Five Second Story - Part 21If you have not realized by now who it is in the white room with me, here's a hint: He is a shape-shifter, of sorts, and looks different to everyone who sees him. Yes, I have held the hand of God, and it's not all it's cracked up to be. He was strong, yes, and He had a firm grip, but it felt human. There was only one difference, though I didn't even notice at first. As soon as He held my hand, the pain in my legs disappeared, and I hopped to my feet feeling better than ever. I only didn't notice at first because I was examining God's new form.
I almost didn't recognize Him at first, but when I realized who He was shaped as, I was surprised. He had taken the form of a main character from a video game I recently been playing, by the name of Ethan Waber. In the game, Ethan is only a few years older than me. He's not too tall, has brown hair, blue eyes, and he wears a green & white hoodie jacket with black & green pants. He also has a little metal thing on the back of his neck called a nan
Five Second Story - Part 20Now this was unexpected (I've got to stop saying that). To think that God would actually want us to know things that He does and we don't. We just have to ask the right question. One thing I've learned about all-knowing beings from reading books and watching TV and movies is that to get the answer you're looking for you have to be very specific, or tick to simple "yes or no" questions.
It was hard, though, to think of questions while I was plummeting through a spinning white vortex. It was like I was flying, head first, so fast that everything was blurred and wait, head first? The thought hit me fast. What happens if the vortex ends with a ceiling-portal? Or a wall-portal? I'd be screwed at the speed I'm going. A floor-portal would be fine the way I see it, though I might fly into the ceiling. Then again, I could try to pull off some sort of twist or flip that would cause me to land on my feet. Or maybe I should BEEP!
A loud noise interrupted my thoughts, and the glowing
Five Second Story - Part 19A giant (yet somehow contained) explosion erupted in the center of the stadium. So this is what He meant by "somewhere around" 0:00. And I doubt I was the only one He scared the pants off of. I looked over Chris was clutching the armrests on his seat and his eyes were bulging out of his head. His mouth was open in an amazed smile. I feel your pain, Chris, I feel your pain.
The fire of the explosion was gone, only a cloud of grey smoke remained. God was back, I could tell. A sound and some mumbling came from within.
"*Cough, cough* Oy," He said, "I definitely put too much explosive power into that entrance."
Suddenly the smoke cleared, as if blown away by some abnormal wind. In the center he stood with His hands outstretched, as if the wind came from His hands. "That's better," He said as He stood straight and put His hands behind His back.
"Ladies and gentlemen seraphim, boys and girls of Earth," He said, "The time for the competition is soon, but first, I have decided last minu
Five Second Story - Part 18It took two minutes to calm my mind down. I could hardly believe it, even though I had felt it with my own lips, and seen it through my own eyes. I had had my first kiss, and it was good (however awkward it was). I really hoped I would see her again. My thoughts seemed to clog my ears and slow my limbs, because I couldn't concentrate on anything else (there were so many of them!). Chris seemed to be trying to say something to me, but I couldn't respond. Then he smacked me in the back of the head.
WHACK! "- are you even listening to me!" Chris yelled in my ear. "Hellooooo? Anybody home?!"
I put my finger in my ear. "Yes, and " WHACK! "- don't hit me again," I said calmly.
"OWWwww " whined Chris.
"Hey deal with it. You hit me, I hit you back. How long was I out?"
He looked at the timer 1:50 :49 :48. "You've been out for about three minutes," he rubbed the back of his head.
"Hm, thought it was two. I guess all we can do now is wait."
So I leaned back in
Five Second Story - Part 17I have never had a girlfriend before. I know it seems strange, but I am a sophomore in high school and haven't even had my first kiss yet. And yet I hang with all the perverts in the drama department. Anywho, when Jessie and I actually started a good conversation, I felt like we really connected on a lot of points, like out views on TV shows and our choices of food. Chris joined in our conversations a few times, usually to make us laugh. He's good at doing that.
Suddenly, there was a great flash, like a firework, in the center of the arena. Everyone looked up. I mean everyone. Even the escorts. Floating in the center of the arena was gigantic words, like those I mentioned before that the butler gloves used to talk with. They said, "PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS BEFORE THE TIMER HITS SOMEWHERE AROUND 0:00." Underneath was a timer, counting down from 5:00 (five minutes).
"Well," Jessie said, "I guess I better get back to my seat." She stood up (she had been sitting on the steps).
Five Second Story - Part 16When we got back to our seats, Crys and Ginger were finishing their conversation.
" well, yeah, it was good," finished Crys, smiling. She looked up when we came and sat down and she said, "So, Rick, seems you found a rival?"
"Oh, don't remind wait what?" How could she see us when we were that far away? "How'd you find out?"
She laughed. "Look, Ricky, the moment you started yelling at each other, everybody was watching. And by your fighting stance and the way you hit him, those kids you told must have understood why you saw God as a ninja." She patted my hand. "Trust me, you've made quite the reputation for yourself."
As realization dawned on me, a question came to mind: What kind of reputation did I earn for myself? Did they think I was a brute, because I beat down Heinrich? Did they think I was prejudiced? Did they think I was a coward, because I ran after the first punch? Well, probably not the last one.
At that point in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a voice to my ri