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A Second Coming

The world was on fire, and God was drinking her tea.

Jasmine Green Tea, with a droplet of honey and just a small squeeze of lemon for emphasis and taste. The boy sitting across from her, with messy brown hair and a broad nose and, she had to say, the ugliesteye color she had ever seen, was, to the contrary drinking a straight black cup of coffee. No cream, no milk, no sugar, just crushed beans and water. She refrained from commenting on it, needing to keep a good impression, but honestly, black coffee? Nothing sweet? He couldn’t have been much older than 13, and yet he was drinking coffee, of all things.

The world continued to burn.

“Some weather we’re having, huh?” Time finally spoke, taking a small sip of the disgusting bean juice.

God hummed in agreement and took one of her own drink. “Not like it wasn’t forecasted, though,” she said, thinking about the chanting fates and the whispers spoken, echoing through the halls of heaven and hell, thousands of years before. “Still can’t believe it came so fast.”

“Yes, indeed.”

Two more sips of the still hot drinks.

They looked outside, in to the endless silence. Or, it was silent now, neither having anything to say. Even the fire, a bright blue sulfuric monstrosity, was silent in its burning. Time started humming an old song, and God frowned. “Really?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What?”

“The apocalypse is happening right outside our door, and you’re singing that song?”

“Burn, baby burn,” Time continued, “Disco inferno.”

“Stop.”

He sighed, but paused the song, and fiddled with snowy white hair that replaced the former brown. “You’re no fun,” he said, a slight pout gracing his timeless (no pun intended) features. He finally looked up as the hair (which it suddenly occurred to God could have a mind of its own) morphed into longer curls, which barely brushed his shoulders. “I suppose we should address the elephant in the room.”

“The what--”

“It’s a saying, never mind.” The snowy curls shook with Time’s head. “It means something big that nobody is discussing or avoiding.”

She nodded. “Yes, I suppose there is an elephant in this room, then,” she said, taking a long sip. “Heisn’t here.”

“If he was here, then they would have stopped screaming.”

God looked outside. “Yes, they would have when the fire started. It’s taking too long without him.”

The world was on fire, and no one was dead. Apparently, this didn’t make God, who had always constantly preached peace, and love, and acceptance, was unhappy with this. There is a too badly lack of it, She had said, when the two had asked some time (yes, also no pun intended) before, I will give them time to correct their mistakes. Maybe take the best of them, the kindest, most moral abiding and bring them up there and rebuild with them.

It had been a swell plan, really it had, it was sure to work.

Except for the fact that hehad hated it.

Hehad told them at least twenty times, complaining about any possible thing that could go wrong. “You tried that last time, remember,” hemoaned, as hemassaged the bridge of his nose. “With the giant flood? Paper work for decades!” or “It didn’t even work! People are still sinning!”

This would have been fine, if hewasn’tan integral part of the plan. God started the fires, Time sped it up so they wouldn’t have to actually sit there and watch as nearly several billion people and animals and anything living burned right outside their door, and hemade sure everyone died relatively quickly and not in too much agony (even God had a heart apparently). However, now hewasn’t here, and now they had to deal with the aftermath.

Without hishelp.

“We could check outside,” Time finally suggested, finishing his coffee. “He might have gotten caught up in one of the fires.”

“You wantto go outside in thatmess?”

“I was talking about you, Almighty Creator!”

Bickers and insults went back and forth between the two immortal and (despite their infinite knowledge) considerably childlike beings, and the barista behind the bar cowered, watching the exchange and praying--wait, she couldn’t do that (also, she couldn’t believe Ariana Grande was right: God was a woman). She hopedthat neither noticed her, and if they did, it was for another drink, and not asking her to go outside and fulfill the task that neither wanted to do. Of course, she was also busy trying to figure out who the other was. The woman was God, based on the title of “Almighty Creator”, however the one with the white hair, who apparently liked incredibly bad disco music, remained a mystery. Him being human was off the table, humans weren’t supposed to be able to change their features at a moments notice (and more importantly they weren’t supposed to change on their own whim), so he couldn’t be a time traveler or someone who had gotten incredibly lucky. He didn’t look like the Devil or a demon. Maybe an angel? But weren’t those supposed to be beautiful? Which he was, but by God, those eyes—

A loud slam interrupted her thoughts, and she dove back behind the bar. “Are you kidding me?!”

Slowly, the barista peered over the bar and looked at the Almighty Creator, the One who had flooded and set the world ablaze, tipped back into Her chair wheezes that could barely pass as laughter escaping her throat. “What is it with the eyes?!” Time groaned into the table, which his forehead rested on with his hands threaded together and on top of his head. “They. Are. Brown. Just brown. What is so wrong with that?”

