(*In response to a writing prompt*)
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Writing Prompt:
You are a professor who has been studying Gods and Goddess for years. From religions, cultures and mythology. One day while you are in your house, someone knocks on the door. It's a God. Who was just created a few minutes ago for a character design challenge. Now they want your advice on how to be a God.
My Response:
I never been a religious woman.
Do I believe that there's something out there?
Sure.
I've studied religion for the past eleven years. After my eleven year search, I realized that people loves something to believe in. Something that's not them.
Like my mother. A Roman Catholic from the south. She basically beat the fear of God into me. Not to mention the horrible Sunday outfits. Frills and puffs that would suffocate anyone in the Georgia heat.
Although, with her deep red lips and bright blues, purples and high heels, I think she was more there for Father Arthur, than her God. If those long 'sunday bible breaks' were anything to say. Still, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be interested in religion in the first place.
Why does it change people?
Why do people want it so badly?
But after these eleven years, I still haven't gotten closer to the answers I wanted than the first year I started.
However, nothing could brace me for what is in front of me.
It's been twenty minutes since he arrived.
I know he's saying something.
I can see his mouth moving.
But I can't hear anything.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I think he's finished talking.
Hold on.
"So, like I said... I'm God."
I blinked. I think I blinked twice. I know I want to say something. Like how in the hell he got here. I live on the side of the mountain. High enough that to take three hours to get to. Not to forget that it's two o' clock in the morning. The buses stopped running three hours ago. So, how he got here?
I blinked again.
I don't know what happened, but I think I said, "what the fuck?"
He, this time, blinked. His eyes, widened. Clearly taken back by my language.
"Oh, sorry. I mean, who are you?"
The stranger sighed. Shoulders slumped.
"Like I said, I'm God." He repeated.
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