The Not Very Divine Comedy
Word count: 1458
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a very strange, bleak sort of wasteland. It seemed to stretch on forever in all directions, the land flat and white. The ground gave way beneath my feet and when I knelt down to examine it, it peeled away into my fingers as if made of the most brittle of papers. The sky above stretched on, equally endless, fading into a sort of sad, dreary gray.
A voice came from behind me. "Oh hello there. You must be new."
I turned about and regarded the man, who was a skinny and nerdy sort dressed in simple jeans and a brown shirt, wearing thick brown glasses. I nodded to him, as his voice was kindly enough and it was good to see someone else in so baffling a place. "New? Yes. I suppose I'm new. Where am I?"
He shook his head, "You're in Literary Hell."
"Literary Hell?" I said, "How can that be?"
"I think it has something to do with the fact that your stories suck."
I frowned at that. "I'll admit I've had