"How do you want your first impression to be?" she chirped, ready to go bonkers on her keypad. "I am certain that I would like it to be unmistakably clear."
That was the vaguest God could have been, of everything he could have wanted to tell the humans of Earth, he wanted to be clear. "Could you be more specific? What do you want to be clear about?" she enquired.
"About me, about why I am tweeting." She was trying her very best and bitterly failing to make sense of Gods plan, "to stop them from destroying themselves?" she swallowed.
"Yes, but let's just be more precise, we don't want anarchist running riot." That was one thing she totally agreed with, the apocalypse anticipators were one of Gods creations that had remained a distant conceivability to Florence.
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God is in a mood today
Short StoryFlorence happens to be the eldest creation of God. Her job is to assist God and therefore contribute to enhance the functional efficiency of all creation. But on a certain time quark, she finds God in an unusual mood. What follows is a tiny mileu of...
