Alex
10-21-2011, 06:34 PM
Unfortunately I have no real interest in writing, but I have story ideas pop into my head that I think a talented (or simply motivated) person could do something with.
Anyway, sparked by the people talking about how some force went out of its way to make sure Jerome Harrison's brain tumor was found and how this a sign of some beneficent force looking out for him. That always bothers me because it gives god (or godlike things) only credit for the good stuff while ignoring the bad stuff that they just as likely caused.
This morning I woke up with a story idea that has been bouncing around in my head all day but will never see the light of day beyond whatever I write here.
The son of Satan is getting old enough for dad to start showing him the ropes and brings him along for a "Take Your Son to Work" type day. Son is all eager to learn about the great evils dad must spend all of his time doing. They head out and the first stop is at a hospital and he's excited at the prospect of torturing some sick oldies, but all dad does is move a patient file from one doctor's slot to another. And when that doctor reads the file he sees something that had been missed and the patient is rushed to surgery that will save her life.
Next they're on a busy Chicago street and while Son is throwing rocks at office windows dad picks up a pebble and sets it down on a the curb. A minute later a nanny pushing a infant in a stroller is bumped into hard by a passerby, knocking her over and unintentionally pushing the stroller towards traffic. But the front wheel catches on the pepple, preventing the stroller from rolling into the street just as a bus goes by.
The day continues along those lines. Son is continuously disappointed by the acts of kindness he is seeing from his father. End of the day and back at the office Satan is powering down the computer and closing up shop for the day and finally Son can't take it any more and asks "I'm so confused, you let me go out and play on normal days and I kill people, I start small border conflicts. I maim grandmothers. But you just go around helping people. Why?"
Satan shrugs and says "Oh, I don't know. God decided those people were supposed to die, and I like ****ing with him. So that's how I spend Tuesdays."
Anyway, sparked by the people talking about how some force went out of its way to make sure Jerome Harrison's brain tumor was found and how this a sign of some beneficent force looking out for him. That always bothers me because it gives god (or godlike things) only credit for the good stuff while ignoring the bad stuff that they just as likely caused.
This morning I woke up with a story idea that has been bouncing around in my head all day but will never see the light of day beyond whatever I write here.
The son of Satan is getting old enough for dad to start showing him the ropes and brings him along for a "Take Your Son to Work" type day. Son is all eager to learn about the great evils dad must spend all of his time doing. They head out and the first stop is at a hospital and he's excited at the prospect of torturing some sick oldies, but all dad does is move a patient file from one doctor's slot to another. And when that doctor reads the file he sees something that had been missed and the patient is rushed to surgery that will save her life.
Next they're on a busy Chicago street and while Son is throwing rocks at office windows dad picks up a pebble and sets it down on a the curb. A minute later a nanny pushing a infant in a stroller is bumped into hard by a passerby, knocking her over and unintentionally pushing the stroller towards traffic. But the front wheel catches on the pepple, preventing the stroller from rolling into the street just as a bus goes by.
The day continues along those lines. Son is continuously disappointed by the acts of kindness he is seeing from his father. End of the day and back at the office Satan is powering down the computer and closing up shop for the day and finally Son can't take it any more and asks "I'm so confused, you let me go out and play on normal days and I kill people, I start small border conflicts. I maim grandmothers. But you just go around helping people. Why?"
Satan shrugs and says "Oh, I don't know. God decided those people were supposed to die, and I like ****ing with him. So that's how I spend Tuesdays."