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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 - Advanced)
Topic: Postcards (08/29/05)
Dear Brothers,

I have no assurance that this will ever reach you, but I have to try. I know we were never very close but what I am facing today allows me to feel an urgent sense of responsibility for you. I once made a permanent alliance when I was with you that have since stripped me of everything. I believe such an alliance was also made by you and I urge you to break that alliance now. Do not wait.

Recently I asked permission to send an old servant of mine to you to warn of the dangers I am constantly faced with. I was advised that I have had previous opportunities to speak with you about these matters, further I was informed that there have been ample warnings in our collective history that should render such a messenger less than effective. While I know this to be true I do not want you to come where I am, yet I am afraid there will be a future family reunion is this God-forsaken place.

I plead with you to look carefully into what you are doing, for the pain I feel is intense and eternal. The fear I face is dark and ever present. I may have died, but my soul is in an ever living turmoil.

A cup of cold water would be a blessing, but it is not to be. If it is true that time passes here it passes with anguished cries and painful laments. There is no distinguishable day or night - only darkness and agony. The way you are living today will only lead to the same living death in which I exist. I am living my end.

I send this by postcard because I am hopeful others may read this and alter the course of their life, for death is so permanent. I am certain this must sound beyond insane. I find that every day I lament the choices I made in life and the terrible pain I inflicted on others who only sought a helping hand. I could only harvest the crops I planted and I planted death and pain. The harvest came and the crop was colossal.

Please, before it’s too late, stop planting the same crops. The end is not worth any perverse happiness you insist on pursuing today. If I never see you again, it will make me the happiest man in hell.

Forever in Misery,

Rich Mann

(Based on Luke 16:19-31)
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dub W
09/05/05
Interesting take on the old story - a bit much for a postcard however. Thanks for posting.
Anita Neuman
09/06/05
Dub said what I was going to say. Great story, but too long for a postcard. :)
J. C. Lamont
09/08/05
Perhaps he wrote in very small handwriting or maybe hell's postcards are quite large. I liked it, especially the words you choose, it sounded very formal. Well done.
Brandi Roberts
09/09/05
Good work, Ben! But I must agree, a little long for a postcard.
Debra Brand 
09/09/05
I agree but a great story line!
Nita Frazier
09/09/05
What a wonderful adaptiotion of the rich man's woes. Graphic and gripping. My favorite line was "the harvest came and The harvest came and the crop was colossal."
Julianne Jones
09/10/05
"I am living my end." This line says so much! It's interesting that this Parable has cropped up (no pun intended) a few times in the challenge. Very well done. Thanks for sharing.

Jan Ackerson
09/10/05
How much postage does a postcard from hell take, I wonder? Just kidding, the other commenters have said it all, this is a great entry.