Omg 😳 epic!❤️

Have you ever had God speak to you? I don't mean in mysterious ways, vague signs, or through events in your life. I mean direct, concise, clear communication.

It started 3 months after I caught my wife cheating on me.

When I found out, there was crying, yelling, hugging, excuses, and more. My emotions had been all over the place, but the wounds were slowly healing. 3 months of bi-weekly therapy, soul searching, and trying to trust again. We even booked a short vacation to a local beach, even though it was Winter. We both loved the sound of the waves, the smell of salt, and the calm of the air. I woke up early to catch the sun rise over the sand, when I saw a text light up on her phone. Somehow I knew before I checked what it was, but I had to confirm.

After discovering that the promises and progress made over the last 3 months were a lie, I went to the beach alone. I didn't wake her up. As much as I despised her actions, she did not deserve to see what happened next.

I stripped to my underwear, and began working up the courage to wade into the cold nothingness that quietly lapped around my ankles. But then I saw the dawn light reflect off something near my foot, and could not believe it. A glass bottle, like from a movie, with a message inside. Cowardly wishing to prolong my life a few minutes more, I decided to read the message.

Kill her.

I thought that this had to be a joke from teenagers meant to rile up someone, but it still affected me. And made me think, profoundly, about my intentions. If I died, who would I hurt? My parents, my friends, or even my wife? As much as I was angry, and I was furious, I couldn't stand the thought of her deep in depression contemplating what I was currently contemplating. So, I got dressed and returned.

The divorce went smoothly, she didn't try to make my life worse. But my mind began to unravel, or at least I thought so. About once a week, I would find a sticky note with the same 2 words, etched onto the paper like the scribble of a mad man.

Kill her.

I was hoping that, just maybe, I was writing these in my sleep and that it would end after the divorce. But then the voices began.

Every morning I woke up, an intrusive thought entered my mind.

Kill her.

I handled it well, at first. I could ignore the instructions of insane thoughts. Even as the frequency of the thoughts increased, I paid them no heed. I would not harm someone else. It was annoying, but manageable, until I ran into her at the grocery store.

I still remember seeing her beautiful face appear around the aisle. A jar was blocking the way partially, but I was still mesmerized by her, after everything she did. When she when the corner we made eye contact, and I saw her holding the hands of the man who destroyed me marriage.

KILL HER.

The voice turned into dissonant whispers in my mind.

kill her Kill Her KILL HER KILL HER!

I covered my ears but it did not help. The screeching reached a crescendo as I fell to my knees. I tried to drown out the screams with my own, but it did not work. A hand touched my shoulder, a threat, something evil. The voice became manifest. I grabbed a jar off the shelf, roaring as I swung, and smashed the jar against it. The threat slumped, and quieted. But then the laughing began, quiet at first, but then as loud as a rockslide.

Sonehow I knee before I checked who the corpse was, but I had to confirm. The voice, with the power of God, finally got what it demanded.

I killed her.

👍

Me too!

Damn that’s pretty erie.

So... God = Hitler?

meaning that killing the jews actually brought them closer to god...

Kinda like “Everything, Everywhere, All at Once”

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This is my favorite. There is no way I can top this!

Corrected, thank you - And I know right silly mortals!

I love this concept.

Daisy looked kind of sad. She did not really care about the government being overthrown. She was expecting that for a while now. She was sad because of the building. Of course it wasn't as beautiful as the buildings she saw in Europe, but she still liked the design.

"Well this is the end of an era..." said Mike. He wasn't that sad about the building. He thought about burning it down before.

"It is... Do you think there's still a Walmart? I mean a lot of things had been lit on fire... I hope our car is fine..." Daisy was worried.

"Do you think we should buy a new one?"

"We will steal if that how it'll be going." said Daisy

"Well let's go... I am hungry."

"Look there is a McDonalds. They are open."

"Fuck... That's rough for them... I mean poor workers... I hope they will raise minimum wage now, that there's a new government."

"I hope so too!"

In the McDonalds they ordered food.

"Do you think we should buy a house now? The prices will be low for a while before skyrocketing." asked Mike with his mouth full.

"Good idea... Mmmm. I love happy meal. Look I got a tiny nuclear bomb! They must bee on the war theme... So weird!"

And they talked like this. Ignoring that the world is burning down, because I am a bad writer and this is getting seriously boring.

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Essentially, you're fucking useless.

Soar, otherwise I like it! Who'd have guessed that jumping off a building wouldn't activate your powers.

Thank you! I actually considered hellfire originally but felt it didn’t have enough punch but that seems to have been to my detriment, I appreciate the feedback and will take your advice on board for the next one :)

I like your topic here and the way divinity becomes a personal characteristic. I like the imagery that connects earth to body to eventually fire/creation. Especially love the salt/earth connecting to grains.

I think your last line is good but I might go with hellfire rather than "hell, in fire" because I think the hell connects better if it comes right after and makes for a more succinct ending.

The message, directly injected into the mind. "Kill her".

Which "her"? The woman that shared whole nine years of wonderful marriage, joyful nights and days, and only on the tenth year things started to go astray?

Or maybe, the girl from fifteen years ago, that sparked joy and desire and a fire so far unknown, that made everything feel into place, made everything seem just right?

Or maybe, the ignored teenager that kept escaping the darkest places of a memory almost forgotten, but that was the first spark of everything that was going to make things the way they happened today?

Or maybe the fictional character from that old video game, long time ago, that by today's standards would be just "polygons on a screen". A video game that was so immersive, that maybe for some reason, triggered some chain reaction that could, or could not, made everything possible, all things considered?

Didn't matter. The message was clear. The one reading knew which "her" the message was referring. Fighting tears, after all those years, a choice was being presented. Either be unhappy for a reason, or be unhappy for another.

Love. Love is a hard thing. Nine years were a lot of time to distract the voices of the mind, the desires of the soul, and that love was real. It just... wasn't right. An infidelity, but not for her fault.

Everything was falling into place - even the tears, restrained for who knows how many decades, were now falling freely into the sand, each one telling a fragment of a story that no one dared to mention, no one dared to put all pieces together.

Phone in hand, the message crumbled into the hands, trembling fingers dialing her number, finally she answered. It was hard to not cry, but obviously the voice was muffled by all the feelings once bottled, now set free as if the feelings themselves were occupying the place of that message, that stupid thing that triggered the final domino of a whole life of self-illusion.

- "I cannot kill her, honey. I can't. I can't kill the woman inside of me...."

"He should've been here by now..." The "Villain" pouts disappointedly, this situation has been playing for years, VJ kidnaps me, ,fight for an hour or 3 a couple of speeches would be thrown out and they would get back to it.

"Maybe he's busy fighting some other villain or something" I cross my legs since my arms and everything was tied to the chair. 'He better be or so help me'

"I was expecting him to come and fight me..." he stabs his sword to the floor. "I've never really cared for you if anything I’ve liked you." He waves his arms to all the weapons and guns pointed at me, half of these are just the designs I can't make that many weapons."

Fire the orbital friendship cannon!

"Honey... think this will start being called 'The BLACK House'?"

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Thanks! Had a lot of fun writing this at 3 am as well!

This is the magic/tech hybrid I’d like to see more stories of! 😅