I wrote a story. I don't think it is my best work, but oh well. Enjoy

Down, Down, Down to the Bottom of the Abyss

I tried to be a good person. I said please, and thank you. I held the door open for people. I never killed anyone. Yet, somehow I ended up here: in Hell.

The reason I am here, if you can believe it, is because I’m vain. If you ask me, it was not really vanity, but more of self confidence. My act of sin, as my administrative demon told me, was that I looked in a mirror, and thought I looked decent. That is it. Normally this kind of thing would be forgiven, but since I died right at that moment from an exploding toilet, there was no time for me to be forgiven. So now I have to take some stupid test to see if I can escape this place, and be allowed to go to Heaven. I am not really sure what kind of test it is, but I have decided it is something terrible, as I am in Hell.

I am currently being led down a long black hallway by two large, red, spiked demons. They are very ugly, and not real friendly, for when I tried to talk to one, it simply glared at my for a moment, then continued on its way.

We continued down the hallway until we got to the end, where an iron door stood. I figured this was likely the entrance to the test.

“Well,” I said nonchalantly, “I guess this is where we part ways.”

The two demons glared at me. One then opened the large door, while the other threw me into the dark room on the other side. I landed hard, and when I looked back through the door, the demons closed the door. It was pitch dark for a moment, but then several feet away a spotlight lit up, as if from nowhere, around a pedestal. On the pedestal sat a beautiful, perfectly crafted cake. I stepped up, and as soon as I got as close as six feet away, my stomach growled, with lust for even a morsel of the delectable pastry. When I was right over it, I saw there was a card on top. It read:

Your test: Eat the entire cake within the hour. Your time starts now.

Behind  me, large red numbers appeared, counting down from one hour.

I dug into the cake, without hesitation. It tasted like heaven. It was hard to believe that  something this heavenly came from Hell. As good as it was, however, it was still massive. It had four tiers, and the first tier had a diameter as long as my arm. Even if I had the room to eat it all, speed would be an issue. Oh well, if I hesitated, I would have no chance. I continued eating.

I only had twenty minutes left, and half the cake still remained uneaten. I was sitting on the ground with a clump of cake in my hand, trying to force it down. I could not. That was it, I was just going to forfeit.

“Alright, “ I said, “I give up. I can’t do it. Go ahead, just drag me off to the abyss.”

Silence for a moment.

Then a deep, disembodied voice boomed and said, “Congratulations, you have successfully completed the test. You have proved yourself not to be gluttonous. The reason you are here must truly have been a fluke. Go, now, and ascend the stairway to heaven.”

When I heard this, I was angry at first for being deceived. Then I realized I was not going to Hell, and I decided to look past this one indiscrepancy. Behind me, where the large, unfriendly demons had thrown me into this room, the door opened.

The hallway had changed. The light seemed to come from nowhere like before, but now it was brighter. That, and instead of dark black, the walls and floor were reflective, like mirrors.

I looked down, at my reflection. To be honest, I  didn’t look half bad for just passing a trial of Hell.

That’s when the familiar disembodied voice boomed down and said, “You have failed the test. You have proven to be vain.  It is off to the abyss for you!”

Then the floor gave out, and I fell. I fell into pitch black hole, which is the abyss.