We Are GOD

By Mark D. Evans

Here the rain never stops for as long as the sun hides. Here the population of a town rises only when night falls.

Here, an art student named Dirk survives on the breadline with a part-time gig few people do, fewer people want, but everyone needs.

Here, everyone's a client. Sooner or later.

And then the monotony of the job abruptly ends. When Dirk disposes bodies for the same client two nights in a row, he'll never see his town in the same light again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark D. Evans
• Release date: Oct 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301283446

Mark D. Evans

MARK D. EVANS was born in 1979, near London in the United Kingdom. After moving around the country, doing the usual kind of things like attending school and university, he ended up in a profession that had nothing to do with writing. This turned out to be a rather large blunder, considering he'd been writing ever since he could pick up a pencil. It transpired that the blunder was probably due to his childhood mystification as to why anyone would willingly put themselves through the torture of writing a whole book. Naturally by adulthood, this was exactly what he wanted to do. He doesn't write for any one particular genre and his tales can be genre-blending, but he always tries to put something new in his work which often comes in the form of warped ideas or a dark twist. He considers his finest moment the time he completed a screenplay for a two-part episode of a famous science-fiction series. Unfortunately, he took so long writing it that the series finished before he did. His first publication, Dead End Train, was a short story which made it into the Kindle Top 10 of free ebooks. Mark currently resides in London. His full-time profession still has nothing to do with writing.

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WE ARE GOD

A Short Story

by

Mark D. Evans

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © Mark Evans, 2012

Published by Burning Mill

First published October 2012

This second edition published June 2013

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Part I: The First Night

Part II: The Second Night

Part III: The Dawn

Also Available

Acknowledgements

About Mark

Connect with Mark

Part I: The First Night

We are GOD.

We bury your Shadows.

Dirk stared at the soil-streaked words embroidered across the back of his dark blue jacket. It was hung on the front of the only other chair in his shoebox apartment, a chair he couldn’t recall ever having sat in. Knowing that like him the previous occupant had lived alone, Dirk wondered if anyone had ever sat in it. For all he knew it could be broken, missing a vital screw and waiting to collapse under the arse of an unsuspecting sitter.

Milk splashed over the table as cereal fell off his spoon and back into the bowl, snapping him out of his musings. He shovelled what was left into his mouth. Looking past the empty chair he studied the shapes and colours on the canvas that rested on the easel crammed into the corner. Itself covered with splashes and streaks of paint, it could’ve been an extension of the work-in-progress. The as yet untitled piece came alive in Dirk’s imagination and he watched the brush strokes moving and growing, transforming into his latest masterpiece. This infantile stage of a painting was his favourite. There was enough there to rouse interest, but the detail was lacking. Onlookers might guess at what it could become, but only he knew how it would end up. Only he could decide its fate.

To the canvas he was God, and this was when he was most creative; at the birth of creation.

Briefly, the colours on the canvas faded, flickered even. The whole apartment was affected. To Dirk’s left was the window, covered by a thick blind that ran wide of the frame and all the way down to the bottom, and then some. But above it, poking out of the wall just below the ceiling, a single bulb glowed a fluctuating orange. It never shone brightly, but its purpose was more important than to illuminate its surroundings. On the opposite wall the clock ticked close to five o’clock in the evening. Dirk spooned in the last mouthful of cereal and chewed it slowly as the bulb above the window gradually lost power. The filament, not too bright now and easy to make out, glowed dimmer and dimmer until it was no more than an ember

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