Electing against joining in on the laughter coming from the other, the barista listened quietly as the boy ranted, his hair growing longer and darker, his skin changing to fit the second as well. His eyes remained the same. “It’s soridiculous—honestly, thisis what you find so funny, oh Mighty One?”

The roars of laughter which had shook the coffee house only moments before changed to small giggles. “Yes, indeed. I find it to be quite hilarious.”

The boy pouted silently as finally all sound from God vanished, as she only shook her head and wiped tears of former laughter from her eyes. “You’re finally done?” He asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow. He finally finished up his drink, and said, “Back to the issue at hand. They’re still not here.”

As he said that, God’s face became serious. “Yes, they’re not. It’s an issue.”

“Oh, you don’t say. Where could he possibly be?” He tossed the cup away over his shoulder and the barista snatched it from the air before it hit the wall, quickly setting to work on a new cup of coffee. “And if he isoutside, which one of us is going outside to find them? Hint: it’s not going to be me.”

“For My sake-“

“Don’t you start-“

A voice rang out suddenly, “You could both go!”

Both heads turned over to the voice over at the bar just as the barista clamped her hand over her mouth, realizing a fraction of a second what she had said too late. It quickly occurred to her that she should drop to her knees and start profusely apologizing and begging for forgiveness, and hope that the Bible hadn’t exaggerated how forgiving God was. But some small part of her stopped, as She asked an incredulous, “What?”

Gulping, the barista squeaked out a small, “You….you could both go outside. Together. And….and look outside for that….that person, that you’re looking for….?”

The boy’s skin and hair shifted again, changing from one look to another once or twice before finally settling on brown hair, closely cropped to his scalp this time, and skin so pale that it seemed to shine as it clung closely to his bones, his former bulky figure now jaunt and (dare she say it) near sickly. He blinked several times, as though the suggestion was hard to process. “Go out. Together.”

Nodding quickly, the barista dropped back behind the bar as God made a sudden move with Her hand, but, to her gratitude, she wasn’t smited instantly. There were a few quiet murmurs between the two (Two with a t?) before there was a shuffle of feet and a booming, commanding, “Rise.”

It wasn’t a question of if rising meant that she would join the others outside or not, because her body seemed to move without her permission, her joints wincing as she moved, with small crackles and pops, to stand up. The boy began to walk toward her, investigating his nails and pushing some dirt out from them nonchalantly, looking almost like another customer. It suddenly occurred to her as he got closer that he was really was spectacularly short, even for someone his age (or, the age he looked like, she had no idea how tall immortals were supposed to grow to be).

Finally, he was standing right in front of her, and now, he was looking directly in to her eyes. Was this an intimidation technique? Some way of terrifying her and making sure she knew her sin before landing right at Hell’s throne? A way of getting back at her for accidentally commenting on his eyes, by making sure they were the last thing she saw?

He spoke.

“Coffee.”

The barista (that’s right, she reminded herself, that’s what she was) blinked rapidly, keeping her contacts in place after staring for so long. She reached out to the side, feeling the heated cup in her palm, and handed it to him. He grabbed it staring into the dark brown, nearly black without cream or milk, coffee, and for a moment she thought he was going to splash into her face. But he didn’t. “Thanks for the drinks,” he finally said as he walked to the door, followed closely by God, “And the suggestion.”

The latter nodded, but otherwise said nothing, as She filled her cup up by Herself, using some amazing divine powers, most likely outside the realm of mortal comprehension. She stirred it as She walked, spreading the honey evenly, and waved over Her shoulder as the barista finally called out, “Come back soon.”

The door closed, but they didn’t burn up in the fires still raging outside, moving in an instant to appear in the sky as they flied in search of their missing “friend”. The barista didn’t really think that they were “friends”. In fact, she highly doubted it. She would know.

The barista gave them a moment or two to make sure that they weren’t coming back for anything and that the café was outside of God’s mind before hopping over the counter and making a beeline for the door. The locks moved quickly, all 7 of them, and with a snap of a finger, the windows changed, the fires lowering, changing from a violent, sulphuric blue to a softer, yet oh so vibrant collaboration of rose, periwinkle, camellia.

Customer service had always been quite frustrating, and it apparently had applied to both living and dead customers. Too many had been so damn infuriated about not making it to heaven, or, even worse, loved ones hadn’t made it to heaven. The latter had always raised hell outside of Earth, and she had been asked one too many times to speak to a manager and, when begged from help from Her Royal Highness, been met with the typical “yikes” face and a shrug that had said that She was not getting involved.

So Death truly believed that God deserved this. Just a little bit.

Pulling out the shears, from the top shelf, Death hummed quietly. Her Highness had never learned about the garden, too busy constantly tending to her own or dealing with issues that arose on the ground level. Death estimated that it would take Her a century, maybe two to figure out where it was, and in the time that it took to find her, She would probably fix the little burn-the-world-down issue through some mass miracle. Then maybe Death would come out and hope she wasn’t smited.

