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Alton's Journey To Hell-Personal Narrative

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Time had stopped.
Alton had spent the last year of his life entombed underground with no sense of time or space. The first few weeks in his new home, he had attempted to mentally retrace every step, every movement of his journey to this mass grave. It was a defeatist attempt, as he, like most everyone else, was focused and fearful of their destination, rather than the journey.
There were those tortured souls who drove themselves batshit trying to figure out what time it was, how long they had been trapped, where in the hell he possibly could be in this dreaded world of the damned. Alton was quick to find salvation in releasing temptation of time and space. Untethered by possession of desire, the last year casually drifted by like stick in a stream. No hurry, no labor, just …show more content…

He hates that one of these people knows his name and is now using it with every sentence they speak.
“Lack of a motto is sufficient to determine which door I will send you.” Paul emphasizes the word ‘I’, “However, any further queries directed at me and you can be sure I will send you to the place you will forever curse my name, which is the only way I want to hear it coming from your mouth from this point on!”
Alton sits in amused silence as Paul finishes up, not in his seat, but standing, hands out on the table, leaning forward as he crescendo’s his diatribe.
“Live and let live, Paul.” Alton speaks, nonchalant, “That is my motto.”
Paul, recognizing he has sacrificed his manners, stands up straight and motions to the door behind him, on the left, to Alton’s right. It snaps open.
“Leave,” Paul speaks, gritting his teeth, “before I change my mind.”
Alton stands and moves past Paul, a ghost of his formal self, and walks through the door. He turns to leave a final witty remark and is just in time to have the door slammed shut in his

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