Let is be clear this is a work of fiction, and therefore a story created from my imagination.
The Broken Planet.
A streak of light warmed my face through a crack of the curtains. Another beautiful day to wake up to but not for another 5 minutes, I thought and rolled over. Been busy creating all kinds of worlds and this week was no different. And for that I deserve a nice long weekend of relaxing and not hurrying anything.
“Hey Gabriel, I made you breakfast”
That would be my angel, waking me with her delightful sexy voice. Her finger tips soft as her feathered wings brushing away the hair from my face.
Her lips caress me with a gentle kiss “Rise and shine. Don’t tell me you forgot about Father visiting today?”
The words bring me in a shock and upright in my bed. I so forgot about that, he was coming over to see my newest creation. “I almost forgot, so much for my extra five minutes”
I stretch my arms and wings, “Good morning Angel”
With an agile and smooth jump she sits beside me holding a tray of warm, sweet scented bread. A glass of fresh orange juice, a steamy hot cup of coffee and some creamy butter decorated with a White rose lying across the plate.
“You outdone yourself Angel, thank you”
-“Well you did work very hard this week, so I figured it is the least you deserved. Bon appetite”
Open swings the door and in runs little Ezekiel crying big tears “I am sorry brother, I didn’t mean to. Snot… snicker… sniff…. I am sorry, I…, I….” Blehhhhhhh
“Calm down Ezekiel. Take a deep breath and tell me what has happened” I put my arm around my little brother and pet him softly on the back. Angel takes away my tray with the spilled coffee and soaked bread to make room for Ezekiel to sit more comfortably.
“I… I am sorry brother, I was playing with Lucifer and… and I… he… we bumped against the pillar and…” his tears kept rolling across his cheek like a waterfall flowing to his chin. “You see we broke it brother… I AM SO SORRY” His cries became louder as he collapsed onto my lap. He was clinging on to me with all his strength.
Without any thought I rushed down the corridor to my work chamber still having Ezekiel holding on for dear life. In a flash of lightning I stood there watching Father picking up the shards of this world I had created. A world created from dreams, it was perfection.
Lucifer standing in a corner with a little grin on his face and a red hand across the cheek, I could not help father putting back together that blue sphere that had a large patch of green fertile land. I was in total shock.
“It may be less than perfect now my son, it is now a broken planet, that from now on will be known as Earth.” Father smiled as he did his best putting back together the planet of my dreams.
This story was created from a TipsyLit Prompt you can find here. For this week’s prompt, your story should include some form of picking up the pieces. It is my first prompt I think with a word count of 500, that is also happens to be the maximum suggested word count. Hope you enjoyed my take or fictional story of earth’s creation. eave a thought or any other kind of comment.