Writing Prompt

I was picking at my fingernails as the elevator moved slowly downwards.

I felt anxious. Agitated.

The elevator had started moving roughly an hour ago and I was already losing my cool. What if I did something wrong while I was down there? What if I got left there?

The elevator seemed to move even slower as my breathing got heavier. I was panicking.

"No worries.“ The angel said over the speake...

“I’m not doing it. No way.”

“You don’t have a choice. It’s a simple exchange: to atone for sin you must spend a day in Hell.” The elevator operator, who’s name tag I notice reads “Nathen” says with a shrug of his black cloaked shoulders.

“But it wasn’t even my fault! It was his!” I respond angrily, thrusting my finger in the direction of Rial.

The dark haired boy’s eyes glint and he focuses his...

The demon is aflame, it’s wings iridescent against the soulless pits of hell. It grumbles, pointing further down the dimly lit corridor.

I follow its direction, looking once more at the creature that would sooner tear into my flesh than make acquaintance. There is a certain silence that suffocates hell, one that scares me more than the cries of despair and sorrow.

I walk with soft feet that make...

“No I’m not doing this.” Jake protested.

“Just come on to the elevator Jake. You have my word you’ll comeback.” Said the elevator conductor.

“No, I’m not going to Hell. I’m already at the pearly gates. I’m not going anywhere.” The conductor sighed. “Jake, this isn’t a matter of debate. You spend one day in Hell. You spend the rest in heaven. Heaven is pointless if you have nothing to cont...