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.

Joy Streaked Sorrow

Gone for so long
I reach out once more.
I’m afraid to move on,
But I know the future is more.
 
This time not forgotten,
I will carry it always.
Within my heart.

Written for the final prompt from Trifectra: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/03/trifextra-week-105.html

I’ve seen many things end and begin in my life, even if they are not things that are on a stage like Trifectra. They have been something to me and though I have mourned their ending, knowing that each ending can be another’s beginning has given me joy within that sorrow.

Thank you, Trifectra editors, your challenges helped me learn that you can say a lot with only a little.

Not Wanted

The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.

Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.

This isn’t what I meant.


Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html

A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.