There is a God.
What did this mean for humanity? Everything.
I grasped my phone tightly in my pocket, itching to tweet about the news. Not yet. The world isn't ready for this yet.
"Human afterlife? Have we really found it?" I heard my buddy say next to me, staring at the same screen I am. Angelic beings danced, the humans in white gowns spun, and Jesus himself waved up at the astronaut, at us.
"Up in Uranus, of all places?" I muttered, sitting down.
The joke is never going to die now. We are all going to uranus when we die.
There is a God of Humor.
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Shorts Collection
Short StoryThese stand-alone stories are inspired by writing prompts as found on Reddit. Each Part/Chapter is a one-shot and do not plan to continue any of them. They are also very roughly written, but will be improved with revision, so feedback is welcomed.
