Short Story : ' The Hell '

“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her

In a land far far away in Santa Barbara, California, there was a girl named Danielle who lived with her Paw Paw. She was very insecure and never really knew who she was, because she always followed the crowd. One day at school she gets an assignment where she has to write about herself. But she doesn’t know what to write! She is very upset; because she has never failed a school assignment in her life and she doesn’t want to start now. So she asks her best friend, Alexia, and asks for her to write it for her. Alexia said that she was sorry but she didn’t want to get in trouble.

“Under the bleachers!” I said. We ducked and ran under the bleachers, but I lifted my head up then, Bam! I fall down to the ground, but don’t feel any different. As I got up to keep running Megan stopped me and said, “you just ran into the bleachers stop and take a breath.” I guess she was right. I touch my head and asked her if she can shine her phone flashlight on my hand.

After deep thought and an hour of wasted time consisting of snapchatting and laying in various parts of my room, Lily suggests that we go down to The Dollar Tree and get some funny, random toys to quench our desire to do something, anything! I lived on the corner of Lindsay and Brown and the dollar store was located on Lindsay and University, so the mile distance was a short, doable journey. On our way back, our new-bought silly string in hand, Lily and I ran ahead of the three others that accompanied us, and we headed back to my house. When we arrived home, we hid behind the pillars and patiently waited for the others’ return. As we could hear their voices morph from a slight mumble into a real conversation, we jumped out and surprise attacked the girls with a silly string invasion. What Lily and I thought to be a harmless, funny act, really upset the three of them, especially Rachel. They would not come inside my house and insisted we go away from them. As me and Lily now sit in my room laughing and trying to forget about the drama that was on the rise, I began to hear scurrying noises downstairs accompanied by “oh my gosh” and “she’s gonna be so mad”. I walked out of my room to find Rachel covering my house with the purple slime she bought at The Dollar Tree. Everywhere I looked, it was there: rubbed into the hallway carpet, spread down the walls, down the laundry shoot, on the towels, and in the refrigerator, as if it were rapidly multiplying throughout my house. It was something out of a cartoon and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I know we were young and immature, but this took it to a new level, and I couldn’t contain my anger. Tears automatically came running down my face as I knew I’d be dead when my parents came home. “Get out of

Have you ever heard of the disgraced athlete, Lance Armstrong? Or maybe you’ve heard of the story of Troy. In fact, you can compare the actions Armstrong and the gods made that caused them to later suffer. Both texts can prove that your actions can cause major events that may be more than you bargained for. Although the situations are different, both the gods and Armstrong controlled society, were arrogant and inconsiderate, and lied in some shape or form.

We were silent. Our eyes didn’t leave the board as the piece jerked back to the beginning. To A. Then stopped. We waited for the piece to point out the next letter, but it remained still. After three minutes, Rachel and Claire withdrew their hands. I felt them watching me. “It wants you to ask something,” Rachel said softly. “If by ‘it’ you mean Claire, I’m sure that’s true.” I stood up, shaking and nauseous. I was done. “I didn’t push it,” Claire said, wide-eyed as she looked at Rachel, then at me. “Pinky swear?” I asked, with sarcasm. “Why not,” Claire answered, with malice. She stood and walked closer to me. Too close. Her green eyes were dangerous. “I didn’t push it,” she said again. “It wants you to play.” Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled herself up off the floor. She looked straight at Claire. “I believe you,” she said, “but let’s do something else?” “Like what?” Claire’s voice was flat, and I stared right back at her, unflinching. Here we go. “We can watch The Blair Witch Project.” Claire’s favorite, naturally. “How about it?” Rachel’s voice was tentative, but firm. I tore my eyes away from Claire’s and nodded, managing a smile. Claire did the same. Rachel relaxed, but I didn’t. For her sake, though, I tried to swallow my anger and unease as we settled in to watch the movie. Rachel popped in the DVD and blew out the candles. Six months later, they were both

