The new year asks for an eye opener.
Earth does not have spare parts to just change when broken.
Treat our planet with care. Stop breaking it apart since we cannot fix it after.
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Here might be an interesting thought to think of.
If Earth is our home, does that not make us all brothers and sisters?
Would we go so far as to hurt those we share a roof with? Or even make to much of a mess we cannot to live on it?
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.
©Ranting Crow2014
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.
Best Wishes
Ranting Crow
Draw me the world by Stickersticker on Deviantart
Painting the world
If you had a brush,
Would you paint
Paint the world
A brighter colour
Or set it back
In black.
Painting the world
Like a canvas
Purple with a golden trim
Yellow to shine like sun
What colour do you see
Or would it be…
Are the glasses pink
done in a blink
Swipe the brush
Left
Right
Or in circles
A square to make it right
A splash, a wave
Washing
The pain away.
Warm passion
Aggressive red
I heart you my world
Creative enthusiastic
Depended orange
I need the world to be
Nurturing dependable
Jealous green
Wishing I was more like you
and not so blue
Like the earth
I try to colour
If you had a brush
How would you
Have painted
The world.
Or would you preserve
What is there
Admire the colours
Of an earth
Worth protecting.
What colour paint
Holds your brush.
©Ranting Crow2014
We have found a lot of history already.
How much of the truth is still buried out there.
And how much of the interpretation is truth.
Ranting Crow 