Random Short Stories/Poems

Paper

I was bored and all alone in the universe

So I began to create a world seperate from my own

Beings formed on a piece of paper

Animated, they experienced emotion

We went through life together

In separate timelines

All at once, the paper became wet

The ink wept and bled

Creation began to break apart

I discarded the meaningless world

It was ruined, after all

I might as well move on

Beings without a reason for being

Lived on forsaken in the trash can

Still firmly believing, one day they would be saved

Creator surely will come back for us

With the power of his pencil, things will be fixed

That's what they said anyway, believing desperately...