In the spirit of this week’s writing theme, to get us all in the mood for this spooky season, today let’s write about a moment in hell. But with a twist. Keep reading to see today’s writing prompt and my completed version of it.
Today’s Writing Prompt: A Moment In Hell
Today, write about a character’s experience in hell. But make it funny– in a dark way. Try to build your writing skills centered around dark humor.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
A Moment In Hell, by K.E. Creighton
There he was, Lucifer, waddling around a lake of fire next to his throne of swords and skulls made of iron. Or was it industrial plastic?
Not quite what I had envisioned, Lucifer was short and pudgy and starting to go bald. He wore fishnet stockings, a striped velvet jester’s suit jacket, and a neck brace. When he noticed me looking at the neck brace, he snorted and said, “For all those insurance claims,” like I was an idiot. “mmhmm,” I responded as I stared. I just couldn’t look away from what an absurd spectacle he was, especially in our current environment.
“Why am I here again?” I never thought I’d find myself capable of questioning the Prince of Darkness himself, but it was hard to muster fear when everything before me now seemed as if it were part of a bad middle-school theater production. There was a lopsided dais covered in green slime. And huge spiders hanging from the ceiling, almost as if they were mere decorations– until they moved.
“Let’s see.” He unfurled a scroll he was holding, cleared his throat, and announced, to no one but me, “Lillian Carmichael is hereby banished to the abyss until further notice for … failing to return a copy of Paradise Lost to Mrs. Nichols at the end of the fall term in 1998.”
I almost started laughing out loud at how ridiculous this whole situation was. But before I could, the skin of my lips started moving involuntarily, quickly sealing my mouth shut, and preventing me from uttering a sound.
Then a row of antique dolls came out of the far right corner behind the dais, marching toward where I stood. And before I knew it, they lifted me and started carrying me away. But to where? What place in hell is suitable for someone who forgot to return a book when they were in high school?