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Hell
Written by Maria Kostenko, 11b

There was no pearly gate… The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight. I knew this was it, this was what one could read in horrible stories, that people feared... I had just entered the gate to hell.
I felt the presence of the cave as if it was a living, breathing creature. The terrible stink of rotten flesh overflowed me. I peered into the gloom and noticed chicken’s carcass and dirty feathers around it. Then I heard the threatening voice, it came from inside and all around.
"Welcome"
"Who are you?", I muttered timidly, trying to keep my composure.
"Do you know who am I?", the thing answered frantically.

"You are the devil", I stuttered, quickly losing my composure. "Why me? I've lived as decently as I could".
The silence took over the space. It seemed like an hour passed before the response came.
"What did you expect?". The voice was penetrating but patient.
"I don't know .. I never believed any of this", I uttered. "Is that why I am here?"
Silence.
I continued, "They say the greatest trick you ever pulled was convincing the world you don't exist".
"No, the greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world that there is an alternative".
"There is no God?" I trembled.
The cave shook with the words: "I am God".