Hidden Paradise by Michelle Dalson6/19/2023 ![]() ![]() I could hear the sound of chattering voices ringing in the distance. ![]() I didn’t see why I should bother attending an academy to earn my way up through the seven stages of Purgatory if I didn’t even know who I was, how I had lived, or what I had done to end up here. My eyes no longer strained forward, but they stared down at the bright, unchanging ground as I paced forward. Ebenezer Lynch was too grouchy to tell me. For whatever reason, my mind did not recall how I had lived my life before my spirit left Earth, or why I deserved to come here to Bhad-the very bottom stage of Purgatory. Now it was time for me to start training for soul purification in these stupid academies, and earn my way up through the seven stages of Purgatory. After my death in the apocalypse, my spirit had spent three days recovering in Ebenezer Lynch’s shack. Gretchen’s Academy-the most degrading academy in this land. Today was the day for me to enroll in St. It had been his fault for waking me up ten minutes after Medium Orientation had begun. It was so hot that my eardrums were throbbing. “Quicken yer pace, boy,” the old man’s grumble sounded like a vague buzz in my ears. He wore the only pair of dark shades in our shack, while I had to strain my naked eyes through the blinding sunshine. I dragged my feet across the sizzling surface and felt the heat burning through my sandals.Īccompanying me was a tall, lanky, old man named Ebenezer Lynch. The blazing sunlight struck the hot sandy ground. ![]()
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