Metafiction essay: Oh my God
The lights went on, and REC sign appears on the small screens of camcorders all around. In the center, there were people with rock-faces sitting together in a roundtable. The person in the black suit and a bow tie, who must be a chairperson of this world-most popular talk show KFS, cleared his throat gently to make a beginning of the show. He started talking with his big artificial smile on his face. "While many people believe in the existence of the god, others don’t. The debate between those two groups, which has been continued for millions of years, doesn’t seem to end. One group constantly doubts the existence of god while the other group serves god as their priority. Then what is the reasonable point that each group can argue? Now, we will like to have a panel discussion about this issue with our guests. Who will like to begin?" There was an awkward silence. Panels never gave eyes to each other, busy looking up at void or paper in front of them. It seemed l