
Short Story #1
You're dead. And of course, you went to hell. It's not what you expected, no 9 layers, or demons watching your every move. Instead, you were piled on top of countless others, forced to be smothered for an eternity.
Whether you're naked or not is up to you, because I'm not going to tell you that (yuck). Your back is resting on someone's foot, and it's digging into your spine. Your face is smothered by someone else's shoulder, and is pushed backwards into an impossible position. Your legs are bent backwards by the sheer weight of the people above you, and your arms were luckily tucked into your body. Sadly, they're being pushed into your chest uncomfortably, and you can feel your nails digging into your neck.
You've waited. You've tried talking to the people around you, but you're surrounded by the constant moans of agony. When you suddenly hear a slight difference. Instead of the people moaning and groaning, you can hear people screaming in fear, shrieking. You brush it off, you've been sitting here for an eternity, what could possibly change?
It starts off with the temperature rising. The screams are getting closer. You can feel the red hot heat now. You close your eyes.
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