Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
I am beautiful and I am a God and the filth and grime and grit that became attached to me has been burned away.
Where I walk, there is ash in my wake. Those who see me, who gaze upon me, are drawn to me or are blinded by my terrible and otherworldly beauty.
I can walk through walls and wherever I may press my hands on the ground, great men will eventually be born.
I burn. I burn and I burn. Burn forever. None have burned before me. None have seen the burn before I drew it up from the earth and it enveloped me and it was the perfect burn and I am surrounded by it and enveloped within. My skin is gone and my eyes see through the flames.
Men will see the smoke in the distance and that will be enough to make them change their lives.
She walked into the room. She spoke.
“I want you to look for a job, today.”