Eleven (Collected Short Stories Book 7)

On the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year of the eleventh holy epoch, he killed God. First, you’re probably asking, “Why eleven?” Second you’re probably asking, “God with a capital ‘G’?” Of the first question, the killer would only say “because”. It’s what the Big Guy wanted. Of the second question, the killer would answer “yes”. God with a capital ‘G’.

Some say God is sleeping. Some say God is dead. In this story, the protagonist kills God with his bare hands. An insightful short story.