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The Wastefulness of Creation


His breathing was heavy as he dropped the transfer shovel next to the naked young man. He knew killing the homosexual was what God would have wanted. There could never be homosexuality in Heaven. The priest believed that and he wanted Hell's door to open. God was a forgiving person, but he could never forgive the biological incorrectness of the sin that men do.

The priest looked down and noticed that the young man had stopped breathing all together. It was God answering his request. He closed his eyes and began a prayer that he knew God would hear. It was the bond he had with the All Mighty. In the silence that followed, the priest simply stood still, allowing the immensity of God's grace and scattered lights from the moon above to dwarf him. Even though he was doing God's work, he knew that the image of The Lord was all around him. He really believed that God loved good, and he brought good right to his door step. The killing of the evil that lead men to the darkness of Hell, was what he believed was God's idea of good.

The priest raised his right hand toward the sky and closed his eyes. “My Father, I am here to remove the stains of evil. Look at the evil that is crumbled before me. I never get tired of looking at it. He is part of the wastefulness of Creation. I kill in your name oh Lord. I kill for you.”

The priest closed his eyes and felt God reaching over and hugging him. He felt the warmth of The Creator sooth his tired body. It was the comfort that gave him the strength to continue God's work. He knew he was the one chosen for this, and he was honored. The embrace was tighter and shaking from his spasms of mirth, the priest felt closer to God.

The young man was naked and the blood pooled just beneath him. The transfer shovel almost split him in two from the backside. It was violence so hideous that even the Devil would have turned away. However, if Jesus could be nailed to the cross in such violence, then the homosexuals could be split in two.

Eventually, the warmth of God subsided, he felt calm and the night's quiet asserted itself. It seemed that even the hustle and bustle of nightlife had ended. It was as if God just calmed the storm so that he could go home and bask in the glory of his good deeds.

“God,” he whispered as his voice choked and cracked. “I just felt a wave of emptiness. Are you trying to tell me something? Am I not making you proud?”

There was no answer.

The priest bowed his head and there he noticed a bible by his feet. He sensed a hand reaching out and it squeezed his, and didn't let go for almost twenty minutes. The priest felt assured now that he was indeed doing God's work.

The man of the cloth bent down to pick up the bible, but it was no longer there. Then a breeze made his skin tingle and the night just got a little darker. He closed his eyes tight and someone kissed him on the cheek.

He felt complete and praised for the killing. He felt the angels above him, applauding and wishing him long life. He heard the devil scowl, almost rant as if he was probably a little envious. He felt someone lifting him off the ground and a cool mist sprayed his face. It wasn't really happening, but it felt real enough that he knew the clouds were coming closer as he flew high into the starlit night. The air cleansed and that feeling of clean was invigorating. He soared above the buildings, the neighborhoods, and the cities as God held him in such good graces he couldn't help but to release the shout of joy.

The young man, dead in the alley with a handful of mosquitoes biting at his cold flesh. Murdered by a man doing God's work. His life taken away from him because of his life choices. It just didn't make sense, but for the priest, it made a great deal of sense.


The Wastefulness of Creation Part Two

  • The Wastefulness Of Creation: Part Two
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Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on July 19, 2018:

thank you Dana Tate

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on July 17, 2018:

Yep, should have read part 1 first. Frank, you just get better and better. Your talent in creating suspense novels astound me.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on June 24, 2018:

thank you again Patricia

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on June 23, 2018:

What is sad is that there are those who do believe as the priest did in this part 1. Not just sad...heartbreaking. Some of my dearest friends are gay or lesbian. I do not judge their lifestyle....I embrace them because they are lovely people who are living their lives as they feel comfortable doing. Know that Angels are on the way. ps

Robert Sacchi on May 26, 2018:

Thank you.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 26, 2018:

that was kind of you

Robert Sacchi on May 26, 2018:

You're welcome.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 26, 2018:

thanks Robert for stopping by...:)

Robert Sacchi on May 26, 2018:

A really dark tale of religion gone bad.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 23, 2018:

Thank you so much MsDora for you visit and comment..:)

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on May 21, 2018:

Reminds me of "Truth Stranger Than Fiction," except this time fiction fits exactly with truth. "Oh Lord. I kill for you. . . for the priest, it made a great deal of sense." Your words are so accurate!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 21, 2018:

Wow Cynthia and Rinita haven't seen you guys in a minute... And yea, RinitaI had to look up The Lost Symbol.. a divinci code type drama.. it falls into that category ... but I'd like to think my nut is a complete nut case...:) thanks for the visit

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 21, 2018:

John thanks for visiting this mental case...LOL

Rinita Sen on May 21, 2018:

Still in you element, Frank, and getting better, too! This kind of reminded me of "The Lost Symbol", about how the evildoer always thought he was doing God's work, and would be blessed by angels in the end.

Cynthia B Turner from Georgia on May 21, 2018:

The message is there, as always, in your darkly deft writing skills. Disturbing, but well done. Take care. Cyndi

John M McNally on May 21, 2018:

Good fiction Frank, it is uncomfortable reading and confronts the dichotomy between religious fervour and homosexuality. Then again is it more simply just a man with mental health issues. Or is it just a good read.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

I agree with your comment Peggy, and thanks for the visit...:)

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 20, 2018:

Just think of the many wars throughout history started in the name of religion. It is not surprising that some people become blinded and do horrific acts in the name of religion. As Bill Holland wrote...there is craziness in this world of ours and some people seem afflicted with more of it than others.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

and unto thee... Jive Clive

Clive Williams from Jamaica on May 20, 2018:

Shalom be unto thee.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

Peg Cole thank you for your constant support of my fiction... I appreciate you.. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

Thank you manatita44 for checking out the flash fiction.. and I do agree with you

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

thank you Sean for checking out my fiction

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on May 20, 2018:

The things that people do in God's name and in the name of religion are sometimes unsettling to think about. You've captured the character of these acts in your story.

manatita44 from london on May 20, 2018:

I thought he would rise and catch the priest unexpectedly. Never happened, eh?

It is the way of some, my Brother. We do so many 'rights' in the name of the Bible!

Another brilliant piece!

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on May 20, 2018:

I think that my brother, Bill Hollan has said everything I wanted to say!

My friend, Frank, you are a unique gift to us all! It is amazing your ability to "hide" Light in the darkness, for the reader to find!


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

X)... better?

Li-Jen Hew on May 20, 2018:

Oh...nice improvisation with the bow tie...it's actually x) ...a smile with half closed eyes. Like chuckling. I use it when I am amused.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

oh you do that...so I am copying you

Li-Jen Hew on May 20, 2018:

What's with the bow tie next to the smiley? :0 ...hehe

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

Thanks for your constant support..:)X

Li-Jen Hew on May 20, 2018:

Hi Frank. A story which shows how serious homosexuality is taken and its relation to religion. How brave of you to share and it shows what's going on in a priest's head well. Good story. Thanks for sharing. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 20, 2018:

thank you Billy for visiting my Creation..:)

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on May 20, 2018:

As chillingly ugly as this may seem, there is that kind of craziness in this world. You, my friend, have a talent for capturing that craziness.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 19, 2018:

Thank you Coffee...:)

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on May 19, 2018:

Frank, your story had me reading right to the end. It's very good. I look forward to reading more of your stories!

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