Lost In Space...Beagle 2 by Harvey Kennett The true story of Beagle 2 ? Apologies to Yanks in general... [1,105 words]
The Happy Housewife by April Griffin A short but powerfull tale of a battered woman. [980 words]
Mind's Shadow by J Shartzer A teenager is engrossed in the search for the reason of his girlfriend's sudden suicide. [8,115 words]
Melancholy Polly by J Shartzer A young woman with a bizzare history is deeply affected by her mother's death. [1,579 words]
Your Little God Is Pooh And Creepy Too by Xoggoth Only the innocent find salvation. In the run up to the revelation the ki... [1,442 words]
The Three Rotten Sisters by Christopher W Sorenson A funny short story about three snoody women who marry three fine gentlemen. In the e... [789 words]
The Markings Of An Angle by Narinder Bhambra A short story. [1,398 words]
The Fly And... by Xoggoth That Geoff Goldblum had it easy! One fly?? I should have been so lucky! [483 words]
The Difference-1 by Sukesh Srivastava An emotional story of sacrifices made for each other in the family. [4,595 words]
The Diary Of Mystery by Hazli Ghazali Collection of Hazli's short stories under the topic of mystery, a lot to think and discove... [3,982 words]
The Come Back by Bryan Meckley About a successful overdose. [2,157 words]
Ripple Effect by E Rocco Caldwell A scientist has discovered time travel or maybe his own descent into insanity. [838 words]
Providing For Sarah by Xoggoth A desolate man finds comfort in an imaginary (?) companion. But who will care for her when ... [883 words]
Pakistani Feast by Jerry Pat Bolton A man, alone in the jungles of Pakistani, become surrounded by a pride of tigers. [1,681 words]
Night Ride by P J Lawton A tired young man accepts a ride from a mysterious stranger. [1,463 words]
My Eternal Triangle by Erasmus Flynt - [710 words]
Monica's Pie by Paul B Kramer Reklon Harponip, a Turkish lad on his own in America, identifies with Monica Lewinsky's plight as ... [3,062 words]
Man Skin by Harvey Kennett When you sleep, what happens to your dreams ? [776 words]
Hell Is A Personal Place
Goodnight Sweet Kevin by Harvey Kennett It concerns me that we, as a species, follow trends and "buzzwords", and anyone who dares... [603 words]
God's Trainees by Xoggoth Him upstairs is thinking of retiring, all he needs to do is train up some suitable replacements.... [1,570 words]
Fury Of Steele by Robert E Tadlock The drug lords of Hong Kong are trying to take over L.A. But Hong Kong itself will feel the fury... [2,686 words]
Free Road by Deon Coetzee The possibility that life may be ended with a happy parting of one's shadow, ie. suicide, that is not... [194 words]
Food For Thought by P J Lawton Ever wonder where the food of the future will come from? [973 words]
Do You Remember Now? by E Daugherty - [703 words]
Did You Hear The One About The Three Icelandic Bishops by Gypsey Teague When you invite a guest into your home, be prepared for ... [493 words]
Death Walk by P J Lawton A space ship crashes on a lonely planet leaving the crew a long walk to safety. [1,147 words]
Changing To Go Out by Xoggoth In the aftermath of the genetic bomb, a simple night at the pictures with the missus is no e... [444 words]
Business Card by E Rocco Caldwell Madness can be in a simple telephone call. [723 words]
Back To The Garden by Xoggoth Depressing the extent to which everything is being dumbed down these days. Poor state educat... [527 words]
A Conversation With God by Kevin Myrick Basically, its a short story with sort of a twisted view on the whole walking with god ... [1,230 words]
The Music I Held by E Daugherty - [802 words]
Licorice Tea by Shelley J Alongi This is a story I havent' worked into my novel yet; it's how Rachel makes a decision to fall in lo... [3,590 words]
Victim by Gypsey Teague By the full of the moon, and the cloak of the night. There are some things that are better Kept in the l... [1,372 words]
Twisted Figures by Rae Just wrote it down as it came to mind.. no sense or anything :) [294 words]
Things To Do Before I Die by Gypsey Teague Everyone makes lists. Some mean more than others. [1,045 words]
The Waitress Fom Hell by Richard Koss The story of a patron's ongoing feud with an over-the-hill waitress. [750 words]
The Soldier by Solo A darkly lyrical tale of an old soldier seperated from his men behind enemy lines who takes on a mi... [8,019 words]
The Siege Of Tar Ebon by Dayne Edmondson This is a story of human kind's greatest hour of need. [2,501 words]
The Man I Call My Dad by Justin M Chapman A story about my dad that I wrote for a class. It tells about him. [979 words]
The Gatekeeper Of The Heaven by Partha Pratim Majumder Theme : Hypothetically, the concept of God,heaven etc. are all created by and pr... [2,419 words]
The Divine Inside Of Thoughts by Elroy Jamoke Lloyd Auto-bio piece... [4,442 words]
The Clearing by E Rocco Caldwell A simple ghost story that happens to be true. [783 words]