Until then, she could lay back and catch up. Sitting down in the cushy swing chair and setting down the shears on the table right beside it (for later, Death promised herself), she opened the lengthy book and rested her head against a pillow, and began to read.

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Colour Information Collected So Far

Red:

Sound: a loud explosion, the sirens of a fire engine or ambulance, an alarm, a heartbeat, drums

Taste: hot and spicy chillies, tangy peppers, sweet strawberries, sweet, intense, cherries, blood, metallic,

Touch: standing outside in the sun and feeling its heat, burnt skin

Smell: burning cinnamon, fruity berries, roses

Emotion: feeling embarrassed and your cheeks are blushed, the overwhelming feeling of anger and aggression, the uncontrollable feeling of love and passion, when all your senses are alert, an urgent feeling, grabbing your attention to stop, feeling pain from bleeding, madness and out of control, emotions that make you act out of character

Danger, anger, pain, embarrassed, passion, love, blushed, red cheeks, alert, urgent, attention, stop, aggression, sex, madness, action, energy

Experience: They had me stand outside in the sun. They told me that the heat I was feeling is red. They explained that red is the colour of a burn, from heat, embarrassment, or even anger.

Burn, heat, danger, anger, sun, blood, fire, hot, embarrassed, blushed, red cheeks, spicy, peppers, apples, chillies, strawberries, sweet, intense, cherries, sirens, alarms, alert, urgent, attention, stop, sex, strength, aggression, madness, explosion, pain

Orange:

Sound: Neutral, it is neither stop nor is it go, sounds like kids playing, having fun, giggling and laughter, birds tweeting, fire crackling,

Taste: sweet and tangy, tropical fruits and juices, cocktails in the sun, refreshing and light, oranges, crunchy carrots, pumpkins, citrus, peaches, passionfruit, mango, zesty, radiant, sweet potato

Touch: Warm, soft, an orange peel, stingy eyes,

Smell: flames, citrus, tangy, oranges, sun lotion, burning candles, incense,

Emotion: Twilight, as the night begins to draw in on a sunny day, excitement, enthusiasm, encouraging, always on your side, walking down a road and stepping on crunchy leaves as the leaves fall in autumn

Refreshing, sweet, tropical, sun, warm, comfort, content, security, frustration, oranges, fruits,

Yellow:

Sound: Pulsating energy, Caribbean drums

Taste: Sour lemons, sweet bananas, citrus, creamy custard, butter, pineapple, pina colada, sorbet, tart, sweet icing on a cake

Touch: Banana skins, dry, fluffy chicks, sand, warm skin,

Smell: Flowers blossoming, fruity, the beach

Emotion: Feeling full of energy, you are happy, being friendly and kind, the feeling of cheer, being optimistic and confident, the prospect of new life, bright and intense, it’s intensity can lead to frustration and anxiety, extremely visible, grabs your attention, irritating, feels like summer,

Lemons, banana, sour, citrus, sweet, nourishing, sun, bright, happy, friendliness, cheerfulness, optimism, confidence, anxiety

Green:

Sound: Peace, the rainforest, a breeze, a frog croaking, parakeets tweeting in a bush, crunchy

Taste: Cold cucumbers, crunchy green beans, broccoli, soft peas, juicy apples, spinach, salad leaves, brussel sprouts, cabbage, herbs, basil, coriander, thyme, rosemary, olives, limes, bitter grapes

Touch: Holding soft leaves and wet grass, both smooth and crisp,

Smell: Fresh mint, clean air, musty, rotten, green is natural and can smell either good or bad, vegetables, herbal, freshly cut grass, toothpaste, mossy, foul

Emotion: Feeling alive, growth, feeling healthy and balanced, green is clean and encouraging, mother nature, feeling refreshed, suppleness, peace and harmony, feeling jealous or envious, restful, soothing, healing, decaying and poisonous, hydrated

I held soft leaves and wet grass. They told me green felt like life. To this day it is still very much my favourite colour.

Alive, plants, smooth, suppleness, leaves, life, salad, lettuce, spinach, clean, crisp, earth, bitter, mint, fresh, healthy, balance, refreshment, harmony, environment, peace, disgusting, ew, rotten, zombie

Blue:

Sound: The sounds of waves crashing, droplets running from a tap, the sound of rain against a window, a gushing waterfall, a river current, light and heavy, quiet and loud, soft and powerful

Taste: Sweet blueberries, artificial bubblegum, peppermint, salty, like the sea, briny

Touch: Running your hands through water, dipping into a pool, wet, laying your head on your pillow, denim

Smell: The dentist or the doctors, medical, men’s aftershave, the salty sea

Emotion: That omnipresent coolness you feel whilst swimming, feeling relaxed, blue is cool and light, feeling intelligent, feels like having a cold, a runny nose, feeling down, icy, distant, isolated, conservative and traditional, tranquillity, secure and orderly, lonely, masculine, unappetising, heavenly, emotional, inspirational

Cool, water, light, clear, deep, wet, relaxing, waves, calm, nice, intelligence, coolness, serenity, logic, sky

They put my hands in their pool. They told me that that sensation I felt while swimming, that omnipresent coolness, that’s blue. Blue feels like relaxation.

