“Insanity
is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different
results.”
Wile E.
Coyote* #quote
Hung out with
CJ today. Much fun was had. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Imprisoned God's Release
Four thousand
years. That was the god's sentence. He terrorized the world, and for
his actions the other gods gave him that sentence. He emerged
somewhere in Idaho, or was it Mexico? He couldn't remember. After all
just seeing colors again overwhelmed him. His imprisonment involved
total sensory deprivation. He tried to live in his memories as best
he could. But when released to reality again he stumbled around and
just took everything in. Like many gods he held the ability to
transform, his base form being human. (though really magical in
nature, so more human in appearance). And while in his sensory rush
he flew around the world.
That's why he
couldn't ever remember where he came out. Because seconds after his
release he clumsily flew around from place to place, taking it all
in. Gradually starting to take stops. Magically putting on modern
clothes and languages.
Before his
sentence he was a wrathful evil god. But after serving a sentence
longer than what any human could serve, and worse than what any human
could serve he couldn't bring himself to terrorize reality again. He
didn't want to get that sentence again, to be deprived of things
as they did to him in complete
sensory deprivation in that pocket dimension of nothingness. He now
appreciated the company of other beings, the people he blended in
with, the creatures of nature, the plants, and the rocks. He
appreciated now the company of the feeling of the wind across his
face that made him feel alive.
He
shed a tear when he felt an earthquake that he knew was caused by
another god that may suffer the same sentence as him.
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