Where Sid goes in search of a hot dog.
"A hot dog stand?" Sid said while being pelted with icy pellet balls of slush. He raised his umbrella, thanking Virgil for the thought. "A hot dog stand?" He repeated. "In Hell?"
Virgil nodded. "I know, right? Why would there be a hot dog stand in Hell, especially on the level reserved for Gluttony." He slapped his forehead with his left hand, while his right held his umbrella. "It's just such a crazy idea!" He stepped out from the shelter of his sister's small portico. "Be careful, buddy. I wasn't kidding about those worms and giants."
Sid took a few hesitant steps out onto the icy ground. The ever-present wind was howling softly, tinkling as pellets of ice met icicles and a played and ice melody of sadness and loss. His shoes crunched with that crunchy ice sound that is instantly recognized by anyone from a cold, cold city.
It wasn't long before Sid's shirt and Virgil's jacket was coated in a sheen of dirty wet slush and both of their pant legs
Okay..hold it.. it's been too long and I need to go back and read Sid from the start. I've lost my way. Yeah, I recognize this bit. Sid and Virgil, who is THE Virgil as well as A Virgil are on the third level of hell.. reserved for the sin of Gluttony. Ice and slush and dirty snowballs... the ice giants and worms are tossed in because they should be there. Hell isn't hot. It's multi varied. but, hey.. I forgot enough of the story. I had to go look up the kid's name. Justin. Justin Thyme. Really? Did I write this crap? I mean, some of it is okay.. and pretty good. Maybe I thought to myself "Hey.. I'll write this and then come back and change the names to something a little less...obnoxious." I mean, it has been 10 years. TEN years...
anyway... this is the beginning. It's a decent beginning, and will make a whole lot more sense to me when I go back and read the story... at least the cliff notes version, cuz really... who reads their own stuff?
I'll be back tomorrow. By the way.... this story will be finished. I'm doing it for a friend.
Virgil nodded. "I know, right? Why would there be a hot dog stand in Hell, especially on the level reserved for Gluttony." He slapped his forehead with his left hand, while his right held his umbrella. "It's just such a crazy idea!" He stepped out from the shelter of his sister's small portico. "Be careful, buddy. I wasn't kidding about those worms and giants."
Sid took a few hesitant steps out onto the icy ground. The ever-present wind was howling softly, tinkling as pellets of ice met icicles and a played and ice melody of sadness and loss. His shoes crunched with that crunchy ice sound that is instantly recognized by anyone from a cold, cold city.
It wasn't long before Sid's shirt and Virgil's jacket was coated in a sheen of dirty wet slush and both of their pant legs
Okay..hold it.. it's been too long and I need to go back and read Sid from the start. I've lost my way. Yeah, I recognize this bit. Sid and Virgil, who is THE Virgil as well as A Virgil are on the third level of hell.. reserved for the sin of Gluttony. Ice and slush and dirty snowballs... the ice giants and worms are tossed in because they should be there. Hell isn't hot. It's multi varied. but, hey.. I forgot enough of the story. I had to go look up the kid's name. Justin. Justin Thyme. Really? Did I write this crap? I mean, some of it is okay.. and pretty good. Maybe I thought to myself "Hey.. I'll write this and then come back and change the names to something a little less...obnoxious." I mean, it has been 10 years. TEN years...
anyway... this is the beginning. It's a decent beginning, and will make a whole lot more sense to me when I go back and read the story... at least the cliff notes version, cuz really... who reads their own stuff?
I'll be back tomorrow. By the way.... this story will be finished. I'm doing it for a friend.