By A. J. Nahajski
Aeons ago, the parent is getting exasperated with the child.
“Go play with your modelling clay, so I can work.”
The child huffs, wanting to do big important grown-up things, but shuffles over to the coloured clay that sits, waiting.
The child stares out at the infinite backdrop of velvet black: dark stars and light stars, dust and gas, long gone galaxies, and those still yet to be.
“But I’m bored of modelling clay.”
No answer.
The child huffs again, but grabs some clay and rolls coloured balls: yellow, red, orange. Now some brown. Add green. Needs blue, more blue. Done.
The story of Creation in 101 words. Very good story!
Thank you Bobby, that’s nice to hear especially as this story broke my 101 virginity!
Cosmic! Wonderful 101 words, particularly because there are an infinite number of words implied in this. Beautifully done! And this is your first 101? 2 creation stories in 1!
Thank you Smila, much appreciated!