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.

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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.

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