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Child Of God

TheLittleVagabond
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A coming of age story that philosophically and phycologically questions the world and it's inhabitants. Born into a world of grey and black, Messias is thrust into the true nature of society and reality. Follow Messias throughout his birth and journey from an infant to adulthood, looking for answers to life in his own way-who knows, maybe he'll find them or give up trying. Questions will be answered, ideas are metamorphosis that are always able to change and develop; Will he experience this?
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The warmth and touch was overwhelming, I couldn't see color, nor make out anything. Not that I willingly could, but physically couldn't. My eyes were sealed, forcefully kept shut by something I couldn't feel; Feeling and hearing were the only things I could do while adrift, and even then it was without choice, but instinct.

Floating idly upside down and mixed with their blood, digestive acid, and the like; I found myself in God's womb. I wondered, out of the millions of sperm that raced during the climax, I unknowingly outclassed and beat my brothers and sisters to fallopian tube, taking their chance to fertilize and exist. What for? While I was enveloped in God's Membrane, my siblings were digested and slaughtered. Yet even with this question, I was not saddened as I could not yet think, but I doubt I would've changed much. 

During my time in the womb, I grew and grew. I felt my own body begin to mold and take new form, I was afraid of this as well, it felt foreign and dangerous. This was instinct as well. With no will or freedom, I was forced to accept and embrace it. As I grew, So did new feelings. I felt the folds and movements of God's stomach, brushing me against the walls, sometimes hitting them. I heard loud noises, they were muffled and I couldn't interpret the sound, I could only hear without the ability to acknowledge or comprehend. For the first time, I felt something other than simpl:e touch. Fear. 

The waves came and goed, sometimes growing more rampant, yet it was so familiar to me by then it embedded itself into me as a memory and reminder. I don't know when I was since I was still foreign to the idea of time, but before I knew it. I was introduced to new movements. Instead of hitting the walls, they squeezed around my frail and fragile body and began constricting me, forcefully pushing me. I was very afraid. It continued, and before i knew it, 

I was once again overwhelmed by new feelings and touch. I could feel the warm pool I had been so used to was gone, replaced by cold air and screams, violent and

threatening.

Opening my eyes, I only saw black and white, and a creature staring at me. It was God. They stared and I stared back. I couldn't understand why, but it felt like instinct when I cried at the top of my lungs, tears falling down my face. 

As i uncontrollably wept, God stared at me, I could only stare at the sun. The holy light is newfound and persistent behind them. This was the day I saw God. I was still afraid.