Raj Chaklashiya

Gabriele Lentini

Faded  Farfalle

Sean King

English

I got up, dazed and confused. I looked around. I saw an angel to the left, and a cloud on the ground. I was sitting on a golden throne. "Who am I?" I asked the angel. The angel panicked. "What--what do you mean, my Lord?" "I don't know who I am." The angel gulped. "You are God."

"Since when?" I asked confused. Last thing I remembered was going to sleep, then suddenly I found myself in what looked like a castle in the sky with an angel telling me I'm God. "For as long as I can remember, at the very least!" the angel replied, now visibly more preoccupied.

“I don’t believe it. How do I know you aren’t lying?” I asked. The angel looked irritated as it looked at itself and back at me. “I thought you’d be smarter than this.“ the angel said. I sighed. “Ok, ok, I get it. But why now? And why don’t I have cool god powers?” I asked.

We work in mysterious ways, almost as mysterious to us as they are to mortals. We can’t change any lives directly. Everything is done by pulling strings from afar. Imagine controlling a marionette from a mile away and the strings are connected to all the other marionettes.

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