[thebigjewel] Eternal Damnation, One Day At A Time - October 2, 2002
- From: "The Big Jewel" <list@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 05:06:47 -0600 (MDT)
* Newcomer Mark Glinski serves up a tale of hell, and a view into all that
happens beyond it's hot-to-the-touch gates. Have a good week, and thanks
for reading The Big Jewel
Eternal Damnation, One Day At A Time
By Mark Glinski
Lance made his uncertain way down a long, dark, corridor. Bright light
leaking from a crack underneath a closed door up ahead guided him forward
and urged him on. Not that he needed urging. This corridor wasn't a
pleasant place. For one thing, it was pitch-dark. For another, it was hot,
and oh, so humid! The floor was was soft, squishy, and a little sticky in
places. Each of Lance's footsteps sounded like an amplified pair of lips
sucking on a peach pit. And, that was the least disgusting sound to be
heard. Lance was unnerved by a certain persistent, loud, slow, thick
bubbling, as if a gigantic pot of gumbo were simmering nearby. He also
heard sporadic, weary utterances that could have been the moans of some
suffering animals or the enervated ramblings of drunken hockey announcers.
Whatever these wretched creatures were, they had every right to kvetch in
this inhospitable place.
The light from yonder door seemed to brighten with encouragement as Lance
drew closer. He quickened his suction-cup steps, and when he finally came
within a few feet of the door, he tripped over something, or perhaps
someone, judging from the distressed squeal it emitted. Propelled forward,
Lance ran smack into the door, which stopped him abruptly with a loud thud.
On the other side of the door, Lance could hear a man weeping copiously.
And then, he heard another man with a Slavic accent announce, "It's open!"
Timidly, Lance entered the room. Ten or so men were sitting in a circle.
Many of them looked disturbingly familiar. Several strange paintings of
long-necked donkeys hung from the walls of this otherwise nondescript
chamber.
"Welcome to meeting," said the man with the Slavic accent. He had bushy
hair and a very thick mustache. "You are here for meeting, yes?"
What could this meeting be about? All answers revealed at
http://www.thebigjewel.com/eternaldamnation/
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