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Chapter one of Jonas. My Grunkle will kill me if I don’t keep writing this, so, yeah.

Jonas

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴! 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘦!

Well, you’re still here. I presume that you want to hear more.

I don’t think very highly of any proposed entities. I don’t completely reject the idea of the existence of God, but I do believe it foolish to place any trust in said God. Which is why it’s weird that I first met Jonas at Sunday School one dewy April morning when we were both 4.

I never did believe a word that preacher said. He was full of nonsensical tales of vast ships sailing in the middle of a barren desert which suddenly flooded, seas parting for a meager human man who’s grand idea rooted from a burning bush.

Then I met Jonas. He was just a normal boy in a normal town in Michigan. It turned out that he had the same point of view as me on the matter of divinity. He also thought it was malarkey.

His reasoning was different, though. I just thought foolish to trust in a whole being based strictly on faith. He thought that the set of beliefs was terrible. “These people have been murderers. They see it as a sign of respect to murder someone.” That’s how he worded it.

I thought he was a—haha—godsend. Boy, was I wrong. A few years later, it was Easter Sunday. Everyone was out in front of the church, yet I couldn’t find Jonas. I went around to the back of the church, and what I saw horrified me.

Jonas, sweet, innocent Jonas, had a steak knife. He also had a beaten rabbit. He was about to kill that innocent animal. “Jonas!” I yelled desperately. He dropped the knife, startled, but kept hold of the rabbit.

That was when his father came around back. “Put it down, you insolent rat!” He yelled at Jonas as if he was holding three severed infant heads. “You terrible leeches do this type of thing to humans! What’s the difference?” For the first time, I saw Jonas’ rage at full power.

The next day, Jonas came to school with a black eye and three fingers that appeared to be broken. When asked what happened, he simply said, “I was running and tripped on a log.” I was the only one who didn’t believe it.

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