From Dust to Ashes.

American Bedtime Fantasy

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Written in response to: "Write a story from the POV of a creator — or their creation." as part of The Tools of Creation with Angela Yuriko Smith.

From Dust to Ashes. An Adam and Eve Short Story.

Trigger Warning- this short story contains some suicide, and some strong language.

Part One- Bullshit.

As Adam woke up, he ordered Eve to sweep up the tent he had made out of a bull’s hide. He named the bull, “Bull,” once he stepped right all up in the bull’s shit. He came up with the word, “shit,” and he called it a swear, though it was a word that sounded cleaner than the rest he had come up with.

“Are you okay?!” Asked Eve. “Don’t order me around like that. Remember- I’m a person. The second person to ever live. If you ever want children-show respect.”She was so beautiful. Every creature of Eden wanted her attention, and she loved it, but then there was the creature who appeared to her from a tree. A tree forbidden by God! A serpent! It was a serpent on all fours! A sort of scary sight. Unnerving even.

“Do not touch for death will surely follow!” Shouted, and commanded The Great Father God. The One and Only. God loved Eve, and He was The One who could simply destroy her with the stomp of His foot. So sad. With one touch of her perfect hands as if she were reaching in slow motion, she touched the forbidden fruit with the tips of her beautiful fingers.

Part Two- Coffee in 1942.

“I have an appointment with my editor at noon. What is this about?” I asked a mysterious man who had called me out of the blue. No idea of how the feeble man got my number. “Look, I’m quite the prolific writer. This needs to be important. Really important as I’m facing eviction, and I have deadlines. Are you just a fan of my writing- cause I’m always happy to meet a good fan.” The man just sat there for a moment. Then he said his name.

“I’m Adam. Now, let’s talk about Eve.”

”Adam? My Adam?” Shocked to see him up close, and in-person. He was alive. After all these years! Now, what was this about Eve?

“She’s gone to ashes. She’s dead. She didn’t go peacefully. No, she did not.” Then Adam shut up. He shut up hard. All of the years walking this world had caught up to him, and he finally wanted to die.

Part Three- Eve the Beautiful. Eve the Great. A Beauty Who Loved Her Forest.

Apples were the best! Shaped like red, little hearts. Their clean taste always appealed to Eve. She was happy to try this new fruit. Fuzzy, colorful, and it simply had to taste delicious with each and every bite. She just knew it. She needed it. Then the serpent spoke.

“It’s the best thing for you. The best thing you shall ever have.” It was love at first bite.

“Yum.” She said out loud. A new word!

The nectar trickled down her throat, but as it hit her stomach, something changed. Was it magic? What exactly was magic? She thought. Was this the tree God forbid? Have I been tricked? Eve thought some more. She wanted to cry, and she did as the serpent laughed gingerly.

Part Four- She Made Me Do It!

The coffee was good. Quite tasty, but Adam was sad. He missed Eve very much. Back in the day- you could live hundreds of years, and Adam never died, and he wanted out. It was time.

“Keep writing about me as soon I shall finally pass. Know your work is appreciated, and know that she made me do it. She made me bite the forbidden fruit! The pain hit me like a bludgeon! Death should have followed, but it didn’t. Death would have been nice- I think, but what do I know? Death? Death might be nice. No more Eve. No more Eden. No more delicious, forbidden fruit. I understand that we created sin, but it tasted so damn good. Ugh!” Adam then took out his Glock, and blew his brains right out all over the diner’s hand-painted mural. I’m ready for whatever comes next! Were his last thoughts. That fruit was quite tasty. He blinked twice, and he was gone. Poor, tortured Adam.

A Note on Forbidden Fruit- Sorry to keep you in suspense.

The forbidden fruit will make you quiver and cringe. Such sweet nectar will coat your guts with agony. DEATH! You will want death, but it tastes oh so good that you will return to the tree of the damned over and over. “Yum,” might, indeed, be your very last word. Eat! Eat! Die! Die! Yum!

Part Five- A Nudist at Heart. Free, But Then Clothed in Such Sinful Clothing Made from the Asses of Dogs.

Eve turned into a total B.I.T.C.H as soon as she was kicked out of Eden.

“Give me that! Give me that, Adam! I’m hungry!”

“But that’s all your fault! No, my food. I earned it! I worked for it!” Adam took thought of where the evil, manipulative serpent could possibly be hiding. He had slithered behind them as God rudely chased them out of the garden. He had questions for the serpent, but he never received any answers. The serpents feet had gone away, and his tongue had extended. He could no longer speak. There would be no answered questions as the serpent hid in the woods just outside of Eden which was gated, and blocked off with an invisible guard who held a flaming sword that could never be seen with the naked eye, so you had better watch out! The invisible guard was meant to guard the garden until enough time passed that the fruit could be discovered, and Pandora’s Box would become unleashed! The world would fall to sin, and this made God wish He had never tempted his first two friends.

Part Six- Dear God!

“Oh no! What have you done? You’ve taken my fruit!” Eve said to Adam. “Bite it, then. Just go ahead, and fucking bite it! I dare you!” And he did. He bit it over, and over again. Yum!

Part Seven- 1942. Ashes from Dust.

Dirt. He was dirt- then man. Now he was in hell for glocking himself to death. Poor Adam. He could have lived forever, but not without Eve. Nope. Not without Eve.

Adam was returned to the forest. With his ashes spread by myself, and two others, we said prayers, and we went to where he had lived, and that was when we saw it. All wrapped up in tin foil was a small piece of fruit. Fruit forbidden to be touched. Forbidden by The Almighty God! Death! Death shall follow!

I picked up the piece of fruit, and I threw away the wrapper. Damn! I thought. That’s one beautiful fruit! Perfectly preserved! Looks… yummy!

I took a bite, and all I could say was, “Yum.”

Posted Apr 22, 2026
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