|Dave the Prophet (standard:Psychological fiction, 2331 words)|
|Author: echoesmyron||Added: Jan 07 2005||Views/Reads: 1655/1048||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Recieving an email from God, Dave becomes an unlikely messenger.The story is narrated by Jack (a dog).|
Dave the Prophet (Part 1) After much deliberation, I have set out to place my thoughts in some sort of chronological order. I cannot promise that the sequence of events that I am about to share with you is exact, despite my efforts to keep the facts organized. A major fault of mine has always been relaying information in a way that is accurate to the actual events that have taken place. My mind has a tendency to wander and reorganize things so that I can easily access and assign significant meaning to them. But you can be assured that the tale that I am about to relay to you is of major importance. Feel free to dispel any triviality that you may find in my text. The following story is absolutely true. The bizarre occurrences that I have chosen to write down are stone cold fact. Your job as the reader is to have the utmost faith in my storytelling ability. You are in good hands, I am trustworthy and loyal. I have to be because I'm a dog. The message had been received via email from God, and Dave believed it to be true. There it was, clear as day on his fifteen-inch flat screen monitor. It stared at him with cold indifference. The electronic correspondence read, "Dave, the end of the world will arrive promptly at 9 A.M. today." Dave made a mental note of the information and vocalized the communiqué to me. His exact words were, "Hey Jack, the end of the world is comin' at nine, we better go tell everybody." Yes, we should tell everyone indeed. And yes, Jack is my name. It was only 6 A.M. and we only had three hours to let the world know that life as they knew it would soon be over. I had gotten all caught up in the excitement (as dogs often do) and forgot to ask Dave if anyone else had received the message. Looking back it seems peculiar that Dave was the only recipient of the most important news ever, and from God no less. Anyway, Dave and I set out for downtown. Dave communicated to me that we should warn our friends at the rescue mission first and foremost. We had an agenda and we would dutifully carry it out. We arrived at the rescue mission around 6:30. I barked frantically to the homeless men sleeping in their cots as Dave shouted about Armageddon like a lunatic. Meanwhile Oscar, a regular patron of the mission, informed us that if we didn't cease and desist in our attempts to rally the faithful, he would slap the taste out of Dave's mouth and proceed to kick me like a football. The other residents seemed to share Oscar's sentiments about our early wake up call. We were abruptly removed from the premises by force. I had the feeling that we were going about this the wrong way and even barked at Dave to convey my concern. I was personally appalled at having been assaulted by the very people that we were trying to save. Dave picked himself up from the sidewalk dejected, but not deterred. We made our way down the block and came upon a skinny elderly lady who appeared to be searching for something on the sidewalk. She was down on all fours when we walked up to her. Dave was the first to speak, for she hadn't noticed us just yet. "Hey lady, the world's gonna end at nine today." Startled, she looked up from her view of the sidewalk and said, "That's an odd time for the man upstairs to pull the plug ain't it?" "The Lord works in mysterious ways," Dave replied. I barked in total agreement with Dave. "Whatcha doin' down there?" Dave inquired. I have to admit that I was a bit curious myself. "Oh, I like to super glue quarters to the sidewalk and watch the freaks from the mission try and pry 'em loose," she replied. I could tell that Dave thought that this was wrong but considered it justice due to our recent expulsion from their ranks. "Yeah," Dave said in a slow drawn out way that suggested that the old lady might be a bit insane. I just glanced around to notice that there must have been five hundred dollars in change securely fastened to the sidewalk in strange sporadic patterns. Click here to read the rest of this story (193 more lines)
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