking less than one breath per so...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (2)

    (Cont.) In cohesion With arms and lead in their guns Who murder daughters and sons— On the run Until they run red Are stunned and then dead The innocent are sentenced instead Of the person who bent Triggers with full intent To administer death wi...

  • Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (The End)

    (cont.) Where each fingertip prickles And pickles in bleach Quills fill their meat And they’re thrown on the molten beach of deceit Sizzling to a dashing dust of ash Brushing past Oblivion’s feet At last… (might write more… needs...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Stalemate

    “So you’re saying that because I’m gay, I don’t have a soul.” Donnie said, trying to hold back a smile. Needling religious people seemed like a fair trade for all their hateful rhetoric. Needling Kevin was evin more fun- h...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Unjust Gavel

    “I am power.” Said the Lord. “I am the creator and the saviour. I am the object of your worship and your devotion. And you will only rejoice in me.” Kenji Oshama looked up at this being, overcome by fear and awe. Moments ago, he...

  • La Divina Commedia II

    Virgil pointed at the low houses, built of white adobe, that lined the black sanded beach. Then up further, to the neat rows of vines that laced the hillside like the weft of a tapestry, green leaves moving gently in the sulphurous winds. “ItR...

    • Author: Akheloios
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Generous Hell

    When I arrived in Hell I expected brimstone, fire and anguish. Well, that was all there in ready supply, but no one really ever bothered with it. Instead we all sit around waiting for the next delivery of half-used hand-me-downs from the Saints for Sin...

    • Author: Yamen
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Choice of Heart

    Brad watched It light a cigarette with the ground. “Why am I here?” Brad asked. It raised what might have been an eyebrow. “Isn’t that obvious? You didn’t—” “I was a good person.” Brad interrupted. ...

    • Author: D.E DeWitt
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Words that Find No Ear

    Eight hundred degrees. Not a second ticks in which I do not think of her lonesome face as she watches the Earth fill in. Six months pass. I am still here, and you, still there. Islands to each other. And myself, to God. My skin is nevermore, but I ho...

    • Author: soup
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bathory

    A castle. Deep, dark, grim. A countess, failing complexion and sadistic art Less than perfect skin; hideous and short of vitality Báthory dreamed of acquired youth. Young girl’s blood; heat and life Hung, alive and abandoned, Crimson ponds, a slit t...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • Make It Stop.

    Can you hear me? If you don’t act soon, I will slowly fade away into nothing. Can you see me? I’m losing more and more of myself and my sanity every day. Will you fix me? It’s rough, this hell called living. Can I make it stop? Pleas...

    • Author: OpenSkies
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Fault [1]

    For God so loved the world He gave His only Son, That whosoever believes in Him should not perish But have eternal life. And I believed in Him. Crimson guilt fell away leaving a warm bloody heart I tilled the soil for mustard seeds I tamed the tongue,...

    • Author: helig
    • Posted over 7 years ago.