The Maker's Workshop [Short Story]

In midst of a black void lies a singular candle-lit cottage. The broken windows ae hastily patched up and the wooden door is barely keeping together. It is but the Maker's Workshop.

The Maker works in silence, with only his creations to keep him company. He tinkers with one creation till it's perfect, then starts with a new one. Out of his billions of creations, he is still the most proud of one - Earth.

One second in his workshop is a century on earth. He been staring at earth for the past hour, counting the minutes till the end. Another tree falls in the distance, and another, then another...

1 …2 …3, he silently counts.

All the rivers have gone bad, another garbage can is dumped in the Ganga. The wettest place on earth hasn't had rain in the past two months.

4 …5 …6, he says under his breath.

A forest turned into a city, an aimless tiger roaming around. The beautiful trees he had handpicked, one by one turn to dust.

7 …8 …9, he still unceasingly counts.

First the dinosaurs, now these humans. Why must everyone he lends his earth to, must plot to destroy it?

10 …11 …12, the timer never stops.

Now man isn't satisfied with destroying earth, they have started to destroy each-other too.

13 …14 …15, his eyes darken.

Now it's time. The rivers have dried up, forests no longer exist, beauty is replaced by buildings and man tries to find another place to inhibit. Now it's over. Enough second chances. It ends then. It ends with them.

This is short story I wrote a while back for Earth Day.