Have you ever been a rock? Yeah, well, it isn't much fun. Everyone stepping on you all the time. Luckily, I'm not a rock. But sometimes, I feel like I am. I mean, being a God is no easy task. Some of the other Gods don't like me and like to step on me, like I'm a rock. And once, they even turned me into a rock. It was horrible. Luckily, I was able to turn back without any side effects, but occasionally I see visions in my head. Visions of the lives of different rocks. I can't do anything except watch the vision play out and have all the rock's senses fuse with mine. Maybe it is a side effect, but it helps me to realize that even the smallest object can still hurt. Even if I can't do anything about it, at least I know. Oh, I don't think I've ever properly introduced myself. I am the God of Creation, but the other God's don't know that, so please keep it a secret. They think I am the God of Trees. If I don't secretly test them like this, I wouldn't know the bad things they've done. When they find out, I wonder how they will react.
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Short Stories From a Camera
Short StoryA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
