God bit his lip so unexpectedly hard that it distracted him, if only momentarily, from the problem at hand.
Someone knocked at the door.
“Yeah?”
The door opened. His mother walked in. She frowned, concerned.
“I’m fine,” God muttered, dabbing tissue on his lip. His mother stepped deeper into the room.
“No you’re not,” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”
God cast the tissue aside.
“I just bit my lip,” he snapped. His mother smirked, “how very unlike you. So, what is the real problem?”
God sighed. He stepped over to his workspace and pointed down.
“Look!”
His mother joined him. She frowned. “What’s with all the blue?” she asked. “They don’t need that much.”
God gave her an annoyed look. His mother nodded. “Right, sorry, go ahead.”
God pointed down at a patch of green.
“Look there, look at all those people down there. Watch this,”
God bent down and fiddled with something his mother couldn’t see. He straightened up.
“What did you do?”
God sighed. “I saved them.”
His mother nodded, “okay, so?” She added, obviously not seeing the problem.
“So! Look over here.” God pointed at another patch of green with people milling about. All at once, they were gone.
“You see? If I save those over there, the ones over here die. And I figured out how to save them both, but then, a whole bunch more down there die, which is more than the other two combined!”
God gritted his teeth and scratched at the back of his hand, the way he did when he was frustrated. His mother reached out to stop the scratching. She held his hands tight in hers.
“It’s your first one, it’s not going to be perfect,” she said, softly. God let himself be held. His mother looked back at the project.
“It is very beautiful, you have talent.”
God snorted, “right.”
“What are you going to call it?” she asked.
God shrugged. “I was thinking I’d let them decide.”
His mother raised an eyebrow. “How very modern of you,” she said, chuckling. God pulled his hands away and looked at her face for any signs of patronization.
He sighed, not finding any.
“Why don’t you leave it for a while,” his mother suggested, patting his shoulder. “You’re father needs some help with a project anyways.”
God snorted. “Another one of his perfect worlds,” he grumbled.
His mother frowned down at him. “Jealousy is an ugly color on you,” she said. God shrugged. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“Come on, let’s go.”
God took a last look at his labors. He nodded slowly.
“Come, come,” his mother said.
God allowed himself to be led from the room.
“You really do have talent you know,” she kissed him above the ear, “I’m sure the next one will be perfect.”
“Sure,” God sighed, closing the door.
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That explains a lot!
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You have no idea how much I love your work. Great creativity and descriptive. I hope you have put your work in the marketplace.
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That makes me really happy. I hope that whatever reception this site gets in the end will give me a platform to work on getting my larger projects out there.
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Best of luck on this. It is too bad that us writers have to croak before we become famous.
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Me too, what Waldo said. 🙂
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hopefully someday
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Thought provoking and entertaining as always.
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Thank you. That’s what I was hoping for. Also, I wanted to write a story where God’s mother chides him for being jealous haha.
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If I may be so bold as to quote the Mother of God… “It is very beautiful, you have talent.”
This made me very happy, Ben. I wrote a piece on Cookie blog that would join this in a Venn diagram (only regarding subject matter, not necessarily quality, sadly) which offers me great encouragement. 🙂
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Very nice. We need illustrations of our world that we understand better to put it in perspective. Thanks.
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Glad you liked it. I always try to find odd ways to put things in perspective. Mostly to try and figure out things for myself.
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Well, that’s one way to look at it. Very hilarious piece.
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Haha thanks. I’m sure it’s not the first time god has been imagined as a child. But it’s just what popped into my head.
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OMG That was hilarious! Hmmm. I also ass-u-me the project named itself 🌏
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Thanks. I like to try writing about different characters like death and time. I hadn’t tried out God so, this is it. I’m glad you like it
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wow a first class story. What if God were a pessimist? Interestingly influenced by God’s point of view, there are many twists afterwards. But as always, the mother is right! What a wonderful world!
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haha thank you. I’m glad you liked this one. It isn’t one of my more-read pieces, but I am very fond of it.
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