The Modern Horrible Tales

ML.Lov

His name is Josh.

He is 15.

His family is doing well.

Now I have created a boy.

A boy which seems normal.

A happy boy.

He walks outside, and the sun, it brightly shines upon his blossoming face.

Now I have created a world.

As he shadows his face from the sun with his arm, he holds a plastic bag in the other, a weeks worth of trash. He is helping his wonderful mother taking it out.

In the bag, I would like to alter. I say it no longer lays trash inside of it.
Now I have created a murder.

He steps down his porch, hoping no one is to smell his mothers corpse rotting in the bag.

But you must remember, this is not the fault of Josh, now is it?

Who's fault is it?

Is it mine?

Am I to blame for his action?

Did I control him?
I did control him.

Sadly, I am to blame. And so I feel kind of bad for Josh. I ruined his pitiful life before it evolved.

I made him murder his mother.

But how shall I get punished? I am above.

So now, rather than fixing what I did, I will make him pray to me for what I did. I will make it seem like it was his own doing.

I will make him beg for forgiveness.

but,

I will never answer.

I will just kill his father as well on his way home from work.