The Gates of Hell

Slowly, he approached the gate that was wreathed in fire, he could feel the heat from where he was standing. Just beyond it he could make out the people (were they people?) arising from sleep, and getting up from their beds of nails. A horned demon awaited his arrival eagerly, with a list ready in hand, to check off his name. For these were the very gates of hell.

He desperately tried to remember all the sins he had never confessed, but could not think of any. Was God not listening to his confessions? Had he not been forgiven? He had recited countless verses in hopes for forgiveness, but now it all seemed pointless. He reached the gate.

“What’s your name?”, the demon asked, as rudely as he could. But buried in his thoughts, Ashraf didn’t hear him.

“Your name!” the demon shouted again.

“Ashraf” he stated with confidence he did not feel.
The demon flipped through his list quickly, then scanned it again slowly. Ashraf watched his tiny red eyes repeatedly look over the piece of paper.

“It’s not here! Your name isn't here.” Ashraf glanced up in surprise.

“You're in the wrong place, aren't you? You're supposed to be up there.” He pointed towards the sky, where for the first time Ashraf noticed there was a small circle of light. As if on cue, a staircase descended, and without any questions, Ashraf began climbing towards the heaven where he knew he belonged.

The HAPPY Post

Yes folks, you read that right. My blog is turning into a Wanda. No, that's a complete lie. My blog will still be exactly the same as it's always been, with the exception of this post. For once in my life, I am inspired by something that isn't completely and utterly depressing. So, I give you a list, no ordinary list, a list of life's best feelings. May we always ignore how painful life is.

1. The feeling when you hit an overhead, and the racket connects so perfectly with the ball, sending vibrations up your arm, and the tennis ball goes slamming down on the court, with no possible way that your opponent could return it. For those of you not tall enough to slam dunk (most of the world's population), you should try out this feeling, it's pretty much as good.

2. A nice, steep slope, with no moguls, waiting for you to speed down on your skis, and you can hear the wind rushing through your ears, and you are blissfully ALONE.

3. The stoned feeling you get after an hour spent listening to music, and doing nothing else. Then you walk around for like three hours, not knowing where you are. Best. feeling. ever.

4. When you wake up, squirm around for a bit, look at the clock, and realize it's 1:00 in the afternoon, then freak out until you realize it's Saturday. SATURDAY.

5. The simple pleasure of looking at the TV menu and noticing that three or more of your favorite shows are on right after one another, syncing up perfectly.

6. The feeling I, you, and 50% (or more) of the world gets when looking at Johnny Depp.

7. Realizing that you have all your homework done, and you didn't slack at all. Then you notice that it's only 8:30, and you do a little happy dance and immediately hop on the internet.

8. When you remember that it's Sunday, and you run to the computer to check the updated PostSecret.

9. Finding a new, GOOD, band. So jokes.

10. The fuzzy feeling you get when someone gives you a genuine complement. Like telling you that you are very pretty. I wish that happened to me more often.

Well, this is all for now. I will possibly make another one, since there are *gasp* a number of happy things that I didn't put on this list. Isn't that strange? I spend all my time writing depressing things, and then come to the realization that there are good things about life. Siiiiigh....

Mix and Match

A little break from my series, since, as usual, I'm feeling uninspired to finish what I started. Here is a little game I played, mix and match song lyrics. Songs are at the bottom, you can guess what is from which song. And maybe I'll throw in a line or two of my own, just to leave you guessing at how much of a genius I actually am.

As morphine tears through deadened veins
I'm numbing in these days,
Safe outside my gilded cage
A wraith with an angel’s body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
Velvet burns,
The wrists while restraining
With an ounce of pain
I wield a ton of rage
One at a time, conscious becomes surreal
Damning evidence to the depths of hell
Parched throats, cry me a river
She walks the line into her deathbed rings
Steal the glamour from death,
And before you die,
Just like suicide
Call the angels.
This razor blade was meant for me
Call the angels.
We'll mutilate insanity

Songs:
Bleed Black - AFI
The Missing Frame - AFI
Kiss and Control - AFI
We Sleep Forever - Aiden
Bleeding Mascara - Atreyu
Like Suicide - Soundgarden

Here you are...

Here is the next story. You may have to wait a while after this for the next stories, because I haven't actually written the next stories. I've kind of run out of ideas for extremities, so if you have any ideas, please tell me.

Too Scared

I know that there are people who lie awake at night and toss-and-turn and can’t go to sleep but really I can’t help them so why try? After all, if I let my thoughts get to me I probably would be just as scared as they are, which makes it hard for me to help them when they ask for it. They need to learn to block out those thoughts and to numb themselves to everything around them I don’t care how. There aren’t any reasons to be scared unless you think about the next day and the light shining into your eyes and blinding you in the morning or maybe just the darkness swallowing you up in your sleep as soon as you close your eyes.

And then...

The next one:

Too Bad

Some people just look bad to me, I hate to use stereotypes but ever felt like you can see through that bag and just know, just know that there is some kind of weapon in there? Ever felt if you talk to them they will turn around and kill you with just the look in their eyes, and next morning the news will be telling everyone that you were found dead on the sidewalk with no signs of damage. Pop you were gone, just like that, you were gone. And that person, that bad person would walk away, maybe laughing, thinking that they got away with murder. And they did.

The Deal:

Here is the deal guys:
I am going to wait for at LEAST 2 comments on a post before posting the next story. So, get off your asses and start commenting. Well, I guess you wouldn't have to get off your ass to comment, but do it anyways. Otherwise, your loss. I've written the next stories, but it's up to you if you want to see them...he he he.

I guess there should be a warning for this story, although if you ask me I don't need it. But if you are homophobic, don't read it, or pretend I'm a guy...

Too Beautiful

She thinks life is beautiful like herself because her pale skin and full hair just make me want to lay my lips to sleep on hers they just look like a bed to me. Soft-feather-pillows hush little baby I can’t say a word all that comes out of my mouth are statements (not questions) like “I love you” that don’t mean anything. But when I look into her eyes I feel like crying because really there is nothing there nothing there at all, so I focus on the rest of her so I won’t have to taste bitterness on my tongue.

The Next Installment...

Here is the next installment of my series...
I have actually written the next 4 installments, but I need posting matter, so I'll only give them to you one at a time. I apologize. At least it means I'll be posting more frequently...

2. Too Happy

Optimism has always been one of those qualities that I can’t appreciate because there’s this little part of me that is hate-hate-hating it if only because I can’t see life that way. Maybe she’s breaking underneath but she doesn’t show it like I do with my rawredskin exterior. It never-never fades, and parts of me don’t want it too, there is no happiness for me only that empty blackness that I keep diving into (cannonball).