Story fragments

[Michigan Swamp Buck]

Being a wholly untalented writer but afflicted by an active imagination, I am a master of "story fragments": an intriguing bit of text that -could- be developed into a story, but only by those with true writing talent.

Here is an example.

Guido shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  It didn't help that this not-quite-a-room underneath the Vatican, a chamber really, was poorly lit and ventilated.

The cardinal fixed him with a piercing stare before asking in an icy manner,

"-What- are you saying?  That the eternal soul is but a parasitical entity that opportunistically hops from mortal form to mortal form as people die and are born?! ... That the history of humanity is an unending tale of rude exploitation perpetrated by The Source?!!"

(sigh)  It could be the basis of a story if only . . .

Would anyone else like to contribute a fragment? 

Cheers--

I like that theory, this idea that humanity is being used by God and his host. That our birth, life struggles, procreation and death are merely for some purpose that we serve like a tool. I have thought our souls are consumed when we go into the light at the end of the tunnel. Certainly that whole tunnel and light deal sound like going down God's gullet while he is eating dinner.