Title: Hell

Rating: K

Word Count: Drabble ~130 Words

Author Notes: Wrote this for my friend, MiryBrac, who wanted a bed time story...


He was in the fiery heats of hell, smoke burnt his lung with every breath he took. He saw no way out, stringed up with his hands tied with iron claps. All he could do was yell for mercy and beg for help.

None came. Not for 40 years.

Then, one that 2,090th week of hell, he heard the voice. The voice of freedom.

It gripped him tight and rose him from perdition, it's hand burning a mark on his skin as they rose from the fire and breathed in fresh air.

He was alive. He was safe. He was back.

An the heavens roared at the joyous occasion.

The bells and cheers as the righteous man rose from his grave and walked the earth once more.


The end.