Stuck on the couch with a busted knee + a lot of time + an active imagination = ??
Okay, my mind is kinda twisted at the best of times, but right now, it is a dark and scary place. The result is a departure from my usual writing to something … well, I’ll let you be the judge.
This is a paragraph that popped out yesterday (maybe the start of a new story?):
It is interesting how the importance of material possessions decreases, as pain increases.
She tried to protest when they took the diamond earrings, hardly noticed when they took the Rolex and didn’t feel it when they took her wedding ring.
By that time she was living inside a new world the size of her brain; a world consisting of wave after wave of crimson, searing pain.
She called it Hell.
Hell had a gatekeeper. The Gatekeeper’s face was never in focus, but she knew what the appearance of those slitted eyes and girlish voice meant. It meant that she would get to know a whole new area of Hell, previously unexplored.
Heaven also had a gatekeeper, but he stood outside the gates, keeping people from entering.
Hell’s gatekeeper stood inside the gates, keeping people from getting out.