robob8706
13th January 2005, 05:06
You know that generic story of the man selling his soul to the devil in exchange for whatever he wants? Well for my english class I had to write my own version of that story, so here it is. Post reviews, or ratings, comments, etc.
Seth
January 6, 2013
Noon Sunday
12:00 P.M.
It was a long sermon. Pastor Don preached on the story when the devil tempted Jesus. As the story goes Jesus denied all offers from Lucifer. During the service Seth said a little prayer to God asking for the patience and desire not to be tempted by the devil. Seth was a man of The Word. He never did anything worthy of a bad reputation. He helped at the church and in the community. He enjoyed the peaceful godly life. Everything in his life was calm and serene.
He wore his tan khakis and his blue dress shirt. As he walked home he hummed the tune to Amazing Grace since the choir had just sung it. He walked by an elderly bum who then asked Seth for some spare change. Eh man, you got any spare money? I could really use it. His breath smelled of cheap liquor. He was drunk, as was also indicated by the bottle he held in his left hand. He had many layers of clothes on and a full beard. Probably hadnt showered in weeks.
Are you hungry? asked Seth.
No.
Are you thirsty?
Depends on the drink.
If I give you money will you spend it on liquor?
Eh man, I aint gonna lie to you.
Seth understood why the man drank. He knew the Bible didnt condone it, but Seth figured that this man didnt have much else to live for. Are you a Christian, sir?
Ive considered it, responded the man with a smirk.
Would you like to be?
You can try, but I dont think youll get much anywhere.
Seth opened his Bible and turned to John 3:16. He then took out his wallet and pulled out a 5-dollar bill. He ripped the page out of the bible and gave away both the money and the biblical passage.
Ive read it all before, man, said the unkempt man.
You havent even looked at it. You dont even know what it says.
That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He handed the page back to Seth as he said, These words couldnt save meor you, he said with a similar smirk like the one before. Both spoke of a secret that Seth had not been clued in.
Seth turned and walked away. With each stride he took he kept thinking about that man. How had he known what the page said? What did he mean that Im not saved? Seth pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door of his apartment. He noticed a burgundy stain on the carpet. He never anticipated what he would find in his house.
Rob
January 5, 2013
Saturday Night
12:00 A.M.
His legs were on fire. His heart felt like it would burst if he stopped breathing. Sprinting a mile and a half has that effect on you. As Rob sat lying in his bed he wondered. What the hell was that? What did I do? He ran the scenario back through his head, looking for anything that would clue him in to why this had happened.
Hey great show huh? said Mark.
Yeah, it was pretty good. Rob replied. They were at a local party. The local bands had all played their sets. There were some good, some bad. But nevertheless a solid show. Hey Im gonna step outside for a second. Its too hot in here. Rob opened the door from the house only to be welcomed by a cold dry wind. He looked around, only to see a few people looking back at him. A group of about 3 men noticed Rob step out. They paused for a minute as they inspected him. Rob noticed one of the men reach for a metal object around his belt. Rob started running because he knew what it was. And if he didnt know beforehand he certainly did when two loud bursts were shot at him. Adrenaline flowing and legs pumping Rob ran as fast as he could, dashing through yards and hopping fences with fluidity. Nothing was going to stop him from getting home as fast as he could. The next thing he knew, he was sitting in his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what had just happened. As he kept thinking about it, he felt more and more tired. He eventually fell asleep.
Cain
January 5, 2013
Noon Saturday
12:00 P.M.
Business was slow tonight. He had heard this place was a hot spot for crack cocaine sales. It was a tedious job so Cain pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He lit one of them up and took a drag or two before he breathed in the cool night mist. The air smelled of pine as he was surrounded in a forest of trees. He could feel the cold metal of his pentagram necklace against his skin.
Eh man, you got a light? A shadowy figure slinked out of the woods. Cain grabbed his flashlight and shined it toward that figure. Eh man, why you gotta do that? An elderly man dressed in haggard clothing squinted as the light focused on his face. Cain looked at the mans eyes and studied his face, noticing his gin soaked beard.
