Ruth was standing, wind shaken, flabbergasted in an igloo
full up with the most vibrant inks, pastels, paints and pencils. Ruth couldn’t
resist. She was born an artist and this was god’s way of telling her. She
picked up a fine, bristled bush and a pot of blood red paint. The picture she
would paint was hell. As she finished the final stroke of the brush, a flaming
hand reached out of the canvas and dragged her into its world. Ruth was too
petrified to scream. Now she could see flame and fury. In the distance, she
spotted a crystal mirror glinting in the orange light. In which she didn’t see
herself, but a handsome devil holding out his hand. Charmed by his looks, she
took his hand and lived forever in hell.
She had
been tricked.
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