Barry Goes To Paradise.

Barry lived a short life, the climax of which involved him flying. BArry had never flown before all his friends had flown to exotic places around the world. Places that Barry assumed were so wonderful that they never came back, which they didn't. "They must be so preoccupied with fun. much to occupied to send me any post-cards," sighed Barry one hot day. By 4pm he was flying. It was wonderful, he felt so weightless. The ride was bumpy, but Barry thought of it as a massage function. People started rushing back and forth in the plane like mice. Barry got exited. "We must be near!" he exclaimed joyfully. Then the doors opened up like the gates to Eden and showed him a view of a place that glowed like a wonderful oasis, even in the night. "What a pretty orange glow," said Barry, in awe. Suddenly he noticed he was getting closer to the beautiful lights. While descending Barry wondered what a beautiful place could glow so brightly. How the people there must be blissfully fulfilled. Then Barry saw what it really was. He started feeling sympathy for Dante as he descended into the very deepest level of imaginable hell. Corpses littered the streets, buildings, peoples livelihoods were rubble before him. HE was sick to his stomach. He struck the ground with much force. Barry the bomb's metal shell exploded as the composition B inside him ignited. Chunks of concrete and metal bomb casing were slung in every direction by the fireball. So it goes.