'Hell No, No Hell Fire' is a strory written by Sly Ebony. All characters and events are a product of the author's immmaginative faculties. Any semblance with real time occurrences or literally pieces are mere coincidences.
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Hell No, No Hell Fire.

To be continued...

Timi is petrified to the measure of a human being within the thick bushes of a forest who suddenly stumbles on a pride or coalition of lions. In a split second he could feel his veins tensed, the goose pimples that makes an unexpected appearance on his well-tended skin which-wouldn't-miss-a-spa-session-every-sx-months have decorated his skin but suddenly gives way to oozes of a salty liquid from his body and the resounding beats of his heart thundering in the most unpredictable cacophony.
Howbeit, he feels he is flying at an astonishing, yet inhuman but light-speed of 3.33564e-6 per second. The means of the transportation remains bleak in his eyes. Both the terminal point and the goal of it would not be known by the alone traveller. He can't come to terms with the obvious scene of making such a terrific-speed trip without a conveyor, without physical effort but not without his eyes closed. Timi is no-two-days-about-it sure of the fact that it is a vertical glide. What he can't tell for a fact is whether or not the movement is northward or southward. He wouldn't know if to attribute his inability to detect the direction of the flight to the speed, the fear, ignorance of the means, the purpose or the destination of the soaring. "Maybe", he thought within himself "he can't really tell because of the unsuppressed anxiety that beleaguers his mind with the countless uncertainties that define this experience so far".