Sorry, what are you doing out here? asked Cain.
Why does anyone come out here?
Rightso whats your order?
How bout a dime bag?
Sure. They made the exchange and Cain took another drag from his cigarette.
You know Im sort of a dealer also, said the man with a smirk.
Really, what business?
I deal with people mostly. I notice your necklace. Do you know what Lucifer means?
Yeah, thats Satan isnt it? I dont know the meaning of the name though.
The man pointed to Cains flashlight as he said, It means morning light. The flashlight grew into a bright glow. The button was in the off position. Cain shook the flashlight and it flickered until it died.
What are you? Asked Cain.
Oh, Ive heard so many names. Satan, Beelzebub, Mephistophelesthey all bore me. Call me whichever though.
I dont believe you
Oh the flashlight didnt convince you? Sometimes it takes a little pain to the brain of reality. Cain felt a burning sensation on his lips. He cursed and spat out the cigarette. It landed on the ground and crumbled, as most of it was ash except for the small part of the filter that was held by his lips.
What do you want?
Well like I said, I do business. Supply and demand, but in this case the price is your soul. So what do you say? What do you truly want?
My soul Cain paused a moment as he turned the thought over in his head. All right, make me the local kingpin in this town.
I can do that, but I cant say that it wont come without trouble.
I dont care, just make me rich.
Go home, Ill meet you there.
Cain walked home and as soon as he put the key in the lock the door flung open and that bum was standing there. He pulled Cain in and brought him to Cains hallway closet. There was a man tied to a chair, naked and blindfolded.
This is the main dealer to the Olympia district. He is an underling, but a man of power nonetheless. You will take his place and everyone will know your name. No doubt you will find opposition, as he has, but that comes with the job. Heres the contract, you kill him, and take his place, and in exchange for your soul which I will come to collect when I choose. The bum pulled out a pistol. And placed it in Cains hands. Cain sat for a moment, pondering the opportunity in front of him. He pulled the slide of the gun back and loaded a round into the chamber. He placed the barrel against the dealers forehead. The dealer flinched at the touch of the cold metal. He knew what was coming. Cain squeezed the trigger, and the hammer cocked back, then released forward with an explosion.
Rob
January 7, 2013
Monday Night
12:00 A.M.
There was a knock at the door. Rob turned the volume down on the television and walked to his front door. He opened the door only to find no one standing in front of it. He shrugged, closed the door, turned around and was taken aback as a ragged man was standing in his hallway.
Hows the business? the man asked.
Who the hell are you and what are you talking about? Replied Rob.
Dont act like you dont know who I am. Im the reason why the numbers in your bank account keep going up, the man said pointing to the ceiling.
I honestly dont know what youre talking about.
The man studied Robs face. Looking it over for a minute. You really dont recall do you? Rob shook his head. You dont remember meeting me Saturday night in the woods? Whats wrong with you? First youre a Satanist, then youre the good little Christian, and now what are you?
Im an agnostic.
Really? Now thats an interesting ideology now isnt it. Not sure whether to believe or not.
Yes, it is frustrating, now would mind telling me what your doing in my house?
Well whether you remember or not I still have your soul.
Wait what?
A few days ago you and I made a deal where you would be the local big shot in exchange for your soul. You signed the contract in that dealers blood.
What are you, Satan? Listen, whatever I did, I didnt mean it.
Oh, you cant take it back now, and if you try to run off to some church and redeem yourself, Ill kill you before you get there so that I know youll be mine.
Rob looked to his side and lying on the counter was a pistol that was spatter with blood. He grabbed it and pressed it against his temple. The man pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Rob. What are you doing? Even if you do kill yourself God doesnt accept atheists!
So it may be, but I believe that and omnipotent god should have the capacity to look past peoples mistakes and accept them for who they are. There was a long pause as Rob waited for the man to respond. Im doomed with you, Ill take my chances and hope that God is merciful. Robs finger pulled the trigger.
