The Simple Man

You would think nothing good could happen to a better as simple as me. I'd sit on the side of the street, telling the kids who stopped by to hear my stories.

Although they knew they weren't about me, and were from my days in school, they loved to hear stories about Dragons, Fairies, And even the more simpler stories you'd read online.

The best thing was, they'd tell their parents the stories when they got back home. But one day, a non-profit came to me and gave me a home. I was about 23, poor, and not that lucky.

You could find that out when I went to the bank to pickup some money that the non-profit gave me. some simple robbers came, and one of them accidentally shot me fiddling with the gun, and without noticing, BANG. At least, he noticed when it fired.

Next thing I knew, it was pitch black, and I heard a voice, telling me to wake up. Never did I know, this is the story that made me a God