A Soul in Hell
by Sean Emery
Here I am, one of the souls of the damned, burning in flames and tortured by demons. Sometimes getting either acid or molten lead on my face. I wondered what I did to anger God, then I realized that I swindled and scammed elderly people before I died in a vehicle accident. Now I have so much molten gold forced fed to me every day that I'm surprised that I don't shit gold. I remember that after I crashed, I awoke and got up, but then I saw an ambulance, a couple of police vehicles, a news van, and my dead body on the pavement with both of my legs broken in half.
As I realized what happened, I felt an ominous presence behind me and looked. It was an a white owl with red eyes who then turned into an 8 foot skeletal figure in a black robe with a scythe, red eyes and it held a large parchment that was nearly 10 feet long that reached the ground. He was looking at his parchment, leaned towards me and growled in a low voice, "You have no reason to stay on this plane of mortal ex
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