Seth
January 6, 2013
Noon Sunday
12:00 P.M.
It was a long sermon. Pastor Don preached on the story when the devil tempted Jesus. As the story goes Jesus denied all offers from Lucifer. During the service Seth said a little prayer to God asking for the patience and desire not to be tempted by the devil. Seth was a man of The Word. He never did anything worthy of a bad reputation. He helped at the church and in the community. He enjoyed the peaceful godly life. Everything in his life was calm and serene.
He wore his tan khakis and his blue dress shirt. As he walked home he hummed the tune to Amazing Grace since the choir had just sung it. He walked by an elderly bum who then asked Seth for some spare change. Eh man, you got any spare money? I could really use it. His breath smelled of cheap liquor. He was drunk, as was also indicated by the bottle he held in his left hand. He had many layers of clothes on and a full beard. Probably hadnt showered in weeks.
Are you hungry? asked Seth.
No.
Are you thirsty?
Depends on the drink.
If I give you money will you spend it on liquor?
Eh man, I aint gonna lie to you.
Seth understood why the man drank. He knew the Bible didnt condone it, but Seth figured that this man didnt have much else to live for. Are you a Christian, sir?
Ive considered it, responded the man with a smirk.
Would you like to be?
You can try, but I dont think youll get much anywhere.
Seth opened his Bible and turned to John 3:16. He then took out his wallet and pulled out a 5-dollar bill. He ripped the page out of the bible and gave away both the money and the biblical passage.
Ive read it all before, man, said the unkempt man.
You havent even looked at it. You dont even know what it says.
That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He handed the page back to Seth as he said, These words couldnt save meor you, he said with a similar smirk like the one before. Both spoke of a secret that Seth had not been clued in.
Seth turned and walked away. With each stride he took he kept thinking about that man. How had he known what the page said? What did he mean that Im not saved? Seth pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door of his apartment. He noticed a burgundy stain on the carpet. He never anticipated what he would find in his house.
Rob
January 5, 2013
Saturday Night
12:00 A.M.
His legs were on fire. His heart felt like it would burst if he stopped breathing. Sprinting a mile and a half has that effect on you. As Rob sat lying in his bed he wondered. What the hell was that? What did I do? He ran the scenario back through his head, looking for anything that would clue him in to why this had happened.
Hey great show huh? said Mark.
Yeah, it was pretty good. Rob replied. They were at a local party. The local bands had all played their sets. There were some good, some bad. But nevertheless a solid show. Hey Im gonna step outside for a second. Its too hot in here. Rob opened the door from the house only to be welcomed by a cold dry wind. He looked around, only to see a few people looking back at him. A group of about 3 men noticed Rob step out. They paused for a minute as they inspected him. Rob noticed one of the men reach for a metal object around his belt. Rob started running because he knew what it was. And if he didnt know beforehand he certainly did when two loud bursts were shot at him. Adrenaline flowing and legs pumping Rob ran as fast as he could, dashing through yards and hopping fences with fluidity. Nothing was going to stop him from getting home as fast as he could. The next thing he knew, he was sitting in his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what had just happened. As he kept thinking about it, he felt more and more tired. He eventually fell asleep.
Cain
January 5, 2013
Noon Saturday
12:00 P.M.
Business was slow tonight. He had heard this place was a hot spot for crack cocaine sales. It was a tedious job so Cain pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He lit one of them up and took a drag or two before he breathed in the cool night mist. The air smelled of pine as he was surrounded in a forest of trees. He could feel the cold metal of his pentagram necklace against his skin.
Eh man, you got a light? A shadowy figure slinked out of the woods. Cain grabbed his flashlight and shined it toward that figure. Eh man, why you gotta do that? An elderly man dressed in haggard clothing squinted as the light focused on his face. Cain looked at the mans eyes and studied his face, noticing his gin soaked beard.
