The Creator: A Short Story

The Creator sat amongst the stars, listening to the silence of the universe. Her loneliness was eating away at her and her spirit was turning cold. She then, after many passing suns, decided to create a magnificent world, where each element could live in harmony together. Her attempts proved futile until she imagined and created the perfect world; Earth. She then created the terrain; dirt, grass, plains, forests, plateaus, mountains, valleys and more. The Creator then added ores to these terrains which resembled the stars which she came from so she could always remember her home. She marveled in her work, but still felt as if this beautiful world was missing something. The Creator took grass from the wide plains, and dirt from the earth. She …show more content…
She kneeled and shed a single pure tear into a small hole that she dug into the dirt. The tear spread, mixing with dirt, until it overflowed with water. This water spread throughout the area and continued to branch off to different paths beyond the horizon. After the water settled, the Creator scooped some mud from the river and pulled some grass from the lush forests and rubbed them together. She continued to dig into the dirt, placing the grass and mud mixture in it, and covered it up with dirt. She again gently pulled a strand of hair from her head, and placed it on the dirt. Only seconds passed before a large tree sprouted from the ground. It raised up, bearing thousands of branches and leaves. Pleased with the outcome, she repeated the act several times around the world, until almost all terrains were covered in these gorgeous creatures. After the trees grew, she realized the river waters were fading into the land. So, she created a much larger body of water, the ocean, which consumed most of the terrain she had originally made. The rivers fled into the oceans, creating an endless supply of water for the …show more content…
He grew angry; the Creator had not made anything with as much freedom as him, until now. His anger was too much. He spread his wings and dove towards the human. With his claws outstretched, he attacked humans’ wings, brutally tearing and ripping them to shreds. He screeched on the top of his lungs, “No one shall have the freedom or intelligence of the hawk until they realize their place under the Creator!” The woman bled to death and her spirit left her body. The spirit rose and bore the beautiful wings the hawk had previously torn off. However, the spirit was not curious and followed the Creator without