"Hey you!" I shouted, pointing at Grell. He turned around, and with a cute dorky look, he replied, "Me?" I mentally fangirled. For your information, I love nerdy boys. We had extra time before we left to hopefully see the 'corpse' of the victim, which was nothing but frightening. I decided to chat with Grell. "Yeah, you." I walked over to him, and hugged him. "L-Lily?" He was blushing. "Oh, sorry. I got carried away, ha." I laughed it off, but still embarrassed. The shy nerdy boy looked down.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

The emergency exit to the side, I dashed over to the door using all my weight to force it open, only to find, there was a large dumpster in front of the door. This was planted here… someone is still here, it had to of been Ryan. He must of known people where here, and he’s attacking my friends! It was a tight squeeze, I try again, getting a running start and crash my full body weight at the door, budging it ever so slightly. And again, and again, the large dumpster was inching over with every impact my petite body could muster. Eventually, the crack of the door was just wide enough, that I could fit by body through, but just barely wedging myself through. It was a tight squeeze, but I finally made it out. The banging was a little louder, and I look up, it was coming from the math and language building. First instinct was to pull out my phone to call the police, but we are in public property, we’d be in trouble, but unfortunately my phone had no signal, there was interference somewhere on the campus, just my freaking luck! I ran as fast as I could, whipping my mag light out and try to save Kyle and Sarah. The entrance to the math building was pried open, the lock was already smashed on one side. As I made my way in, I could see there were lockers and desks smashed in the halls, I hear the screams of Sarah intensifying and more loud banging and smashing, and a noise of a grunting man. It was coming from upstairs, I started to shout at whoever is causing the commotion to knock it off, arming myself with the blunt end of the mag light ready to strike. The noise was coming from the German classroom, I was fearing the worst, preparing to face the worst. I charge in, and to my surprise. Sarah rushed to hug me as hard as she could. Kyle with a pipe in his hand, gasping for

“Okay, I just didn’t want you to think I was pressuring you to deal with this again,” Aidan replied. “That’s settled then. We’re going to Connecticut. You drive,” said Megan and started walking towards the exit. Aidan had to run to catch up with her. They walked silently across the parking lot towards Aidan’s car.

Alexis then saw this girl, but stopped to think “should I be this girls friend I mean she looks like a mean rattlesnake.” She wanted to talk to her, but she didn’t know her. Alexis didn’t know if it was a good idea so she just waited. Alexis thought over night, and thought “I’m going to talk to her she’s going to be my friend.”

Hell. The four lettered word that trembles in the throats of men and children alike; The images of suffering, flame pits and blood, the smell of burning flesh, the shrieking of those who have fallen from grace. For centuries man has sought out ways to cleanse his soul, to repent for his sins and possibly secure his passage into paradise, all evoked by the fear of eternal damnation and pain. The early 20th century philosopher and existentialist writer Jean-Paul Sartre saw life as an endless realm of suffering and a complete void of nothingness. His pessimistic ideals of life followed through to his beliefs on death, as death for him was a final nothingness. If death was a final nothingness, Sartre's view of hell was really a final

The idea of making up a "Hell", or inferno, is not an experience in which I, even in my wildest thoughts, had started to imagine. Call me an optimist, but the idea of imagining Hell never appealed to me. However, as I read through the Bible, I have come across many images of hell and will now attempt to create a partial picture.

In the movie, From Hell the plot is based around the strategic string of murders of women in a prostitution ring. The success of this movie is accredited to the usage of dramatization, music, and its transitional cut scenes. “From Hell” is an intriguing, suspenseful, thriller that plays off of the audience's perceptions of horror due to their previous patterns of fascination. This movie effectively keeping their interest and builds suspense throughout the movie.

In Dante’s Inferno, we followed Dante as he narrates his decent and observations of hell. A wonderful part of that depiction is his descriptions of the creative yet cruel punishments that each of the different sinners receive. This story is an integral part of literary history, and even if I were to have the imagination and ability of Dante Alighieri, I don’t believe I would change this tried and true version known universally.