Riding a Pixilated Hippo and Other Stories from Hell

By Cory Tollefson

Hell is a very real, very scary place, but what is Hell? Cory "Grizzly" Tollefson has opened the doors of Hell, and walked right through them! These are some of his adventures. Do only 'bad' people go to Hell? The answer to this question will surprise you! Each story is about a different individual that Grizzly has saved from their own personal Hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365544200

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Riding a Pixilated Hippo and Other Stories from Hell

Riding a Pixilated Hippo and Other Stories from Hell

By Cory Tollefson

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Introduction

Hell is a very real, very scary place.  Everyone in Hell is the creator of their own hell.   If you had the constant fear that you were being followed by bad people while you were alive; after death you may create a Hell where the city streets are always damp and foggy, there is only one street light and it does nothing to relieve you of the darkness and despair deep within your soul, and every shadow follows you waiting for you to turn your back. For an eternity, a lost soul in Hell may try desperately to avoid their invisible attackers; not knowing that their adversaries and everything else in Hell is only an illusion.

Most people think that only bad people go to Hell, but the truth is: anybody that dies with strong feelings of anger, hatred, jealousy, fear, lust, or any other negative emotion may unwillingly be creating their own Hell illusion and become captives to their own creation. 

Souls get stuck in their own hell scenarios, and this is where I come into the picture.  Just as the individual has the power to create everything in their own Hell illusion: cities, forests, monsters, attackers, oceans, etc.  I also have the same power, but the difference between me and the individual that is stuck in Hell is; I know that Hell is only an illusion, a very realistic and scary illusion, but still just an illusion.

I can create at will; if it is dark I can make the sun rise.  If we are in the city I can create mountains instantly. I can instantly transport myself and the people that I am with anywhere, I can travel at the speed of thought.  If I need a tool, money, gold, food, or anything else, I can just reach into my jacket pocket and pull it out. I do not really need to pull things out of my jacket pocket, but souls that are in Hell are much more comfortable with me reaching into my pocket instead of materializing things in midair.  I also have the ability to shape shift while in Hell, I can be anybody, anything, or any size necessary.  It just matters on what the situation and the individual requires. 

Hell is looked over by Hades, he is a very benevolent and caring individual, unlike how Hollywood movies have portrayed him.  Sometimes when I go into Hell, Hades greets me warmly and he gives me the name of the individual and any other important information that may be helpful to me or the soul that I will be helping. 

It was Hades that gave me the name Grizzly, it is the name that I go by when I am in Hell.   I asked him why he named me this, secretly hoping that it was because I am strong and powerful like a grizzly bear, but not so: Your hair is gray and brown just like a grizzly’s he said with a smile and a friendly laugh.

I help those that are ready to leave Hell behind.  Sometimes they just need an extra push, and sometimes they need comfort.  I give them what they need in order for them to exit their Hell illusion and continue on in the afterlife. 

These are some of their stories…...

Riding a Pixilated Hippo

As soon as I fell into the Hell, Hades was waiting for me.  Instead of exchanging our usual greetings he looked at me and said, Be very careful with this girl she has been through a lot.

What do I need to do? I said.

Go and help Meghan!

When the ruler of the underworld asks me to do something; I take it pretty seriously.  I wonder why Hades was asking me to be very careful with this one.  I have been working with Hades for a very long time and this is the first time he ever said be very careful. I guess there is only one way to find out!

When I reached Meghan’s hell, it was nothing like I had never seen before, well that is not entirely true; she created a world that was just like the Minecraft video game. Everything was all pixilated and blocky, the trees had rectangular trunks and square leaves of various shades of green, and the grass was one shade of lite green that looked as if it was painted on the ground. There was the occasional tuft of pixilated dark green grass blades that would sway with the wind, if there was any.

I looked down at my hands and feet and I was also transformed, my black leather work boots were now rectangular and blockish with little gray squares on the toes that looked like scuff marks.  My pants were just one shade of blue, and I was also wearing a bright red t-shirt, that had a square pocket.  My body was also affected, I could only see my angular hands, but I knew the rest of me had received the same fate.  My fingers were rectangular sausages attached to a rather large box like palm.  I brushed my hands against my face and it felt like it was made out of wooden blocks.

Once I got acquainted with my new physical dimensions; I put my thoughts onto Meghan.  As soon as I did this I spotted her, she was standing not far from me and she was laughing at me.  Probably because I was looking at my hands and feet, like I had never seen my hands and feet before, I bet I looked very peculiar.  After Meghan was done laughing I gave her a rather large buck toothed smile and a bow, like I had just performed Hamlet and was standing for my ovation.

Meghan appeared to be nine or ten year’s old, but in this video game world a realistic age is nearly impossible to tell.  She had big blue square eyes that were full of wonder, her hair was done into two rectangular pig tails, and she wore the prettiest red dress with box like flowers on it.  Even though her whole world and everything in it was all box like and pixilated, she had a great big smile and very loving eyes.  Instantly I knew why Hades was overly concerned about Meghan.  She had been through a lot, but she was ready to move on, and that is why I had come to her at this time. 

Hello there, you must be Meghan, I am Grizzly.  Like the bear, but my friends just call me Grizz.

She smiled