Above Heaven, Below Hell #181: Journeying Soul

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Flashes of Sanity has changed name to Above Heaven, Below Hell! I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

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Today’s entry: Journeying Soul

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Isa glanced out from the cell. The screams from the daily raid had subsided. Only the sobs remained. He made his way through the hallway with iron bars and heads colored red from fire on every side.
“Why?” The same cries echoed in every cell he passed as every minute of the eternal hell.
He passed the cell where a mother mourned her children.
“You could have just told me and nothing of this would have happened!”
Isa felt his spine turn to ice. A bottle crashed against the floor.
“You could have spared us all this pain. But no, you had to go behind my back. Everyone’s back.”
Isa took as step back and pushed his back against the stone. He stretched his head out and looked in between the bars. The devil had his fist pushed against the wall. He grabbed his horns and pulled at them.
“If you had just been a little less egocentric, we could have had them all with us.”
The woman laid on the floor. She covered her head. A trickle of red wandered from her mouth to the dark stone. The man grabbed her hair. He pulled her up and forced her to look into his charring eyes.
“Are you listening to me? You could have saved us all!”
He threw her to the ground. Her cries turned loud just to choke on her breath.
“You are so fucking pathetic.” One hoof hit her ribs. She moaned.
Isa pressed harder against the stone, but the man never looked his direction.
“Pathetic.” Another bottle found its way to the man’s lips.
The tension ran of Isa’s shoulders. A bullet dodged. And another day among the lost souls. He continued down the hallway, but his feet locked on the stone at the sound of the sobs behind the bars.
“You killed them,” she wimped. “You and your friends killed them.”
Isa sighed. “Fuck.”
He turned around. He walked into the cell on easy steps. He put his hand on her head. She flinched as the cold met the hot. When her eyes saw Isa’s, she fell down to the floor and Isa caressed the back of her head.
“Yes,” Isa said. “That bastard killed them.”

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Flashes of Sanity #178: Holy Spies

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From 1st February Flashes of Sanity will change name to Above Heaven, Below Hell! Mark it in your calenders! I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

I would love to know my readers more! So, I’ll be having a question of the week from now on!

This weeks question: who is your favorite character in this little universe? Tell me in the comments! (It’s okay if there are more than one ;))

Today’s entry: Holy Spies

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Five winged creatures hit the surface. Each of them dressed in the blackest night. Each one of them hated it with every light in their bodies. The cold water swallowed their bodies. The crater they created at the bottom was big enough to swallow a ship, still the surface water had only reacted in small shivers to the sudden hit.
Blan was the first to stretch his thin neck out of the crater. He scanned the premises. Mort sighed in disbelief.
Just because you suddenly got a mission doesn’t mean you got recruited to the army, he thought. We are just the gun fodder if we get caught. And more light to feed the eternal fire.
Mort dusted his arms lights clean. The black didn’t disappear. It never did. Mort smacked Blan over the head. It made him feel a little better.
“It is that way, you idiot.” Mort pointed to the fire burning in the water not far away.
“I knew that.” Blan rubbed his head.
“Really? By all means then, continue looking lost.”
Now it feels better. Mort walked away with a smile. So much better.
Mort took direction for a rock just right of the cold fire. He scrapped his boot against the hard surface under the sand in front of the rock. He found the ring with his foot. Gron and Fulg grabbed on each side of the ring and twisted it. Mort grabbed the ring and together they all five pulled the trap door up from the bottom. They threw it up into the water and jumped down before it came falling down.
The cold white fires licked at Mort’s suit. He reached for the flames, but they turned away from his touch and took on a shade of blue.
The five angels pushed forward until they reached the dock. Astu swam up. He came down with three fingers in the air moving in circles. Mort counted the weconds for each circle.
Mort glanced at Blan who raised his own index finger and stopped himself from shaking his head. He raised his own hand with two fingers showing. Gron showed three. Blan disappeared. A body sank down below their feet. Mort flew up. His knife cut through a throat and another body sunk down the fires. The knife went back into its hilt. Mort disappeared into the shadows.

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Flashes of Sanity #169: After party

Welcome to Above Heaven, Below Hell! Previously called Flashes of Sanity. I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Today’s entry: After Party

