dear god, its Norman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
a man on the verge of suicide is visited by a man calming to be god. for those of you whom dont get it look up the name of the protagonist. pardon the spelling.

Submitted: October 19, 2010

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\"ha.\" I say. \"it looks like I get the last laugh god.\" I held the gun to my head. BANG!

\"im alive?\" BANG! BANG! BANG! \"damn it\" I say throwing the gun to the ground. \"why? why am i still alive? how come you cant just let me die?\" \"your too important.\" says a voice from across the room. \"I am god.\" I turn to see and old man standing in my apartment. \"and im the fucking easter bunny.\" i say. \"I am serious Norman. you are the most important human of all time\" he said. \"well 'god' thats like saying i am the king of nothing.\"I say. \"you may have seen murder and rape and poverty, but their exist positive thing on this earth.\" he says. \"im sorry, i haven't questioned the fact that a god exists, let alone he is standing in my living room.\" I say. \"you question my existence because I have shone you no mercy in times or crises\" he says. \" you have not been in my shoes, seen what i have to endure, all because i have spoken let alone helped any one. I truly love each and every one of the animals i have created. some may surfer but it is for the sake of all that i do not inter fear.\" \"fine, if your god ill keep my self alive.\" he held out his hand and I watched as this old, decrepit man crumbled into dust. \"well that proves your god but,\" I say reaching for the gun. \"i dont feel like keeping my promise.\" i say grabing for the gun. he appears in front of me blocking the view of the gun. I pick up the gun point it at the mans head and fire. BANG! \"well I cant say i wasn't expecting that being god and all. but you have sealed your fate, I will keep you alive until your predetermined death. good by Norman\" I had one last bullet in the revolver. i pointed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger. BANG!

IM ALIVE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY! WHY MUST I BE CURSED TO LIVE WITH THE STUPIDITY OF HUMANS! WHY! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Norman Borlaug. the grates of all men.


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