Is sculpturist even a word? because if it is then why there’s a red line under it. Fuck it. I’m not going to change it. Here’s a small idea that I had and I thought was cool so wrote a short two-pages story about it. I have also updated it on wattpad. if you guys want you can read it there but here’s a catch why should wattpad have all the fun? I’m copy pasting the same story here. Let me know what you guys think in the comments.

Never in his voyage had he thought about death. The desert he was crossing mostlykept him hungry but his determination fueled his body. He felt chills even whenthe sun burnt the sand around him. Sometimes he felt so cold that after fillinghis flask, he kept moving forward without bathing and those oases just keptappearing miraculously to remind him of the task that the almighty had givenhim. Hisbelief that he would succeed grew stronger with every chill he felt during scorchingheat and those brief breathlessness that he felt during the night.

*The world must be fixed*

From the time he was a kid, he had known no one and till the time of awakening, he had a hazy memory of only one accident which he called the last embrace. He remembered roaming in an empty building. That building was his learning place. He learnt random things about that place.And most importantly, he remembered being taught by the almighty himself.

The almighty wore white robes that were endless. The almighty’s voice was firm while teaching, but during supper that voice used to become more generous. Almighty taught him how to eat and behave. He asked almighty, why he is alone and almighty always said, ‘only time will tell.’ When he turned fourteen he was given a book titled ‘The End & the Genesis’ from which he gained his firs consciousness. From that book he learnt that when his inferior forefathers turned greedy they exploited the soil that he walked on and polluted to water that he drank. When the destruction went beyond any repair he was raised from the clay by founding forefathers of the new soil and water. When he finished the book he again asked for his purpose and he was again told nothing by the almighty.

Itwas funny the way his body reacted when he turned sixteen. He started feelingsensations he had never experienced. Rage arose from his nescience. And when hebecame self-destructive the almighty gave him access to a part of building henever had been to. He came to know about the genders. There were beings thatwere not like him. They were attractive and their body looked more appealing. He started craving the sensation of touch. And one day temptation took control of his solitude and he committed what almighty called his first sin, the sin of touching himself, the sin of giving himself the forbidden pleasure.

He was thrown in a cell by almighty where the void ate whatever the little light and knowledge he had of the past world. What remained was a hazy memory of those endless white robes and of a skin that he could not have. It was two years later, after his second consciousness that he started receiving scrolls. Almighty communicated to him through those scrolls. Through first scroll almighty asked what he remembered. Through second he asked if he knew the purpose of his life. He never had any answers. He asked the same questions in return, but the almighty never answered. The last order was given by almighty to him. This order sent him on this voyage. The order was to find the clay from which he was born and to make more obedient people like him so that they can make this world a place where the almighty can come to live again.

*PROJECT New World 4.2 initiated*

He had never heard from almighty since then. The scrolls, through which he was taught how he would raise more people like from clay, were his only companion. This desert was the place where the clay was last seen by the new founding fathers. He shouted on almighty at times, but the almighty never answered. He committed sin time and again, but the almighty never cared. Almighty had given a purpose and that purpose was all that gave him energy to drag his skin around.

One day he reached an oasis which felt denser to him. The water tasted salty yet life giving. He felt vibrations that he never had after drinking from that source. He examined the oasis carefully and found shiny reflective balls at the bottom of the water source. He dived inside and bought all those balls on the surface. It was indeed the clay of life.

*day becomes little brighter*

He started putting those balls on top of one another and made a figure which resembled a being he had seen in a book called, “the beings of life”. It had long tusks. He made many more like these so that balls can be carried back to the building he was born in. And once those beings started carrying clay balls to his building he made more people like his skin. They followed his orders. They gathered logs; they dug canals to make a building which was bigger than the size of the building where the first ‘he’ was born. “The building will have all the resources for almighty so that when the almighty comes he’ll have all the luxuries.” he thought to himself.

