This was also for 8th grade writing workshop. This was a free write I did the night it was due. This is the second and probably final short story in the Straight to Hell series.


In Line After The Devil Dude

"All I remember about my life before the white room is a tree with pure white bark and blinding green leaves. A sky so blue you almost lose yourself in it. And a person just standing in front of the tree with their arms stretching out in front of them. Then the memory cuts out.

I wake up in a room with white walls and no windows. The air is so dry like a hotel room. The ground feels the same as the floor in gymnastics. There are industrial lights above me giving off a super white light. The only color in the room is splatters of a dark red close to the ground on the wall about 5 feet away from me. It was hard to discern in the super bright light.

I almost didn't see the girl sitting right next to me until she spoke.

"Damm your not gonna last a second here."

"Wha- who- where-"

"Once you get your thoughts organized, please feel free to talk."

"What do you mean I'm not gonna last a second here?"

"Well, the last kid who came here was dead in a day. The record is living 2 weeks here."

"How long have you been here?"

"A week and a half. I'll probably die next round, depends on the player."

"What do you mean 'the player'?"

"The player is the person who blocks the light a few times a day and fights one of us."

"Is there a way out?"

"No, you appear here and then disappear after being defeated by the player."

"Cool, what's your name?"


"Like never eat salty worms?"

"Umm, what?"

"Its the order of the directions on a compass."

"I don't get it."

"Think about a compass, it goes north east south west."

"Right so you remember it by 'never eat salty worms'."

"Yeah, and..."

"Nothing nothing, I just find that really weird, don't ya think."

"Nope, I think it's fine."

"Ok, whatever."

"I've been told I'm prone to stupid ideas, wadda you think?"

"Yeah, no kidding, so far I think you're an idiot, a loquacious idiot, but an idiot none the less."

"So what your saying is I'm a sage."

"No, a sage is smart, your like a piece of clay that walks. You don't think at all."

"That was a stupid metaphor."

"Good thing it wasn't a metaphor, it was a simile."


"Say that again punk."

"Your such a nerd."


"She's why I ended up here at the gates of hell talking to you."

"Well Mister, great job telling that story. The person before you could turn into a full-fledged demon when touched by certain people."

"Thank you so much."

"Anytime kid. Next in line please. Start walking up to this window."