Brief Improv Fic
I am finishing a rather strong rum and Sprite- a combination that is oddly appealing. Seems as good a time as any to attempt a little experiment. A brief fiction. If blasphemy offends you, do not click.
Clarice woke up to find herself in a dark room. Her eyes vainly attempted to adjust to the light, but there was none- it was not simply that the room was pitch-black but that there was a profound anti-light, a darkness that she could feel like an unholy fog. It made her skin crawl- and immediately, she sensed that it was supernatural in origin.
She was in the place of complete darkness, of suffocated wailing and gnashing of teeth. A place even more dreadful in Hell, at least in Hell, the burning of flesh and sandpaper rasp of parched throats was a sort of experience. Here, if you screamed, your voice would simply taper off into void.
Do not be frightened, little girl. This is simply Sheol, the Universal and Eternal Grave. There is no pain, no death. Let it go and give in to the abyss. Accept your non-existence and find peace in it.
"No- no, this isn't right. I'm not dead- I'm not ..." Clarice protested, although she wasn't completely sure if she was really dead or not.
Your God cannot hear you here. God is only where there is existence, child. At the beginning of matter and energy, He wrapped himself in the Universe. And left Me to nothingness. And as you drew your final breath at the temple, He allowed you to fall into Me.
"You lie." Clarice replied, the tone laced with the grasping venom of the desperate. She could feel herself begin to fade, her faith and her love slowly dissipating, like a mirage in desert heat. Was this it? "This can't be."
Give in to Me, dear child and suffer no more.
"No, God, no ..." Clarice closed useless eyes and tried to fight him. The battle had been won once before. It could be won again.
Haha, I bet that really sucked. But it was written in half an hour.
Kris K
Clarice woke up to find herself in a dark room. Her eyes vainly attempted to adjust to the light, but there was none- it was not simply that the room was pitch-black but that there was a profound anti-light, a darkness that she could feel like an unholy fog. It made her skin crawl- and immediately, she sensed that it was supernatural in origin.
She was in the place of complete darkness, of suffocated wailing and gnashing of teeth. A place even more dreadful in Hell, at least in Hell, the burning of flesh and sandpaper rasp of parched throats was a sort of experience. Here, if you screamed, your voice would simply taper off into void.
Do not be frightened, little girl. This is simply Sheol, the Universal and Eternal Grave. There is no pain, no death. Let it go and give in to the abyss. Accept your non-existence and find peace in it.
"No- no, this isn't right. I'm not dead- I'm not ..." Clarice protested, although she wasn't completely sure if she was really dead or not.
Your God cannot hear you here. God is only where there is existence, child. At the beginning of matter and energy, He wrapped himself in the Universe. And left Me to nothingness. And as you drew your final breath at the temple, He allowed you to fall into Me.
"You lie." Clarice replied, the tone laced with the grasping venom of the desperate. She could feel herself begin to fade, her faith and her love slowly dissipating, like a mirage in desert heat. Was this it? "This can't be."
Give in to Me, dear child and suffer no more.
"No, God, no ..." Clarice closed useless eyes and tried to fight him. The battle had been won once before. It could be won again.
Haha, I bet that really sucked. But it was written in half an hour.
Kris K