Asteroid Vs Peggy

A gigantic potato-shaped asteroid was sticking out of the sky. It was the end of the world.

NASA and everyone with a nuclear missile emptied out their ammunition on the uninvited foe. They barely scratched the surface. And what’s worse? Now there were many smaller potato asteroids plunging towards the earth along with the hefty mama asteroid.

A warm sultry summer-like weather pervaded throughout Berkshire. It was drizzling ash from the sprinkling nuclear fallout. Sparrows, crows, and all winged creatures were falling to the ground like dizzied flies. Glimmering tar-like particles streaked across the vermillion-colored sky. People were scattering to take cover. The ones inside buildings were either praying or partying or both.

Even God was so scared and bewildered that he hid away in a puff of cotton candy clouds. He was sticking his head out like a turtle with his eyes glued to a pair of binoculars. He had a keen stare observing how humans responded to his total reset plan. He was tired of humans cutting all the trees and polluting the seas with infinite plastic and oil waste. And he was also perplexed about how they always fought among themselves.

God was dressed in heavenly-white attire with numerous, numerous pockets! And each pocket was beeping with many pagers. Each popped messages in different languages, the prayers that people were sending him.

As he stared through his binoculars, he noticed something strange. A kid with a floating red balloon was playing in one of his chapels. God watched her with some curiosity. Peggy, as she was called, was jumping up and down the weather-worn, mossy stone staircases pretending to be a pony. She trot-trotted her way, galloping across the Church floor.

God was intrigued. And when Peggy reached the altar and said “God, can I ask you something?” he was so thrilled. He picked up one of the receivers of the antique telephone set he had and answered “Tell me, dear, what is it that ye’ fear?”.

“Can you trade this balloon for a time machine? I call him Poseidon. He can fly without wings!”

God was curious. He liked the girl and her Poseidon. He also wanted to give humanity another chance to fix everything.

God scratched his glistening fluffy beard and finally said… “Fair deal, my child”

A brief pause ensued…

“Where would you like to go, my child?”

“1665, Woolsthorpe Manor in Lincolnshire”

“Well, that’s oddly specific, dear. Good luck there”

Oozy white fog seeped into the church floor and slowly engulfed the whole place. When the fog vanished, the girl was also missing.

“Forbear! Yonder goes whom?” A farmer raised his pitchfork and yelled at Peggy.

“Thou canst not walk hither” he looked like a scarecrow with his straw hat. Peggy didn’t stop. She was wondering what she would trade to buy some cookies. That seemed to worry her more.

God was so tense he started chipping at the edge of his nails. Time was running out for the future.

Peggy darted across a green meadow through many fruit trees until she found that one particular tree she was looking for. She then jumped to catch what looked like a heavy red fruit and almost stumbled on a white-haired fellow. The guy looked almost like a girl in that long flowing white hair. He was startled. His books scattered and he screamed, “What doth thee bethink of thyself miss?”

A grinning Peggy with an apple high up in her hand claimed…

“I thereby cancel GRAVITY! Earth is now SAFE”

God was shellshocked. He froze with his mouth wide open.

I was inspired by this comic below by MadeForGeeks on Instagram