divine inspiration
Alex was bored. Deeply, utterly bored: so bored he got tired of television and read a book. He lived in a small but respectable yellowish-beige house on the east of Amitville, where the sun shone everyday from 10am to 5. His beard had grown far more than what was considered higenic, and it itched like hell when he was trying to sleep on his cheap covers with bits of chips all over them. Especially since the fan wasn't working and he had to keep the windows open - so bugs got in and the buzzing just drove him mad.
It was a hot, sweaty night when he thought something along the lines of:
"I'm 30 years old and unemployed. My life's about 1/3 gone and I haven't done anything i'm proud of. I need to get up, take some reality pills and get things going"
He got up, put his pants on and glanced at the bed-side clock. It was leaning on a neglected bible with leather covering. Hang on - bible. It seemed like a shower of light had come upon Alex's mind, his lips curled in what seemed as a grin of pure evil as he ran downstairs so fast he almost tripped on the steps.
***
It was April 22nd and the lady in the store smelt like cheap cologne.
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Wine, check. Bread, check. Cloth, check. Alex and his beard and his 34.99 dollars marched up to the cachier and out of the store. It can't be said if it was the loneliness that did it, the bugs or the TV - but it's evident that he had lost the concept of reality and normality.
He went up to Conrad Avenue, the busiest place in Amitville where thousands of cars and people and semi-people dashed along unnoticed every hour. He piled the wood along the road, rested the wine bottle on the zebra crossing and lay down perpendicular to the traffic lights. A crowd quickly gathered round to the sound of incessant honking. The caucasian young man, long beard, dressed in white robes was soon all over the news.
Joan Banks, reporting live from Conrad Avenue, approached the unusual stranger, almost screaming so she could be heard. Alex got up whilst the drivers cursing up to the 10th generation of his family.
Now that I have your attention...
"Alex Just, a messenger from god! Today, at 6pm rush hour, a man stopped the traffic at Conrad Avenue, claiming to perform miracles and to be the leader of a new religion named Folrism. We interviewed the Folrism messiah, who already gained a legion of followers."
***
The sun was hitting him right his legs for such a long time it was burning, meaning it was way past 10am. Alex woke up with a sound of a crowd in the distance, and quickly got up. He glanced at the mirror, put his glasses on and made his way downstairs.
“Its the Great Master Alex!”
“All hail Alex and succumb to his greatness!”
One blond haired girl, with small black eyes, approached Alex, bowed, and said:
“Is there anything we can do for you, oh mighty leader?”
“Clean my bathroom. And use the peach disinfectant.
Please.”
It was a hot, sweaty night when he thought something along the lines of:
"I'm 30 years old and unemployed. My life's about 1/3 gone and I haven't done anything i'm proud of. I need to get up, take some reality pills and get things going"
He got up, put his pants on and glanced at the bed-side clock. It was leaning on a neglected bible with leather covering. Hang on - bible. It seemed like a shower of light had come upon Alex's mind, his lips curled in what seemed as a grin of pure evil as he ran downstairs so fast he almost tripped on the steps.
***
It was April 22nd and the lady in the store smelt like cheap cologne.
Discounts on wood apparel on corredor 5! Today only!
Wine, check. Bread, check. Cloth, check. Alex and his beard and his 34.99 dollars marched up to the cachier and out of the store. It can't be said if it was the loneliness that did it, the bugs or the TV - but it's evident that he had lost the concept of reality and normality.
He went up to Conrad Avenue, the busiest place in Amitville where thousands of cars and people and semi-people dashed along unnoticed every hour. He piled the wood along the road, rested the wine bottle on the zebra crossing and lay down perpendicular to the traffic lights. A crowd quickly gathered round to the sound of incessant honking. The caucasian young man, long beard, dressed in white robes was soon all over the news.
Joan Banks, reporting live from Conrad Avenue, approached the unusual stranger, almost screaming so she could be heard. Alex got up whilst the drivers cursing up to the 10th generation of his family.
Now that I have your attention...
"Alex Just, a messenger from god! Today, at 6pm rush hour, a man stopped the traffic at Conrad Avenue, claiming to perform miracles and to be the leader of a new religion named Folrism. We interviewed the Folrism messiah, who already gained a legion of followers."
***
The sun was hitting him right his legs for such a long time it was burning, meaning it was way past 10am. Alex woke up with a sound of a crowd in the distance, and quickly got up. He glanced at the mirror, put his glasses on and made his way downstairs.
“Its the Great Master Alex!”
“All hail Alex and succumb to his greatness!”
One blond haired girl, with small black eyes, approached Alex, bowed, and said:
“Is there anything we can do for you, oh mighty leader?”
“Clean my bathroom. And use the peach disinfectant.
Please.”