Chapter 1: Terry
Ever since my wife, Serena, and I had our kids, my life was totally different. Being a parent and full time god is a hard thing to do. My children, Lona, Hunt, and Moon are a good group but when they start to argue all chaos breaks loose.
I slowly wake up coming out of a boring dream about corn, and get out of bed. Still half asleep, I trudge to my children's room.
"Alright guys, time to wake up," I say opening the door slowly. I look around the room seeing my kids still sleeping soundly.
"Ugh, dad five more minutes," Lona moans with her head face down on the pillow.
"Alright but you're lucky its summer, if you're not down in 5 minutes you're gonna miss the waffles," I say smirking. Soon they are all leaping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I chuckle as I walk downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee. Now you must be wondering," Why would a good need coffee," Well let me tell you if I don't have my coffee in the morning, then I'm cranky for the rest of the week. Last week I broke almost everything in the house, and practically sent my kids into paralyzing shock.
Five minutes later everyone it downstairs sitting at the table, taking in the smell of my home-made waffles. I glance back and see them staring dead at me. I turn back around and flip a waffle onto each of their plates. Pretty soon they're half way finished eating.
"Dad did I ever tell you that you make the best waffles," my son, Hunt, says.
"Um yeah like every weekend… wait what do you want from me?" I reply raising an eyebrow.
"Oh nothing," he says sounding nervous. Hunt rarely compliments me on anything. I'll just have to keep an eye on him.
"After breakfast why don't you kids come with me and watch pops do his job," I say.
"Sure," they reply except Hunt who gave me a low, "Whatever." Once they finish I go upstairs put on dark blue jeans and an ivory colored shirt that says, "You don't want any of this gun show". Then I walk downstairs and we head out to the creation dimension.
My name is Terry, and I am the God of creation.