Interview with God

 

Hi! You don’t know me, but we’ve met before. Countless times, actually. I call myself Omni, but in a few minutes my name will be Amanda, a cute little blonde from down the hall.

Oh, don’t bother calling campus security. Your phone has turned into a banana. No, it’s real! Eat it. See? Pretty good, right?

I’m in your room to tell you what’s about to happen. I just love to watch your expression while I tell you about the true nature of reality. It just never gets old! Sit down. Yes, there on your bed, if you please. There you go.

Krakatoa part 3 - The Mission

Morning comes slowly as the night seems to linger on. Time itself slows down when basking in the afterheat of two Goddesses in love. Tris awakens in moans which signal equal amounts of pleasure and pain: In her overt excitement, Toa must’ve broken all of Tris's limbs last night. By Tris’s own admission, no less.

Tris: ”Ooo-hohooo… Wow, that was some night. And by ’some’, I mean awesome!”

The Lab of God

 

Bobby sat idly at his keyboard. It was hour six of a last minute sprint to complete his term paper on “The Making of the Atomic Bomb.” To tell the truth, it had been pretty easy since he had copied much of it nearly verbatim from the book of the same name, but he knew his history teacher was pretty lazy and he was unlikely to get caught. Now all he had to do was construct a believable bibliography.