Things I Have Written

The War of the Gods [Short Story]

"When"

"Soon Isaiah."

"Do not call me that, I am no longer one of your sons like Michael and Gabriel."

"Your brothers miss you dearly, son."

"I am no longer your son. Not yet anyway. My brothers make sure of that."

"They will change. Just as you have... They are born."

"What are their names?"

"Asa and Atticus. Those poor children"
"They will both survive in the end."

"Yes, yes I suppose. But the fate of humanity lies in their hands."

"We will train them well."

They shook hands. Jehovah and Isaiah, God and Satan.

"The bond has been made"

"The kings have been born."

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"Hey, Mr.Giovinazzo. It's Asa. I apologize for not being in class today. I had an eye appointment that I was not, under any circumstances, allowed to miss. Thank you for understanding, you can call me back at this number or you can call or email my mom, Jessamine if you have any questions that can't wait till Monday. I'll see you then... ugh... bye." I hung up the phone, having just finished sending my English teacher a voicemail. Being a blind senior isn't as easy as it sounds. Once people get to know you they just kind of forget your blind? And treat you like they do everybody else....

Like dirt. It isn't that bad but I can't do everything other kids can do!

The only person who actually helps me out is my guidance counselor, and my best friend Atticus. I'm actually going to his house soon, so we can work on a Mythology project. But I honestly don't know if I care, I swear our teacher is on drugs.

"Ohhhh, the world is gonna end soon. God and Satan are going to have a duel on the middle ground and everyone will die in the process, OoOoOaaaaaaah!!!" Which, if you ask me is complete bullshit. If the entire human race is going to be wiped out it isn't going to be because of some battle, it'll be global warming. And before you ask, yes I am a nerd.

I put my phone in my pocket and threw my backpack back on, I didn't bother to take it off since I might lose it and I would need it two seconds later. I went downstairs, keeping my hand on the wall and railing. When I hit the first floor I went left, to the kitchen, and leaned on the doorway.

"Hey, Moooom," I said, I didn't need to worry about it being Dad, he left when I was eight, and my siblings can't cook so process of elimination.

"Hey honey, I need to get in there." My mom said.

"Get in where?"

"The fridge dear, you're leaning on it."

I felt my face heat up as I took a quick step back, banging myself on the corner of the doorway.

"Fu-"
"Language, Asa"

"Frick."

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