Spirits Revolt by Jack Roland Butter When Donna moves to her new Californian house she can't believe her luck. Soon she discovers tha... [1,079 words]
Simon Says: The Case Of The Singing Lady Blues by P J Lawton A hard-boiled private detective makes a fatal mistake. He can't ... [3,757 words]
Simon Says: Case Of Vengeance By The Letter by P J Lawton A hard-boiled private detective's past comes back to haunt him. [3,972 words]
Simon Says: Case Of The Deadly Diamond Dupe by P J Lawton A hard-boiled private detective reluctantly gets involved in a terr... [3,813 words]
Shadow Cat by John Caruso On a cold winter day a feral kitten wandered out of the wooded paradise surrounding our home in west... [22,470 words]
Roundabout Love by Kevin Myrick The story of two people who shouldn't be able to fall in love, but came together. [1,187 words]
Pyscho Librarian by Sarah Beresh About a librarian who was a Physco killer and told all her lil library kids about her past the... [1,849 words]
Not Much Like Christmas by Stephanie A Erickson A short story based on the song "Christmas By The Phone" by Good Charlotte. Also based ... [2,616 words]
Neighbors by Shelley J Alongi Aviation story. This story takes place before Andrew meets Anne in his spactacular early morning lan... [1,523 words]
Mom's Color Code by Partha Pratim Majumder Relationship between mother and son. The very intricate relationship that needs no description... [1,287 words]
Managing by Shelley J Alongi Twenty years after marriage, and despite life, Anne and Andrew still manage to hold everything togethe... [2,329 words]
Last Day by Shelley J Alongi Aviation Story 18. Anne and Andrew, a sinus headache, troublesome passengers, a frantic boss, and the ... [2,335 words]
Landing Part Two by Shelley J Alongi Aviation story. Relationship conflict. Melanie talks to Laura about Jeff. [1,765 words]
Landing Part Three by Shelley J Alongi Origins of the accident. Pleasant flight. [1,176 words]
Landing Part One by Shelley J Alongi Anaviation story. A pilot is caught between a rock and a hard place, literally, leading to a ... [1,637 words]
Landing Part Four by Shelley J Alongi Melanie is afraid. [1,480 words]
Landing Part Five by Shelley J Alongi Jeff's dream. [1,033 words]
Jolly John's Last Laugh by Partha Pratim Majumder In 1963 , A young Englishman bought an old Bunglow at the foothills of Himalayas near ... [2,437 words]
Is It Real Or Is It Memorex? by D G Williford You tell me... [82 words]
Billy And Jason by Ashley A Selsing Jason meets a new kid, Billy, who steals his things. At first they are enemies, but they then ... [1,382 words]
Back Page News by E Rocco Caldwell The thoughts of a dying US soldier on the road to baghdad. [805 words]
Attack Of The Sans by Randy Johnson A Space Warrior named Fland travels to a planet called Narburg and battles intelligent Slug ... [3,022 words]
An Encounter With Evil by P J Lawton A young man's search for the bizarre gets him a little more than he bargined for. [1,761 words]
A Season For Figs by Geraldine Winters A short story. [3,255 words]
A Hike by Jennifer Winter A short story. [875 words]
A Friend by Peter Izdebski I was like clay, so soft and yellow. I listened and followed because I didn't know that I could talk ... [917 words]
Go to page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28  30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50
Hell Is A Personal Place
Each of us has a personal idea of Hell!
|AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (14)
Cogito, Ergo Sum (Short Stories) - [708 words]
Dormant Musings (Poetry) - [106 words]
Eighth Day (Short Stories) - [1,423 words]
In Capable Hands (Short Stories) Or are we? [212 words]
In Transit (Poetry) A soul makes an unexpected pitstop along its journey. [232 words]
Madrugada (Poetry) - [73 words]
My Eternal Triangle (Short Stories) - [710 words]
Null And Void (Poetry) - [61 words]
Retribution And New Beginnings (Short Stories) Secrets will out. [8,764 words] [Thriller]
Self Incarceration (Poetry) - [141 words]
Still She Lies (Poetry) - [92 words]
Take Heart (Poetry) - [108 words]
Touch Me No More (Poetry) - [114 words] [Relationships]
Unwanted Company (Short Stories) - [826 words]
Hell Is A Personal Place
It was the eyes that told him that he was in hell. Screaming at them to leave him had no effect, and trying to escape from them was as hard as running headlong into a gale force wind, with a millstone around his neck. He cried, pleading for them to go away, and still they advanced ever nearer towards him. Big eyes, small eyes, all shapes and sizes, some laughing, some serious and some that he couldn’t make out the emotion that lay behind them. He had expected, even welcomed a hell of some description, and he had fantasised about it many times. He worked hard all his life to reserve his place there. But nothing he imagined could have come even remotely close to the nightmarish reality he found himself in after his self-inflicted and premature death.
