The Good Person (Short Story)

(This is purely fictional)

I keep my hands in my coat pockets as I walk along the dark street. It's queit until I am stoped by an man holding out a leaflet. "Are you a good person?" he asks. "Reasonable" I reply. "Well let's just see, mind if I ask you some questions?" I look at my watch. I believe I have time. "Ok" I reply.

"Have you ever told a lie?" he asks. "Hasn't everyone?" I respond. "And what do you call a person who lies?" "A lier" I shrug. "Ok, have you ever stolen anything, like a pen from work?" "Yeah, so? Are you a cop or something?" This guy is starting to annoy me now. "And what does that make you then?" he asks accusingly. "Want me to say 'I'm a theif'?" I sharply respond. "It's Gods law" he replies, "Now have you ever looked at a woman you're not married to with lust?" "Your mother."

"Now now, no need for that" He says trying to put on a goofy smile. "You see, Jesus said if you look at a woman with lust, you have already commited adultery with your heart." "Not my prefered organ" I respond. "An have you every been angry with anyone?" I shot him a dirty look. "It's just Jesus says that you have commited murder in your heart." "no doubt you're gonna tell me I'm gonna go to hell after I die." "You don't have to. You see, Jesus died for your sins, and if you just ask him for forgiveness, all your sins will be gone." "Is that so? All sins?" "All sins" he replies, "but you have to ask now." "Ok, I will, but one thing first." I grap his neck, plant my knee a couple of times into his crotch and toss him aside. While he is on the floor, I stamp on his neck and hear it snap. I see him there dead on the floor. I get down on my knees. "Forgive me Jesus for I have sinned. I accept you as my lord and savior."

And this is how I was saved. I now finish writing this as my execution comes close. I have killed many people, mostly for fun, but hey, every time I asked Jesus for forgiveness, so it's all good. So now, one jab, and I get to meet the big guy who set this sweet deal.