Purple:

Sound: Owls tweeting in a forest, magic, fictional children’s films, fantasy

Taste: Juicy plums, grapes, berries, parma violets sweets, aubergines

Touch: Velvet,

Smell: Lavender, musky and aromatic,

Emotion: Feeling luxurious, purple is mysterious and sometimes spooky, being aware of spirituality and your dreams, linked with royalty, imaginative, it is rare in nature so it is intriguing, exotic and artificial, regal, sensual, lush, peaceful, a deep daydream, wisdom, unearthly, evokes creativity, stimulates the body, a harmonious balance of awareness and peace, the feeling of escaping reality,

Spiritual awareness, mystery, luxury, royalty, truth, dreams

Pink:

Sound: noisy, little girl’s voices, people chatting, giggling

Taste: sweet, sugar, jelly beans, marshmallows, ice cream, lollipops, strawberries and cream, cupcakes, icing, doughnuts,

Touch: soft, fluffy things, light,

Smell: Women’s perfume, bubblegum, candy floss at a fair, smells cheap, fruity and sweet, floral, blossom

Emotion: feeling nurtured, pink is warm and comforting, feeling feminine, light hearted and bubbly, can regulate moods, youthful, good health, playfulness, the feeling of your first love, innocent and cheerful, caring and compassionate, the feeling of unconditional love, motherly love, considerate, the feeling that everything will go well and be okay, a sign of hope, tender, intuitive, comfort, gentle, emotional, takes us back to our childhood, inexperience, naivety, lack of self-confidence and self-esteem

Nurture, warmth, femininity, love

White:

Sound: peace, silence, slow music, a piano

Taste: bland, flavourless, simple, vanilla, milk, cream, thick, white chocolate

Touch: can be soft, crisp, fluffy, smooth, snowflakes slowly falling on your face, icy cold, hard like diamonds

Smell: clean and pure, fresh linen, washing powder, soap, powdery, aquatic, lilies,

Emotion: heavenly, a feeling of clarity, innocence, feeling at peace, emptiness, loneliness, can create space, sterile, can feel empty and unfriendly, untouched, a blank canvas, a new beginning or fresh start, harmonious, safe, fresh, a feeling of concentration and focus, serious, the opposite of black, light

Grey:

Sound: heavy rainfall, thunder,

Taste: bland and dull, beans and plain oatmeal, chalky

Touch: concrete, hard walls, dry surfaces, harsh to the skin, a sturdy road under your feet, cold, dead, stones, gravel, cold

Smell:

Emotion: dull, nothingness, it is futuristic, architectural, depression, boredom, feeling tired and lacking energy, has no personality, it is unattached and unresponsive, neutral, indecisive, emotionless, strong and steady, cool, a feeling of restraint, holding yourself back, it is exhausting and discouraging, formal, never captivating, mature and obliging, associated with old age, our hair turns grey, modest, hard working, being ill

Concrete, walls, pavements, metal, hard, cool or hot, strong, sturdy, road, dead, storm, thunder, rain, sky, dark, depressing

Brown:

Sound: sludging through mud

Taste: mushrooms, coffee, a rich chocolate cake, dry like toast, crumble, cookies, warm and nutty, cereal, wheat, caramel, chocolate, cashews, roast dinners, meat, pies and gravy, hot chocolate, tea

Touch: walking through mud, dirt, touching the bark of a tree, sandpaper, rough, dry, warm, solid like the earth

Smell: woody, coffee beans, the bark of a tree, landfill, bins, faeces, campfires, vanilla, smokey, decay, smells like baking cakes, cooking bread, food waste

Emotion: disliking something, feeling dirty and unclean, reliability, supportive, can feel cosy but can also feel dull, wholesome, the feeling of being full or bloated, comforting, secure, resilient, serious, duty and responsibility, honest and genuine, organic, the feeling of being outdoors,

Earth, dead, dirt, crispy, reliability, support,

Black:

Sound: the roar of engines, bass, screaming,

Taste: liquorice, dark chocolate, pepper, rich and intense, blackberries, charred food

Touch: smooth and hard,

Smell: coal, blown out flames, smoke

Emotion: feeling anxious, like the whole world is about to come crashing down, dark, depressed, gloomy, sad, misery, mourning, grieving, feeling hungry, clear winter nights, sophisticated and glamorous, menacing, oppressive, a feeling of dread, fear, the horrible feeling after having a nightmare, the opposite of white, dark

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