[ WP ] You go to heaven only to find God is a heretic

All my memories were distant echos, my eyes were so tired. I just wanted to sleep there more. But it was hot, too hot. I was lying on my back, arms and legs spread out, naked. I could feel hard, cracked, dry sand under me. All I heard was faint howling of the wind. 
 
 `` Hey...'' A young boy's voice said. 
 
 I was so tired. I tried to will my eyes open, slowly they shifted. 
 
 `` C'mon get up!'' A hand firmly shook my shoulder. 
 
 `` Uggh...'' 
 
 `` Please, do n't leave me here alone.'' 
 
 Suddenly I remembered my son. I was not so tired. I was awake, I sat up in the sand. Ahead of me was a flat desert as far as I could see, like a dry lake bed. Slowly I turned my head to my left, expecting to see something different, but there was only the wind. I looked to my right, there was a small blonde boy squatted down next to me, as naked as I was. 
 
 I stared at him in disbelief. He stared at me. We stared at each other for a long time. The wind gently rustled up some sand. 
 
 `` Where are your parents?'' 
 
 The boy lightly bit his lip. 
 
 `` Are you okay?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Do n't ask me about them again.'' 
 
 `` Wait...'' 
 
 `` We've been waiting here a while!'' The boy said. 
 
 `` No, I mean, where are we?'' 
 
 The boy's face lit up, `` do you like it?'' 
 
 `` I...'' 
 
 `` It's my sandbox! I made it myself.'' 
 
 `` You made it?'' 
 
 The boy stood up. `` It was supposed to be something else. But... it did n't turn out like...'' He hemmed and hawed. 
 
 `` You ca n't make sand castles with this sand!'' I tried to ease his tension. 
 
 `` Nah, I do n't make sand castles here. I just lie down and look through the cracks.'' 
 
 I stood up. `` The cracks?'' 
 
 `` Yeah the cracks! Most of the time you do n't see anything, but sometimes I can see these little balls, spinning around... I like to watch them.'' 
 
 *What is this place? * 
 
 `` All this sands'not supposed to be here though.'' 
 
 I looked at the boy, he was short, with blue eyes and a clear face like only a child could have. He gazed up at me. 
 
 `` Sometimes people like you come out of the cracks. But that does n't happen very often. They just sleep and turn to sand.'' 
 
 Then I remembered. I was in a car accident. I could n't stop thinking about the possibility... I started to cry. I weeped. I feel to my hands and knees. My tears wet the sand. The boy started to get excited. 
 
 `` Hey keep doing that!'' He started digging at the wet spot in the sand. 
 
 `` What... what are you doing?!'' I yelled between sobs. 
 
 `` Can do that on all the sand?'' 
 
 `` WHAT?! What are you even talking about?'' 
 
 `` Maybe you can fill this whole place with water like this.'' The boy looked around. 
 
 `` This place goes on forever!'' I yelled. 
 
 The boy burst out laughing. `` Forever?'' He kept laughing, `` you're funny, no it does not go on forever.'' 
 
 `` How big is your sandbox?'' 
 
 `` My sandbox is very big, it goes on for a very long time.'' 
 
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 God turns out to be a little kid who slipped up and killed his parents during the creation of the universe. And he's been stuck wandering around a half created heaven-world gazing at our universe through this magically impenetrable boundary layer. He just wanted to play with mud but he used up all the water to make the mud and eventually it was all gone and bad things happened and he lives in an eternal purgatory type place. There, there is my story, I am too tired to finish it. Off to bed.
