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Submitted by amber35.xx
When you died you were meant to turn up at heaven’s gates, but instead you arrived at the gates of hell. You have to stay until things are set right, but you are starting to enjoy it in hell...
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I was a good person. I always made sure my conscience was clean at the end of the day. So why am I standing at the gates of hell?
I thought hell was just a firey pit that you fell into, but yet here I am standing in front of the most beautiful golden metal gate made up of intricately woven metal vines. In the middle, a gold plate with “Welcome to Hell” etched in cursive, and below that, an opal ...
Miles knew that he was cursed to become something. His friends had made sure he knew that when he ingested the corrupted blood of a fallen angel.
And she had never revealed the Brands that claimed her, her deadly sin and heavenly virtue. So instead Miles was left unclaimed and in a void of the unknown.
So when Miles had finally died, six decades later, he was surprised when he was sent straigh...
You could never do this in Heaven. They say there, you’ll be complacent, but not in the same way you can be here in the burning coals. Sure, it’s painful at first. When you look up, though, and you see Satan towering above you, you realize he might not be as mighty as you’ve been told. If you work hard enough, they say, you can be his henchman, and even get sent back to the world. If you do good t...
“Ma’am, there seems to have been a clerical error.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well you see, according to your file, you qualified for the pearly gates package…and yet…”
“And yet what?! Isn’t it bad enough that I’m dead and now you’re telling me there’s been some kind of paperwork problem with getting me into heaven?!”
“Ma’am, rest assured we will get to the bottom of this, once we speak t...
I’m not trying to say they aren’t doing their job. They are working hard, really hard, to make this as painful and difficult for me as they can. They flay my skin off every day. Then they sew it back on with dull, rusty needles, and dunk me in rubbing alcohol. I scream, oh god do I scream.
They bring out person after person from my past to berate me. My wife, my kids, my parents, my teachers, co ...
Listen I always said that when god sends me to hell I want him to hesitate, and that he did. To be fair I honestly wish I had done more and so much worse if I knew that regardless of how I lived I would somehow still end up here. There was so much shit I could’ve done to earn my damnation to hell. But nooooooo I was a goodie two shoes hoping that heaven would see that and let me go to heaven so I ...
Holding the warm mug in my hands I took a small sip then slowly placed it down on the coffee table. It had been three hundred and-, god I don’t even remember. I have been in this place for so long everything has just become a blur. I wasn’t even meant to be here!, I was a good man, I paid my taxes, I took care of my family, I obeyed the law. I was good!, but he’ll just had other plans for me and h...
I died last week yet I have lived lifetimes in between. I expected to be hanging with Jesus and crew. Surely things got switched in the mix of newly departeds.
I admit that I’m starting to enjoy the company of hellions. Makes me second guess how I was living all those years on Earth....
It had become my routine, every morning, a tea party with the devil. Though I doubt he’d enjoy me calling it that, the pompous bastard, even if it is an entirely accurate description of the strange event.
It had been this way since my last breaths on earth ended, and I found myself surrounded by rough, scorched brimstone that rose to the shadowy celling. I was at the top of smooth hewn steps, as...
In some ways, it was the best thing that’s ever happened to be. Anti-dream after death scenario. Double sided coin. I’m not sure what to make of it.
I spent my entire life suctioned to morals and and doing everything in a way I thought a life ought to be lived.
It was pure accidental fate,
Sanctioned to the rosey gates for God knows how long.
I didn’t expect this… not one bit.
Truth is, hell...
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