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ivybgreenflower) wrote2007-02-12 12:55 am
ivybgreenflower) wrote2007-02-12 12:55 am
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It's like schoolwork, wtf
I haven't worked out a whole lot of the details in my dead people story- many characters don't have names/personalities- but I do know some stuff, so I'm going to write my "first chapter" now. I wrote it in my head the other day. I think actually writing, as opposed to planning, will help. I was never a very good planner (once I write something down, I forget to write it again, so something written in the planning stages might not get written in the actual essay or story or whatever, even if I wanted to...) so, let's give this a try.
Simon sat back in his chair and watched the screen in front of him. A scene popped up: a man was about to fall off of his surfboard and drown. Most people would be concerned upon seeing an image like this, but this man was not: death and near-death were just part of his job. He himself had died a hundred years earlier, and after exploring all of Earth, he was bored. So God assigned him to one of the billions of computer screens in Heaven, the ones that showed what was happening to every being in the universe. His particular computer screen showed people in dangerous circumstances, and it was his job to either push people out of harm's way, or into it, depending on their particular destiny. Many others had this job as well, and it wasn't difficult: a scene would come up on the screen, he'd watch it and see who the person was, then check the files to see if it was that person's time to go, and act accordingly. The surfer in Australia was not yet slated to die, so Simon put his finger on the screen and gently nudged him back onto his surfboard, then guided the ocean to gently push the surfer back to the beach. He also inserted a little lesson into the man's head. Near-death experiences were this way: some people had them and never knew, but others knew they nearly died, at least in deep in the backs of their minds, and took the lessons to heart. This surfer would not be terrified of surfing ever again, but he would be a bit more careful in the future.
Another scene popped up: an old woman in a hospital bed. Yes, it was definitely time for her to go. Her family was praying for her safe passage, and Simon pitied her. He put his hand up to the screen and gently scooped her up off of the bed and into the unknown; soon, she'd be in Heaven in the New Arrivals department. For good measure, he sprinkled a bit of Peace into the hospital room so her family members wouldn't have to suffer so much.
The next scene came up immediately. A girl in her twenties in a periwinkle blue sweater was walking along the street, about to turn onto the crosswalk and walk across the street. Simon checked the files; it was definitely not this girl's time to die. He watched her patiently as she walked off the curb and into the street, and saw, predictably, a bus come speeding down the street. As soon as it was a foot away, he nudged the girl out of the way. He was about to sit back and wait for the next scene, but something strange happened: the girl stepped back in the way of the bus. He sat up straight and pushed the bus away this time, guessing that the girl was particularly strong-willed; sometimes this happened. Sometimes people who were supposed to die clung to their bodies and refused to come. So he pushed the bus away instead; it swerved and narrowly missed hitting her. The girl looked unnerved as the bus went to the other side of the street and slowed down, then came back to her side. She tentatively stepped forward and continued walking. Simon was about to sit back when again something strange happened: the bus swerved violently back and before he could do anything, it slammed into her, killing her instantly. It was as if the bus had a mind of its own. Simon watched the screen helplessly- what was going on? This girl was definitely not supposed to die yet; she was scheduled to live for quite a long time after this. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He had to put it right. "God!" he called out. "God, something's happened, something terrible- you have to put this right!" But there was no answer. "God?" he asked. "Are you listening?" But again, no answer. He turned back to his computer screen; it was still on the girl's scene. He watched as an ambulance came and tried in vain to rescue her. He looked to the right and saw his neighbor was looking on another scene in horror; apparently, more people were dying that weren't supposed to. Simon got up to go and pay God a visit.
Although God never turned away visitors, most people never found a reason to go to him: he always answered them no matter when they called for him. So it wasn't necessary to go and see him in person, since he could always hear and answer them. Simon walked down the brightly lit hallway to the gigantic pair of white marble doors that led to where God lived. He opened them by simply putting his hand up to them; they had no handles, because God never locked out anyone. Simon walked in but found, to his great surprise, God was not sitting on the golden throne. In fact, the room was completely empty. "God!" Simon called out. No answer. "GOD!" he screamed. "Where are you? God! Please, please answer me!" Still no answer. Many other workers were panicking and had come running in as well, but all they could do was stand helplessly in front of the empty throne. After all, there was no panic button, and no "will return by" sign. No one had ever known God to not be in his throne room, and no one in Heaven could remember a time when God didn't answer their calls immediately. They all stopped shouting and looked at each other; what could they do? The room went silent as they all stared at the empty throne, wondering what was going to happen next in a universe without God.
