God Visits; In the Bath!

This story was written for GCSE English, many years ago and rewritten from memory. (this story is still under edit, because of that fact)

God Visit; In the Bath!
A Short Story By
Mark A West

One of the worlds best known Writers, Andy Scothis had been working all night on his latest story. His hopes were that it would convert the perspective, of the rest of the religious minded people from around the world, into his popular ideal of a world without God.

Andy hated the Idea that a real God from any religion would let the world turn out the way it had done.

The influence of the church had declined since the 22nd century. Atheism was more widespread than ever, but there were still a few ‘Nuts’ about.

As he settled into a hot bath in his small, dark candle lit bathroom, after a long haul on his latest story, he again tried to understand the ‘Nuts'’ point of view. ‘If God did exist…’

“I DO.” A voice reverberated.

Andy opened his eyes and saw nothing but the steam swirling in the candlelight. “HELLO?” he said loudly at the closed door thinking his mother had come to his home, yet again, to interfere in his life.

“IT WAS ME, ANDREW FORD SCOTHIS.”

“Who?” Only his mother used his full name.

“YOUR NON-EXISTENT GOD. YOUR MOTHER IS NOT ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS.”

“God? Yeah sure! What about my mother?”

It began to take shape, the face in the steam. A face which moved and spoke.

“BELIEVE IN ME AND SPREAD MY WORD!” It said.

Andy had never taken drugs and he did not drink heavily and as, far as he knew, did not have a mental illness. Now he began to doubt if he was even awake. ‘ oh crap I’m gonna drown in the bath!’ he thought.

“THIS IS REAL! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN BRING ME BACK TO THE PEOPLE.”

“If you are God why…”

“…DO I LET PEOPLE DIE AND SUFFER? I DO NOT LET THEM, THEY LET THEMSELVES.”

“Who crea-…” Andy tried to say.

“WHO CREATED ME? I WAS AT THE START OF TIME SO THERE IS NO 'BEFORE. YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND AS YOU LIVE IN TIME. I AM TIME.” Steam God said.

“OK. So...”

“MY SON? JESUS? YOU ARE ALL MY CHILDREN.” God interrupted again.

“That is really annoying! Could you stop doing that? You have still not convinced me you ARE God and not a dream or some kind of hallucination. You might be the ghost of Jeremy Beadle, playing a prank on me for all I know. You definitely look like him.”

The God did nothing, said nothing. Andy was beginning to believe for some reason. This was God or at least one of them. Now all he could think was, ‘Why me, why me?’

There was such a conflict within him. Part of him still did not believe and needed to not believe because of his reputation. Another part of him, now the greater part, wanted to help to do gods work. He did not know how, or where to begin. What was the world to believe when the foremost sceptic would announce a belief in the now ridiculed religions?

“THEY NEED TO. PEOPLE NEED IT AS YOU DO.” God said and added as it faded,
“IF ANY ONE CAN DO THIS YOU CAN. YOU CAN NOW MAKE A POSITIVE CHANGE.” Then it was then gone from sight.

Andy got out of the now cold water. 'How long have I been in this water?' he asked himself. He went straight to bed, still wet and fell asleep almost immediately.
The first thing Andy felt was wet sheets, he thought he had an accident, like he had when he was younger.

He recalled last night without doubt in what happened. He went to his computer. He immediately deleted his latest story and began to write a new one.