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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Patience (08/21/08)

TITLE: A MAN OF GOD
By mick dawson
08/23/08


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A MAN OF GOD

Brad Morton was no more than a frightened fifteen-year old when he left the bunker for the first time. He could scarcely believe that the third world war could've come and gone so swiftly. What proved even more incredible, was the carnage that it left behind in its wake. A deadly rain of missile launched gas either detroyed the earth out right or fell as chemical rain, mutating what little remained. The end result was that Brad ventured from his home into a world he no longer recognized.

The first night was the hardest; he mounted the stairs to his room in an empty house, laying on his bed in the gloom, hoping to be able to drift off to sleep in familiar surroundings. Sleep however, didn't come easily to the troubled youth.

Memories drifted back to him of his Christian mother; every night she read to him from his own Bible and prayed with him. She seemed infanitely wise to him when he was small. There was truly a time when he believed that she had the answers for everything.

'What will I be when I grow up?' he asked her.

She paused in the gloom.

'One day, you will be a great man of God,' she answered simply.

'When?'

'In time...just be patient and wait.'

In the gloom of the present day, Brad turned his head for the door hoping against hope of seeing her exit the door of his room, but she wasn't there. She was gone...they all were gone. The old world had long since died and abandoned him.

It was then that he remembered that he wasn't totally alone. In a state of semi-slumber, he thought he heard a voice whisper, sleep my son.

***

The boy became a strong young man, living to be fifty-eight in the dangerous mutated world. It became his personal mission to rescue survivors that hid in ones and twos in the dead cities of the old world. At first he brought them back to the sanctuary of a fortified settlement known as Haven. After several years, Haven swelled to overflowing and more settlements were built; now six centuries onward, the world had replenished itself.

With the thriving metropolis that bustled with traffic, with man and muations living in harmony together, it was hard to believe the decay of the world six hundred years before. It was even more incredible yet true that God had chosen to use one man to restore the earth from a savage, primordial state to become a rich, thriving world...an era which historians now referred to as "the second rennaissance."


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Verna Cole Mitchell 08/28/08
You have an interesting view in your story of what might happen in the future. I like how you showed the Lord's will continuing through the "man of God."
Jan Ackerson 08/28/08
Very interesting--I found the first part of this quite compelling.

The last two paragraphs seemed to sum up way too much...like trying to tell a whole novel (or 600 years of history) in 200 words. It's hard to do sci-fi in ultra-short fiction.

It'd be great to have more character development of this man; he's a fascinating character.
James Dixon08/29/08
I would have liked you to have inserted "How it happened" in place of the ***. It felt like the middle of the story was missing. You had words to spare.

What was there was good.