Bear in mind it's just a rough draft.
-1:26 AM
Simon sat back in his chair and watched the screen in front of him. A scene popped up: a man was about to fall off of his surfboard and drown. Most people would be concerned upon seeing an image like this, but this man was not: death and near-death were just part of his job. He himself had died a hundred years earlier, and after exploring all of Earth, he was bored. So God assigned him to one of the billions of computer screens in Heaven, the ones that showed what was happening to every being in the universe. His particular computer screen showed people in dangerous circumstances, and it was his job to either push people out of harm's way, or into it, depending on their particular destiny. Many others had this job as well, and it wasn't difficult: a scene would come up on the screen, he'd watch it and see who the person was, then check the files to see if it was that person's time to go, and act accordingly. The surfer in Australia was not yet slated to die, so Simon put his finger on the screen and gently nudged him back onto his surfboard, then guided the ocean to gently push the surfer back to the beach. He also inserted a little lesson into the man's head. Near-death experiences were this way: some people had them and never knew, but others knew they nearly died, at least in deep in the backs of their minds, and took the lessons to heart. This surfer would not be terrified of surfing ever again, but he would be a bit more careful in the future.
Another scene popped up: an old woman in a hospital bed. Yes, it was definitely time for her to go. Her family was praying for her safe passage, and Simon pitied her. He put his hand up to the screen and gently scooped her up off of the bed and into the unknown; soon, she'd be in Heaven in the New Arrivals department. For good measure, he sprinkled a bit of Peace into the hospital room so her family members wouldn't have to suffer so much.
The next scene came up immediately. A girl in her twenties in a periwinkle blue sweater was walking along the street, about to turn onto the crosswalk and walk across the street. Simon checked the files; it was definitely not this girl's time to die. He watched her patiently as she walked off the curb and into the street, and saw, predictably, a bus come speeding down the street. As soon as it was a foot away, he nudged the girl out of the way. He was about to sit back and wait for the next scene, but something strange happened: the girl stepped back in the way of the bus. He sat up straight and pushed the bus away this time, guessing that the girl was particularly strong-willed; sometimes this happened. Sometimes people who were supposed to die clung to their bodies and refused to come. So he pushed the bus away instead; it swerved and narrowly missed hitting her. The girl looked unnerved as the bus went to the other side of the street and slowed down, then came back to her side. She tentatively stepped forward and continued walking. Simon was about to sit back when again something strange happened: the bus swerved violently back and before he could do anything, it slammed into her, killing her instantly. It was as if the bus had a mind of its own. Simon watched the screen helplessly- what was going on? This girl was definitely not supposed to die yet; she was scheduled to live for quite a long time after this. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He had to put it right. "God!" he called out. "God, something's happened, something terrible- you have to put this right!" But there was no answer. "God?" he asked. "Are you listening?" But again, no answer. He turned back to his computer screen; it was still on the girl's scene. He watched as an ambulance came and tried in vain to rescue her. He looked to the right and saw his neighbor was looking on another scene in horror; apparently, more people were dying that weren't supposed to. Simon got up to go and pay God a visit.
Although God never turned away visitors, most people never found a reason to go to him: he always answered them no matter when they called for him. So it wasn't necessary to go and see him in person, since he could always hear and answer them. Simon walked down the brightly lit hallway to the gigantic pair of white marble doors that led to where God lived. He opened them by simply putting his hand up to them; they had no handles, because God never locked out anyone. Simon walked in but found, to his great surprise, God was not sitting on the golden throne. In fact, the room was completely empty. "God!" Simon called out. No answer. "GOD!" he screamed. "Where are you? God! Please, please answer me!" Still no answer. Many other workers were panicking and had come running in as well, but all they could do was stand helplessly in front of the empty throne. After all, there was no panic button, and no "will return by" sign. No one had ever known God to not be in his throne room, and no one in Heaven could remember a time when God didn't answer their calls immediately. They all stopped shouting and looked at each other; what could they do? The room went silent as they all stared at the empty throne, wondering what was going to happen next in a universe without God.
Bear in mind it's just a rough draft.
-1:26 AM
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