Creative Writing: The Inferno It is the quintessence of monotony: a mountain chain of stucco that lies atop fallow lots the size of kitchen magnets. Welcome to suburbia. I effortlessly enter my pervious pastel palace, but the voyage to my room is an uphill battle; it is quite an insurmountable quest. The trek to my cell consists of a frozen spiral staircase. It is not smooth and slippery, though, but rocky and perilous. The portal lies beyond the staircase… I force my way through the abrasive forcefield of forbiddance. The shrieks of my tearing flesh are subdued by the overpowering silence of the room. Words are mouthed, but not spoken. They