He continued screaming at them to go away and still they came moved closer. Anger rapidly overcame him like a raging tidal wave, hell-bent on the destruction of everything in its path, a seething evil and eternal rage that fed his depraved soul. He wasn’t used to disobedience. Everyone had listened to him during his lifetime, had hung on to his every word and he was obeyed without question. He had been powerfully enigmatic and hypnotic, omnipotent and totally in control until his last humanly breath. Now this hell had gained control of him against his will, and his omnipotence became impotence. His body was dead and his soul, dark and evil lay paralysed, and at the mercy of the eyes. He was powerless, his soul invalid, unable to move; and then blind panic overtook him when he realised he no longer had anything to move. He was but an energy, a consciousness imprisoned and controlled by forces that he could not comprehend, that was being held somewhere against its will in a dark place where it did not want to be.
The eyes were getting closer still, and as they neared, the terror welled up inside his very soul. He now knew fear without end, like it were some ancient adversary; an unbeatable foe. The eyes continued towards him, and smiling mouths began to form, some with teeth and some without. Whole faces started to take shape, some real looking and some with ghostly form. Beautiful faces, kind and forgiving in a Godly kind of way, coming closer, ever closer but not touching him - yet. ‘Godly’ frightened him just as shadows frighten a lone child at night, fearing what might lurk behind them and what forms they might take.
Bodies took shape, some were well dressed and some wore rags. Some were well fed, but most of them were cruelly emaciated. Arms and legs grew from the bodies and as they took form, many others joined them. The hundreds of pairs of eyes multiplied themselves into thousands, and they too took bodily form, but it was the eyes that shone out above everything else. He tried to avoid looking directly into them, but he could not help himself; he was forced to look and he found them impossible to resist. The eyes bore into the depths of his soul, reaching into the ungodly essence of his heart, and he felt as though they were tearing at him like the talons of a large bird of prey would tear into a rodent.
Their numbers were indeterminable. Thousands turned into hundreds of thousands, and they in turn into millions, eventually getting so close that he thought he could almost touch them. His deathly screams suddenly became silent as their arms reached out to him, the smallest ones first, as they were in front. They each took their turn, children first, then the women and then the men. Arms and hands beckoned to him and their innocent smiles tormented his soul like a fire he could not bear, the tattooed numbers on their arms a testament to why he was where he was. They started to touch him gently, taking their turns, smiling and kindly, forgiving and benevolent and the torment became insufferable. Suddenly he realised that there were more than six million of them and he screamed silently to his god, any god, to save him.
A little boy with large brown eyes and a sad smile pushed his way to the front. Head tilted to the side his dishevelled hair complemented his clothes, and a yellow glow shone forth from the Star of David on his torn shirt. With his left hand he held out an olive branch in silent offering, whilst he held his right hand over his heart as a gesture of forgiveness.
He recoiled inwardly, refusing the boy any acknowledgement. They touched him still, beckoning him to follow as the fire began to rise from his feet, climbing slowly upwards. The eyes watched as the flames licked and enveloped him. He began to lose sight and the eyes faded back slowly into the distance, reforming themselves again into the Angel of the Light that they truly were; and then they were gone. The flames died gently away, and he found himself back in his black personal void, with nothing but his dark soul paralysed for eternity.
But then he saw something; something like a star in the distance which began to move slowly toward him. He strained hard to see what it was, and it was the eyes that again told him that he was in hell. He knew that screaming at them would make no difference, but he screamed regardless, and trying to escape from them would feel like running headlong into a gale force wind with a millstone around his neck. He cried, pleading for them to go away, and they advanced ever nearer towards him. Big eyes, small eyes, all shapes and sizes, some laughing, some serious and some that he couldn’t make out what emotion lay behind them. He had expected, even welcomed a hell of some description, and he had fantasised about it many times. He worked hard all his life to reserve himself a place there. But nothing he imagined could have come even remotely close to that eternally recurring nightmarish illusion that was to become his home after his premature and self-inflicted death.
Hell is such a beautifully personal place.
|READER'S REVIEWS (5)
DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Wonderfully eerie! Well done!" -- e. rocco caldwell.
"Hi,i think i really like this story because i don't think i would ever think of something quite like this. I loved the message that you were sending and also great visuals. It was so well drawn in my mind. By the way i messed up on my e-mail adress the correct one is: [email protected] Please e-mail me. I'd like to hear you thoughts and such. Thank you." -- Moses M. Constable.
"Ehmm..m. Sehr gut Seite! Ich sage innig..!:) bmw" -- BMW, ..., ..., ....
"Ehmm..m. Sehr gut Seite! Ich sage innig..!:) bmw" -- BMW, ..., ..., ....
"Luogo abbastanza piacevole, lo godo completamente! bmw" -- Totti, ..., ..., ....
TO DELETE UNWANTED REVIEWS CLICK HERE! (SELECT "MANAGE TITLE REVIEWS" ACTION)
Submit Your Review for Hell Is A Personal Place
Required fields are marked with (*).
Your e-mail address will not be displayed.
Submit Your Rating for Hell Is A Personal Place
© 2003 Erasmus Flynt
|STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
|NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED