The Story of Creation
We were no longer innocent.
We were adults.
We loved one another.
It was familiar.
It was good.
We were intimate.
With an intensity like nothing before, we became one. Strands of infinite possibility spun from the depths of our passion, twined together, stretched tautly, and wound into a tight, crystalline ball within us, compressed into a single point of infinite density until holding back another instant became an impossibility. A burst of devastating energy and joy rushed through us, igniting each thread of potential tomorrows, setting them aglow in a single blinding point of light, which exploded in wave after wave of our ecstasy until all we could do was hold one another, breathless, as the aftershocks of the purest pleasure rolled through us.
Part of me. Part of her. The creation of our love grows with each splitting thread, with each choice you make, each decision, and each act you perform. And we wait, with the hope, one day, one of you will emerge from the threads of our seed. We are anxious to meet you. And wrap you in all the love we have.
Forever.
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The Words - An Autobiography
Science Fiction"What if God was one of us?" Credit to Eric Bazzilion, and thanks to Joan Osborne for singing his brain-rattling words. Much earlier, my mother promised that if I applied myself, I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. Then, from somewhere, I r...
