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Life Everlasting (standard:humor, 628 words)
Author: Ari WalkerAdded: Oct 23 2001Views/Reads: 1995/1Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Laugh if you will at a very unlucky lady who was granted her deepest desire.

Jordana had a secret. 

But you wouldn't know it to look into her eyes. They were big, brown.
Innocent. The color of wet sand in Mexico. And hadn't everyone said 
that eyes were the windows to a person's soul? 

Of course, her secret was she had no soul, having sold it to the devil
long ago. It had seemed the ideal thing to do at the time. She had been 
miserable with her life. 

Miserable. She laughed humorlessly. If only she had known then what she
knew now... but "if only" wasn't a game she liked to play. It was 
liable to drive her mad. 

Life everlasting. It had sounded lovely, once upon a time. Now... now
she'd give anything to die. She was weary, bored, frustrated...and oh 
so tired! Tired to the bottom of her soul. 

But then, she had no soul, did she? 

Sighing, she twirled her hair around her finger, watching the children
in their gaudy costumes ring people doorbells. Silly children and their 
silly games. 

"H'llo," a friendly voiced said from behind her. Startled, Jordana
stood, turning sharply, only to hit her nose on the man's chest. 
Grumbling, rubbing her nose, she looked up into a familiar pair of 
green eyes. 

"Oh, it's you," she mumbled. 

"Now Jordi, is that any way to greet the person who gave you your
deepest desire?" he asked. 

Jordana shrugged. Her deepest desire had since become her darkest hell.
He stepped closer, putting a slender finger beneath her pretty chin and 
tilting her face up. 

"Jordi," he finally said, "I do believe you are unhappy." 

Again, she shrugged. Nodding, he settled down on the bench, pulling her
beside him. 

"Do you regret your decision to live on earth forever?" 

"You know I do!" she said angrily. "And you knew I would. You told me it
wasn't what I thought it would be, and I... I of course ignored you. 
But still, it was evil of you to offer something you knew would make me 

He blinked at her, then he tossed his head back and laughed. The
children around them paused, starring. Then shuddering, hurried past. 

"Evil am I?" he shook his head, chuckling. "Ah Jordi, you amuse me. I
truly do like you. Tell me, if I were to offer you your soul back, and 
let you die a peaceful death... would you do something for me?" 

Jordana swallowed, letting her lashes fall, covering her eyes from his
gaze. Truly? Was he serious? Or was it another game he was playing to 
amuse himself? 

"Yes," she whispered. "Anything." 

"Anything?" he smiled, his lips pulled back, his sharp teeth gleaming
white against his dark skin. 

Staring into his impossibly green eyes, she nodded. "Anything." 

* * * 

Jordana awoke in a hammock, the sun unbearably hot. Squeezing her eyes
shut, she rubbed her bare arm, wincing. She was sunburned. All over, it 
seemed. Why had she fallen asleep in direct sunlight in nothing but a 
bikini? Sighing, she sat up, swinging her legs onto the ground. 

"What...?" she gasped, her feet coming in contact with something wriggly
and... gooey. 

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she cautiously looked down at
the ground, only to close her eyes in horror. The ground was covered in 

"Jordi, you're awake," a voice said from behind her. Sick with sudden
dawning, Jordana turned to look into the devils green eyes. He smiled 
at her, bending at the waist and bowing to her. 

"Welcome, dearest, to my humble abode. I call it home, but it is
commonly referred to as Hell." 

Trembling, burning, her throat aching with unshed tears, Jordana began
to scream, one thought going through her mind. 

If only she had known then what she knew now. 


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