Oh My God! - Short Story

[Nickpick]

To Be Posted

[cradleman]

wow. i mean, it's really short, but absolutely powerful. "To Be Posted" Amazing writing Nick, i applaud you.

[Nickpick]

Thanks, you know i try hard...

[Nickpick]

Oh My God!

My name is Joseph Well but i prefer Jay. This is the story of how i met God without dying. I'm not here to give you the full details of my life. I'm not starting at the beginning nor am i telling you about my parents or how i grew up. I'm here to tell you how i met the man who came to answer my question...Why? So here is how it went down...

I just finished College and i got a great job working at Zane & Cradleman, Attorney at Law Oh! and my girlfriend Stacy had recently left me so things were finally looking up. I was single, getting paid awesomely but life was still...empty. I mean, i felt like what was the point of getting up, working then going to sleep and repeating it? well i could easily end the story but summing it up but it's kinda hard to do so let me start on a Tuesday afternoon on my lunch break in the middle of July...

"Chicken Alfredo again?" The voice came from behind me, i never heard it before so i turned around from my warm meal and saw him standing there...a man. Brown hair that looked as if it had a mind of it's own, brown eyes and well a face that looked as if he could be really nice or a complete douche.

"Excuse me?" was all i managed to say

"Oh yesterday i saw your name on a microwave tv dinner and it was Chicken Alfredo and now today...your eating it again" He smiled as he took a seat at the next table to my left. I looked at my food, not really knowing what to say.

"Yeah...umm...2 for 2 dollars so i couldn't pass it up"

"Well not really 2 dollars was it? 2.99 isn technically three dollars"

"Yeah i guess your right but how did you know it was $2.99?" I live far and shop far, i hate the food around my work and where i live, it was usually more grease than there was food.

"I know you paid with a 20 because you didn't have anything smaller on you" He smiled again, i was abit thrown off...was this guy stalking me?

"No, I'm not stalking you...I'm God, your name is?" He reached his hand out, wanting me to shake it. He said he was God..How do i react to that? Do i run now? this guy was completly out of it. A stalking crazy lunatic

"What the hell is going on?"

"Try not to freak out okay...I'm not here to scare you or anything like that but watch the soda consumption, that's alot..."

"You stalking me? you nasty..."

"Stalking no? I've been watching you since you were just a wonder in your mother's head. Parent's name are Nicholas Wells and Maria Wells, you were born in Tucson, Arizona. At the age of 6, you witnessed a murder from your window, you were young and you didn't think much of it. At the age of 14, you kissed Rebecca Cummings, at the age of 15, you kissed David Orsen, you later learned of the word 'homosexual' and promised David never to speak a word and finally at the age of 18, you moved here, New York City where you'll get a job here where you met me...How's that? pretty much on the ball?" I was speechless, i stood up from a chair and stared at him, i had no choice but to believe him, it wasn't like he was older than me and he was there when i was around. He had to be at least 27 and i was 25. I stared at him as he stared at me.

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me" He smiled and chuckled then looked back at me

"I know, please take a seat"

"Your really God? like...God God"

"Yes, i am.."

"No wings or...glowing white lights, i mean to be honest...you look like a douche" He smiled.

"This is not my real form, this is but a man who is on business when i'm done with him, he shall wake up as if he was a normal day"

"So why are you here? why not helping the president or..."

"Please...i'm not here to answer a bunch of questions, mainly just one..., I'm here to tell you that your going to die in four hours" I was quiet, i didn't speak...i felt like i was no where, in the middle of darkness with no where to go, just me...my thoughts weren't full in this place or anything, it was me...

"Die..." was all i said, i slowly snapped out of this place as soon as he spoke

"Like i said, i'm not here to scare you or stop you from dying but i'm here to give you the answer you've been asking for...why?"

"I think me dying is more of a conversation i would like to be having, why? i don't understand i've never said why?"

"You ask why every morning..i hear you and i took the time to come here and tell you. well Why just leads into another and another question..."

"Okay...just stay on topic please! why am i going to die?" he never really gave me an answer...well not in that place of course, he told me to follow him so i did. We ended up walking in the park, i was still kinda out of it as he talked to me.

"Your life has been beautifully told and i will always remember you but what's going to happen...must"

"Don't i have a say? i mean can't i just say home and no go out in the next four hours?"

"Then the people you save will die"

"I save people? tell me everything please!"

"First, it's a woman named Jennifer Moore...she will be walking down main street when a bus driver will have a heart attack, he'll swerve off the road and hit her but that won't be the end of it. The bus will hit a curb and flip 4 times, it'll kill 5 people in the bus, seriously injury a little boy and his baby sister and paralyze an old man"

"And how can i stop a bus?"

"You'll be on that bus" I knew the answer already, i take the bus home everyday, the man who's going to have a heart attack, his name is Herb and he's the nicest man i've ever known.

"Will it be painful?"

"No, i promise...when the time comes, you'll just go with the flow, you won't even have time to realize what was happening until well...i see you again"

I wipe the tears rolling down my face, i accepted it, to save myself would be selfish and wrong..i had to do this because growing up, i always told myself...i would change the world, i believed that so much. Even though i know i'm not changing the world, i'm changing lives and i can live with that...I looked at him and smiled

"Can i ask one more question?" He smiled and nods once

"My parents...?"

"They will miss you like crazy but they will be proud of their son" I smiled, i needed to hear that but wait...

"Wait...if i stop the bus, doesn't that mean i survived?"

"No, you'll crash into a building, stopping the bus but as soon as it does, you'll break your neck and die on contact" I nod, we both took a seat on the bench.

"How long?" I asked, knowing kinda made it become more real

"2 hours" I nod, wiping the tears again

"Do you want to be alone?"

"No, just...sit here with me" He nods as we just let time pass, God sat with me the day i would die, he didn't need to say anything or do anything, the silence was enough...2 hours went by and once i looked at my watch to see the time...he was gone. I smiled and wiped the tears one last time as i saw the bus down the street begin to come into sight. I smiled and closed my eyes.

-Oh My God-

[Bruce Wayne]

Question, based on a true story? well except for the job part?

[Nickpick]

No, it's a fictional story. Oh My God came to me when i heard a song with the same title and i've been wanting to write a short story for along time and this idea of God actually talking to someone and telling them they'll die saving someone seemed beautiful in my eyes so i wrote it and this came to be. I hope you enjoyed it