goryteller: (all you stories will be gone)
Katurian Katurian ([personal profile] goryteller) wrote in [personal profile] fromthefog 2017-04-07 08:07 pm (UTC)

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Hello, Fog God.

[Pause.]

This feels silly somehow.

[Pause.]

Sorry, I-- I'm not very good at prayer. When I think about life and death and God and all that, I usually just end up writing stories. You know, like, um: "a man walks up to a forest in the fog and asks, can you save my brother?"

[Pause.]

Sounds more like a lead up to a joke than a story. Or a prayer.

[Pause.]

So a man walks up to a forest in the fog, and he asks the fog, can you save my brother? Because he-- Because I don't what I'm doing in this place. I'm not interesting. I can't fight. If I tried to throw a punch, I'd probably break my thumb because I keep trying to tuck it into my fist all automatic-like.

All I do is stay inside and write stories. That's all I do. And I'm sure-- I'm sure you have a reason for bringing me here, but I can't see what it is.

If that were the only problem, that would be fine. I d-don't want to transform into a m-monster, but that's fine because it's my problem and my problem alone. If it's a punishment for past sins, I get it. If you want to turn me into a pawn because you like seeing me jump, I get it.

But my brother is sick and alone, and he's in prison for something he didn't do, for something that might be my fault, and-- and he'll probably be executed if I don't go back to help him, so please, please let me go home so that I can care of him. You can take me again once he's safe, and then you can do anything to me. Y-You can do your worst. I'll throw a million punches and break my thumbs a million times.

Please. Please.

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