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Bottles laid everywhere. Some broken. Most just forgotten in the never-ending party. Isa crossed the room unnoticed. The first day, he was scared that someone would see him, but that quickly proved false. The devils were either too drunk or too hangover to care about what they saw.
They had won after all. That was all that mattered.
As usual, a couple had found each other under a table and moaned loudly, but apparently not loud enough to awake the man on the table.
I killed myself for this, Isa thought. To see a bunch of redheads fuck each other’s horns of.
The irony hit him just as hard as the sadness in it all.
I actually killed myself. I did it.
It all felt so empty.
He crisscrossed out the back of the large meeting room. ‘New York’ it was called. It and ‘Los Angeles’ were the most popular rooms to party in. He walked through the hallway, pushing himself towards the wall at the right moment before a devil or some devils crossed his path. The elevator was open, but Isa disliked the risk of getting locked in with the enemy. He took the stairs, always the stairs no matter if he was on floor one or six. The only devils there were too busy fucking to even notice the stairs collapsing on top of them.
The streets closest to the offices were bursting with people but further away they quickly became empty, and at the prison cells there were only occasional guards. To be honest, those were not the for guarding, they were there for revenge.
For being creators with the holy mission of tending to sinners, the devils were dangerously similar to their victims.
When the light went out, we are all animals who fight for survival. Isa echoed the thought in his head as he walked the corridors between the cells. It was as close as home he could get. There was always a cell empty for him to sleep in too. Without his reflection trying to kill him.
Sobs echoed between the walls. The losers in a war. Isa didn’t care for either.
What do I care about? Isa thought. Really?
Sobs came closer, and disappeared behind him.
“Why?” A woman moaned.
Isa glanced into the cell. She was alone on the floor. Shit was everywhere.
“Why?”
Because you weren’t cautious, Isa thought.
“Why did you have to kill them?” She cried. “They were innocent. They were just kids.”
Isa halted. The heart of his soul screamed in pain.
Kids, he thought. They kill kids. Why?
He quickened his steps back to his cell. He sat by the wall.
“Why?” The woman moaned again.
Why? He thought. Kids. Is nothing sacred?

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Flashes of Sanity #160: Cell Mate

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Today’s entry: Cell Mate

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She crawled across the cell. The dirt scratched against her naked chest. Red turned red.
”Look how the beetle crawls.”
She ignored the man. Just as she had done every time he had spoken. She focused on the bucket. She focused on her children screaming in her ears. The cell door opened.
”You wanted to demolish these soul cells. Just because they had no use any more.”
The bunny ears he made as he talked sounded through his voice.
”But look, we found a use for them.”
His breath hit her neck. She shivered.
“You stink, just like the rest of you suited monsters. Under that fancy cologne and all that make-up you are uglier than the rest of us. You should be lucky someone finds interest in you.”
She scratched her nails against the concrete floor as she moved her arms faster back and fourth. He slammed his knee against her back.
She screamed.
“Please,” she said.
“No,” he leaned closer to her ear. “You should thank us for not letting you die like so many of your colleagues. We saved you.”
She grabbed the prison bars. She tried to pull herself towards them but the knee held her in place.
“Say thank you.”
She cried.
Please, let me die and be at peace, she thought.
He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face to the ground.
“Your choice,” he saif. “Just remember, this is for all the pain you forced the rest of us through when you could have stopped the automation. This is your choice.”
She screamed. From the cells next to her other screams answered. Together they built a choir of pain.

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Flashes of Sanity #122: Announcement

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Today’s entry: Announcement

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Shoulders rubbed against each other in the break room. Somehow, Mort felt four on each shoulder and two on his back. Such was the way in the corporate world.
The bench had been way better.
“Announcement to all employees at earth’s afterlife foundation, hell 32B has declared independence from heaven and all things once living. 31A, 49C, 10C and 89B are expected to be next in line. Within a week all of hell is expected to have declared itself independent.”
This is Tarrynk all over again, Mort thought. Voices in the masses whispered it too. Every one had seen it coming in the increased grumbles down below. Most choose to ignore it. Some precautions had been taken, but the priests would probably prove pointless.
“In the ecosystem of souls,” the speaker continued, “well functioning hells are necessary. The board has decided to take action and new initiatives will be rolling out immediately.”
The speaker went silent and only the masses breathing filled the vacuum. A man climbed a table. Nyah, Mort recalled. Head of Communications.
“Hi all.” Nyah had that ability to make his smile natural in all circumstances. Today was no exception. “I have been asked to continue from here.”
That meant ordered.
“To avoid the Tarrynk circumstances, we will refocus our branches towards returning the independent hells to our balanced ecosystem.”
Nyah read a long list of sections now ‘refocusing’. In the middle, Mort heard his own section. Automation, Sales. Basically, every section except the ones necessary to maintain the saints had been refocused.
“What are we refocused to?”
Nyah turned towards the one asking. “Your managers will tell you more.”
“What happens if we don’t want to refocus?”
“If you choose that refocusing is not for you,” Nyah hesitated, Mort wondered how many others who caught it before his smile returned. “It is decided that we use the same protocol as during the previous restructuring.”
The few annoyed groans suddenly turned silent.
Everyone knew someone who disappeared that day. No one wanted to disappear.
“Any more questions? Great! Your managers will take it from here.”
Mort followed the steady flow out of the break room. Just as the downfall of Tarrynk was well known, the measures necessary to bring Tarrynk back were a common subject.
It had not been pretty.

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