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coyoteclaw11) wrote2019-01-17 11:56 pm
coyoteclaw11) wrote2019-01-17 11:56 pm
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Freewriting - 004
Rating: T
Words: 476
Prompt: Satan has instructed his incompetent younger brother, Stan, to open a milder version of Hell known as Heck. How does one end up there, and what punishments does Stan devise? (via)
Note: Back to a 10-min freewrite today, but did it on the computer directly instead of handwriting and transcribing. You'd think college would've already taught me I write far faster and more legibly that way but :( Idk I'll probably jump back and forth depending on what I'm most comfortable doing.
“Welcome to Heck!”
Heck’s latest arrival regards Stan with a dubious expression. His arrivals usually do, but he doesn’t let that curb his enthusiasm.
“And what exactly is that supposed to be? Hell for kids? Kidz Bop: Eternal Suffering?”
“No, no,” Stan insists, waving him off and stepping over to throw an arm over his shoulder. “S’not like that. It’s more like… something in between.”
“Between what, exactly?”
The more the man snarks, the more Stan gets an idea what landed him here. He smiles, loving the little puzzle that comes with each new arrival. “Ya know, like the good people go to Heaven or whatever. The shitty people visit my bro in eternal damnation, and the one who aren’t really one or the other come to me. Called it ‘Heck’ because, why not? You’ve gotta have a sense of humor in this place.”
The guy looks at him bewildered. “This has to be the weirdest, fucking dream I’ve ever had.”
“Funny, a lot of people say that!” Stan enthuses, tightening his arm around the man’s shoulder and pulling him suddenly towards the entrance. “Come on, let me show you around.”
“So,” he starts, throwing out his free arm to the large, darkened room they’ve entered. A glow emits from the large television set against one wall, in front of which, a number of people sit, staring mindlessly at some cheery commercial. “Welcome to the land of shitty television, where you change the channel all day and not a single thing is on. Plus it comes with its fair share of annoying commercials that are sure to haunt you in your sleep should you choose to do that.”
“That’s…. Lame,” the man mutters, eyeing the dancing toothbrush on the tv with disinterest.
“It’s boring,” Stan corrects, slightly wounded. “If you want something interesting to watch, you should’ve donated to charity or something while you were alive.” He jerks the man in another direction suddenly, taking joy in his startled expression as he directs him to another segment of his domain. “Never mind that. We have loads of great stuff here! Or well, not that great stuff. But also not that bad. It’s kinda my brand.” He shoots the man a grin that goes ignored.
The next room they step into is warm. Not like…. Burning, but also not comfortable. A little inspiration from his big bro. “Now,” he announces, “behold the room of never-ending slightly uncomfortable temperatures! It’s just hot enough to make everyone that kind of gross, sticky sweaty that’s made even worse by the stagnant air. Evaporation? I don’t know her.”
The man seems to not even want to bother with a response to this one, and Stan’s enthusiasm is starting to waver. “What?” he asks. “No, ‘man that sucks’ or ‘this is slightly uncomfortable but overall not really that bad all things considered’?”
Words: 476
Prompt: Satan has instructed his incompetent younger brother, Stan, to open a milder version of Hell known as Heck. How does one end up there, and what punishments does Stan devise? (via)
Note: Back to a 10-min freewrite today, but did it on the computer directly instead of handwriting and transcribing. You'd think college would've already taught me I write far faster and more legibly that way but :( Idk I'll probably jump back and forth depending on what I'm most comfortable doing.
“Welcome to Heck!”
Heck’s latest arrival regards Stan with a dubious expression. His arrivals usually do, but he doesn’t let that curb his enthusiasm.
“And what exactly is that supposed to be? Hell for kids? Kidz Bop: Eternal Suffering?”
“No, no,” Stan insists, waving him off and stepping over to throw an arm over his shoulder. “S’not like that. It’s more like… something in between.”
“Between what, exactly?”
The more the man snarks, the more Stan gets an idea what landed him here. He smiles, loving the little puzzle that comes with each new arrival. “Ya know, like the good people go to Heaven or whatever. The shitty people visit my bro in eternal damnation, and the one who aren’t really one or the other come to me. Called it ‘Heck’ because, why not? You’ve gotta have a sense of humor in this place.”
The guy looks at him bewildered. “This has to be the weirdest, fucking dream I’ve ever had.”
“Funny, a lot of people say that!” Stan enthuses, tightening his arm around the man’s shoulder and pulling him suddenly towards the entrance. “Come on, let me show you around.”
“So,” he starts, throwing out his free arm to the large, darkened room they’ve entered. A glow emits from the large television set against one wall, in front of which, a number of people sit, staring mindlessly at some cheery commercial. “Welcome to the land of shitty television, where you change the channel all day and not a single thing is on. Plus it comes with its fair share of annoying commercials that are sure to haunt you in your sleep should you choose to do that.”
“That’s…. Lame,” the man mutters, eyeing the dancing toothbrush on the tv with disinterest.
“It’s boring,” Stan corrects, slightly wounded. “If you want something interesting to watch, you should’ve donated to charity or something while you were alive.” He jerks the man in another direction suddenly, taking joy in his startled expression as he directs him to another segment of his domain. “Never mind that. We have loads of great stuff here! Or well, not that great stuff. But also not that bad. It’s kinda my brand.” He shoots the man a grin that goes ignored.
The next room they step into is warm. Not like…. Burning, but also not comfortable. A little inspiration from his big bro. “Now,” he announces, “behold the room of never-ending slightly uncomfortable temperatures! It’s just hot enough to make everyone that kind of gross, sticky sweaty that’s made even worse by the stagnant air. Evaporation? I don’t know her.”
The man seems to not even want to bother with a response to this one, and Stan’s enthusiasm is starting to waver. “What?” he asks. “No, ‘man that sucks’ or ‘this is slightly uncomfortable but overall not really that bad all things considered’?”
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