He then created the skin he craved for years. She had hair like clouds and breasts as tender as ripe fruits. He feared the almighty would throw him again in cell for this, but the almighty never answered to his voice. He had her. He kept her with him all the time and she, with all the dedication, pleased him.

The third born from the clay worked day and night and the first temple for almighty was created. But almighty never came, never answered. He kept creating every being from the same book. Soon his creations were all around. They all followed him. He was a father to them that he wanted for himself. He told them the story of almighty. They never disbelieved him, but for them he was nothing short of almighty.

When he started growing weak, he realized, he needed someone like him who can keep creating the third generation of clay. He made a skin like no other, soft yet strong. He called him the Dreamer.

Dreamer exceeded his expectations. He not only created beings never mentioned before, he excelled the architecture. He created palaces which made the first temple look small. Years pass by. Dreamer called the first-he his almighty and called him God. It pleased him, but who in the creation has not fallen for the power. But this power he enjoyed didn’t last long, because what dreamer couldn’t create for himself, was possessed by the god he admired.

Dreamer didn’t come out of his castle for days and when the doors opened, a mighty army of first daemons roared and ran towards the palace of God. God knew dreamer was more skilled and powerful than him. War cry grew louder and louder. He goes into her room and kills her. He kills what he lusted the most.

It took the dreamer less than hour to destroy what God and he created in years. And now the two creations faced each other. Dreamer runs towards God with blood in his eyes and suddenly it goes dark for both of them. Entire world shuts down.

*Simulation Fails*

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.” Steve slams his computer in anger.

“This is fourth fucking time…” spilled coffee from the desk makes a stream towards his notes. He picks it up as the team of engineers in project ‘New World’ looks more disheartened. “Arrange a meeting tonight itself. I want to brief and discuss it with Doctor Hari.” Steve says to his secretary as other people from the group starts stretching to get ready for the next session. 

*21st September 2122, 7.04 PM*

“Welcome Steve.” Doctor Hari smiles as Steve walks into his well lit cabin.

“Doctor another simulation failed. I don’t know if…”

“It’s alright Steve. You look disheartened. ” Doctor Hari says before Steve could finish his sentence.

“Doctor this has happened for the fourth time in a row. I don’t know if my team is ready to go at it again” Steve looks pale.

“This doesn’t mean that you should feel defeated.” Dr Hari says, smiling on Steve’s low energy. “We have funds flowing; I suppose every family associated with the project is getting better education, health care”

“Doctor, I’m an engineer my job is to make sure that the world created in the simulation runs smoothly. And frankly speaking the world is running just fine, it’s just that I’m not happy with the work of the team associated with anthropology”

“Why?” Dr. Hari looks puzzled.

“Sir, before starting every simulation, as per suggestion of other professors, we make sure that it is up to first cookie to nourish and nurture that world so that they can have a simple hierarchy of commands, but every single time cookies have come up with a way to destroy each other.” Steve looks more annoyed and picks up a glass of water from the desk.

“Isn’t it a good thing? We humans are like that too.” Dr. Hari says smiling.

“Yeah! We sort of are.” Steve says, exhaling air as he stretches his body.

“You think God created us or was it our boredom and inquisitiveness that we feared, created the God” Dr. Hari continues, “We humans always feared that we don’t have enough answers so we created god. We men, at least the majority of us for centuries considered women inferior to us and treated them as objects. We created our own demons. We created weapons of mass destruction. We have exploited this planet to a point where we have almost destroyed the only home we have.” Dr. Hari smiles as he says the last line. “You say your cookies are like that, I say, they are like that because it’s us who have made them so.”

Steve nods to what Dr. Hari said to him. He was tired of all the work.

 He keeps the glass on the table again and wipes his mouth clear from a tissue. “What if they remain same on Exo-Earth 2?” Steve asks, looking directly into the doctor’s eyes.

*Choose next answer carefully*

“Then it’ll be us who would have given them this power of destruction and not some god” Doctor says as he looks outside the window.

*Human Steve has accepted the task you gave him*

The End?