Added Final Seconds as God

Christopher Vollick [2015-08-24 01:59]
Added Final Seconds as God
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+Title: My Final Moments as God
+Content-Type: text/creole
+Tag: main
+Tag: story
+It is quiet and still now.
+I feel a great calm spread through me; a chill extending from my core in a gentle humming wave out to my finger tips.
+My breathing is deep and the only thing I can hear.
+The great expanse before me is a chalkboard.
+I can remember chalkboards covered in lines and symbols. It all seemed so exciting then: the discovery, the sense of progress.
+We were taking the universe and breaking it down to its basest forms, and then building it back up again.
+There were real answers, then. Solutions. Outcomes just waiting to be found, like childhood games of hide and seek.
+Her name was Jane, and she was my first friend.
+She lived a couple or so houses up the street.
+We used to play tag, insofar as only two children can play tag, and hide and seek.
+Hide and Seek.
+We weren't very good at it then, hiding behind the same tree every time.
+I'd come around the trunk and she'd squeal as though it was the most surprising and delightful thing in the world that I should find her there.
+Two feet from where we started, behind the only tree.
+She moved away when I was seven.
+She's probably out there somewhere right now, in the huge green and blue dot right in the center of my chalkboard.
+I hope that she is.
+I hope that, despite all odds, one of the photons hitting my eye from the middle of that vast green blob bounced off her.
+I'm sure it did.
+I can feel it.
+I feel a jostling as my blob rattles from side to side.
+I can't tell anymore if that's the calamity's doing or the air supply, but it appears to steady.
+I don't want to turn my head, but I would if I could, and I'm glad that I can't.
+I don't want to see them strapped next to me and still.
+Already cold.
+Together forever, I'm alone.
+The calamity shakes me again more roughly, but it does nothing to shake my calm.
+I am beyond the calamity, above it.
+Those of the green, when they spoke to me, warned me of the coming of the Calamity.
+They told me of His effects, and His way.
+They could do but talk, and so they were silenced.
+They put me here, in His path, but it was not their fault.
+They are forgiven.
+As He shakes me harder and harder I raise one mighty gloved hand and blot out the entirety of Southern America.
+I wave my second hand through the Atlantic and feel the water run through my fingers.
+I can feel the tides lapping against them, the ebb and flow of a sharp numbness.
+I grab a handful of soil and turn it over in my hand and can feel the sun beating down on me during a hot summer afternoon.
+The bright light shining through the sparse leaves on the trees warming me to my core as I turn and look towards its light.
+The earth in my hands a moist clay causing my hands to dampen as I squeeze it into my palm.
+I've never squeezed anything so hard as this.
+Summer gives way to a crisp fall evening, Halloween, which is always colder than you prepared for.
+I'm shivering in my costume as I look out into the night sky, look towards the stars, and the taste of a single juicy apple floods my mouth causing cold juice to run down my chin.
+I've never tasted anything so sweet as this.
+It's shaking me so hard now I can barely see and the chalk stars are drawing their lines along the blackboard carving out symbols and patterns I don't have time to understand but I wish I did.
+I've never been more alone than this and I'm shaking so hard I can't find the way to talk anymore and all I want to do is talk and listen and hear.
+I reach out to the green and want to stretch my hands all the way down and hold on to it to something to stop the shaking I want to be down there I don't want to be here I dont want to be here i dont want to be here