The naked, red skinned, guard spun his trident and twitched his pointed tail. He leered at the batch of uncomfortable newcomers.
“Look around yourselves; see where you are? There’s fire and brimstone everywhere. Why do you think it’s hot?”
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
I guess they aren’t at the beach, huh.
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Thought Poseidon was bringing a new batch of dead sailors or some other to their new watery grave -obviously, I was wrong. But, oh, what an exhilarting read!
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thank you for the wonderful comments!
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Oops, looks like someone made the wrong choices in life — welcome to an eternity of too hot!
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