I imagine God, sitting on a tiny rock, barren and useless. He’s flicked on the sun, and his pride and joy glows in the void as he tastes nebulae to make sure they are done. Tightens up asteroid belts. Drops a needle on spinning galaxies. Throws a pair of dice to determine fate or chance. Tosses bad ideas into a black hole. No net. Then, He closes his eyes and dreams up fields of flowers. The idea of pollen makes him sneeze. Wiping the primordial ooze from his majestic nose, He tosses it in the nearest crater. Leaving it to remember how it used to be a part of something special. All of which explains why I am allergic to religion.
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (4)
Man! That was clever! Especially loved 'Drops a needle on spinning galaxies' and 'tosses bad ideas into a black hole' The ending gave me a laugh.
Very interesting viewpoint. You did a masterful job in creating a scenario in which you thoughts and ideas are materialized. Good work!
Ha ha. Too funny I really like the turn of thought in this.
That twist at the end was a good one, Shaun! That was a cool drabble!