In the spirit of Spring and bunnies and flowers and all that shit, I thought I'd present you with a piece of flash fiction. Enjoy, and let me know what you think! I might make this a regular thing.
The day after zombie souls breached the Gates of Heaven, God was spirited away to an "undisclosed location." As the streets of gold flooded with blood and angel tears, a single voice could be heard crying: "Eloi! Eloi! Lema sabachthani?" Those of the heavenly host left alive shuddered at the plea, now turned into a chilling prophecy. In the fields of slaughter, filled with the fresh corpses of their brethren, there was movement: here a fluttering robe, there a torn wing twitching. A trumpet blast sounded, rasping and out of tune. The survivors covered their ears and rent their garments and prayed with renewed fervor.
At last, the true horror of Resurrection was revealed-
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