I have killed him. I endeavored to ruin him mentally but I never meant to kill him. I wished to make him as miserable as I, not destroy him completely. When I say his lifeless body lying limp, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I might have killed before but this was my creator. I killed my own creator. When I entered the room, one of his friends caught me in the act of looking at his corpse. He asked me to stay but I could see that he meant to cause harm to me. I talked him into letting me go and left. No life is worth living with no creator and nobody to accept me. What kind of life is lived with no one to believe in me?
Very good, nice capture of emotion and remorse that the creature felt. You might have wanted to add a little bit about the suicide of the creature for added effect, but again, nice work.
ReplyDeleteWow I really like this post it makes me really see his feelings and think of how I would feel. Without God I would feel empty with nothing to live for so great job. I agree with Carl though, adding in the suicidal thoughts would have sounded good because I was reading your post and could see it coming when he would contemplate it but it never came.
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