Teardrop Creations – Day Thirteen

Teardrop creations,
That is what we are called.
We were created
By our Mother of All.
 
She was so Lonely,
Our Mother of All,
She called out for others,
But none answered Her Call.
 
Tears welled up in her eyes,
She sobbed out her heart,
Begging others with cries
To come and stay with Her.
 
When tears fell from her cheeks
They splattered on the ground
And grew up and up,
Until she was surrounded all around.
 
Different things sprung up
And with a tremulous smile,
The Mother of All
Found Her worthwhile.

Written as my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/

Also, this is sort of an homage to a universe that I’ve been writing in since grade school. It’s a partially finished work that I have worked off and on through for over a decade and a half at least. I’ve known how it was to end almost since the beginning, it’s getting to the ending that has always been a bit of a problem. The most interesting thing about this story is that it was something that I inherited from a friend and is in no way shape or form a fanfiction. Someday I hope to finished this particular story.

House Elves – Day Two

Have you heard those little feet
Out and about in your home?
Unstable legs that easirly give way
Slipping sideways with arms all full?
Every place I’ve lived has had a few, at least.
 
Every day I watch them scurry about,
Little people with only stocking on.
Various years and different homes
Even staying in a few two room places.
Still those little elves will come and tidy up my spaces.

Written for the second day of NaPoWriMo: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-two/http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-two/

Whenever I look up old stories about house elves, elves that sneak into your house at night and clean things (not the ones in the Harry Potter books, though, no slavery) the cleaners remind me of when I was little and my siblings and I were in charge of the housework. Later, my sister’s kids took over housework when they were old enough to help. (The age gap between me and my eldest niece and nephews is about the same between my eldest sibling and my youngest sibling; so I was still barely a teenager when my sister had her kids.)

Of course unlike the story, if you give these little elves clothing they won’t stop cleaning. They will stop cleaning if you give them too much sugar. House Elves aren’t very focused when under the influence of too much sugar.