Sorry, what are you doing out here? asked Cain.
Why does anyone come out here?
Rightso whats your order?
How bout a dime bag?
Sure. They made the exchange and Cain took another drag from his cigarette.
You know Im sort of a dealer also, said the man with a smirk.
Really, what business?
I deal with people mostly. I notice your necklace. Do you know what Lucifer means?
Yeah, thats Satan isnt it? I dont know the meaning of the name though.
The man pointed to Cains flashlight as he said, It means morning light. The flashlight grew into a bright glow. The button was in the off position. Cain shook the flashlight and it flickered until it died.
What are you? Asked Cain.
Oh, Ive heard so many names. Satan, Beelzebub, Mephistophelesthey all bore me. Call me whichever though.
I dont believe you
Oh the flashlight didnt convince you? Sometimes it takes a little pain to the brain of reality. Cain felt a burning sensation on his lips. He cursed and spat out the cigarette. It landed on the ground and crumbled, as most of it was ash except for the small part of the filter that was held by his lips.
What do you want?
Well like I said, I do business. Supply and demand, but in this case the price is your soul. So what do you say? What do you truly want?
My soul Cain paused a moment as he turned the thought over in his head. All right, make me the local kingpin in this town.
I can do that, but I cant say that it wont come without trouble.
I dont care, just make me rich.
Go home, Ill meet you there.
Cain walked home and as soon as he put the key in the lock the door flung open and that bum was standing there. He pulled Cain in and brought him to Cains hallway closet. There was a man tied to a chair, naked and blindfolded.
This is the main dealer to the Olympia district. He is an underling, but a man of power nonetheless. You will take his place and everyone will know your name. No doubt you will find opposition, as he has, but that comes with the job. Heres the contract, you kill him, and take his place, and in exchange for your soul which I will come to collect when I choose. The bum pulled out a pistol. And placed it in Cains hands. Cain sat for a moment, pondering the opportunity in front of him. He pulled the slide of the gun back and loaded a round into the chamber. He placed the barrel against the dealers forehead. The dealer flinched at the touch of the cold metal. He knew what was coming. Cain squeezed the trigger, and the hammer cocked back, then released forward with an explosion.
Rob
January 7, 2013
Monday Night
12:00 A.M.
There was a knock at the door. Rob turned the volume down on the television and walked to his front door. He opened the door only to find no one standing in front of it. He shrugged, closed the door, turned around and was taken aback as a ragged man was standing in his hallway.
Hows the business? the man asked.
Who the hell are you and what are you talking about? Replied Rob.
Dont act like you dont know who I am. Im the reason why the numbers in your bank account keep going up, the man said pointing to the ceiling.
I honestly dont know what youre talking about.
The man studied Robs face. Looking it over for a minute. You really dont recall do you? Rob shook his head. You dont remember meeting me Saturday night in the woods? Whats wrong with you? First youre a Satanist, then youre the good little Christian, and now what are you?
Im an agnostic.
Really? Now thats an interesting ideology now isnt it. Not sure whether to believe or not.
Yes, it is frustrating, now would mind telling me what your doing in my house?
Well whether you remember or not I still have your soul.
Wait what?
A few days ago you and I made a deal where you would be the local big shot in exchange for your soul. You signed the contract in that dealers blood.
What are you, Satan? Listen, whatever I did, I didnt mean it.
Oh, you cant take it back now, and if you try to run off to some church and redeem yourself, Ill kill you before you get there so that I know youll be mine.
Rob looked to his side and lying on the counter was a pistol that was spatter with blood. He grabbed it and pressed it against his temple. The man pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Rob. What are you doing? Even if you do kill yourself God doesnt accept atheists!
So it may be, but I believe that and omnipotent god should have the capacity to look past peoples mistakes and accept them for who they are. There was a long pause as Rob waited for the man to respond. Im doomed with you, Ill take my chances and hope that God is merciful. Robs finger pulled the trigger.