Challenge:Writesomething (prose or poetry; fiction, nonfiction, or essay) about teamwork. It can deal with a child or an adult; it can be set in school, the business world, the military, or whatever else you can come up with. The teamwork can result in something wonderful happening, or in a major disaster.
Lonely. It was ok, he had been that way a very long time. Millenia had been spent in contemplation of the most minute ideas. From the curvature of space to the essence of subatomic particles he had thought of everything there was to think of, and then started over and thought of it all again. Now all that was left was the longing loneliness that seemed to invade every part of his being. He needed someone to talk to!
It was sudden, the idea...like an explosion in the darkness, Light was needed, and to get started with a form he had to create the void. Suddenly there was purpose to every thing that was done...almost rhythmical purpose that could be measured. A day, then another passed as the ideas sprouted physical manifestations. He had to speak and his word created. It's funny, that in all that time he had never used his voice. Now that voice was making his thoughts come to life. That tiny molecule, the curve of space all being used to open up his existence.
Now it was there, all green and blue. Spinning in the infinity. It was alive with life...but something was missing. It was still lonely. He still needed to be able to walk alongside and individual and speak to them...that was the goal.
The little lump of clay looked like a soft creature. It would just be another animal unless it had something different; a spark. He would give it...a piece of himself. Then they could walk and talk and have meaningful discussions of all the things that had been thought of.
His creation had one problem. It was lonely. It needed a companion just as he had needed one. He knew the path this was going to take, but knew the freedom it would give.
They were a team, him and her...they were together in everything...and as he shut the gates to the world he created, he felt the loneliness again. One day there would be more, and his patience was very great.