The Last

Oh what torture it would be.

At Hell's Gate there sits a man, old, bent, and weary. He does not enter, for that was not his punishment quite yet. In life he was a man who did all evil known, his deeds were of the highest sin. Gods command was for him to watch and count all who entered, till the end of days.

 
The man was fine at first, his black heart was not bothered by the screams of anguish that trickled through the iron opening. He watched as people, numbering in the thousands, passed through the gate daily. But soon he saw those who he'd known in life, friends, family, young and old.
After many years of seeing this his heart began to cry.......so many.......so many had already come, so many yet to arrive.

Finally the day came when the last man shambled up, weary, dreading the eternity of torment to come. " I am the last" he said. "No" whispered the old one as the man entered. "I am". His heart heavy from seeing the legions of sinners come, he stood and walked inside the gate, shutting it behind him. He almost welcomed the finality of the moment. "compared to watching the ones I love come to be punished, my own punishment will be almost bearable".

Reviews

[Quinn W]

Short but that last sentence really got me! It was powerful! the story was very well written and explained, even with it being so short. That's a talent few posses, I believe. Great work!

[Johnny Sorrow]

thank you, i really appreciate it.