I wanted to say thank you! I found your alien-creation through a #freewrite prompt and did the five minute challenge. I felt so inspired by the little life you created and wrote this short bit. I hope you like it!

I could tell my creator was upset. Feeling adrift, lost, stuck in this place of no… inspiration. She had fussed over me until I saw tears forming in her eyes. I could tell they were tears of frustration, even though at that point, I was just a pair of beautiful eyes. She had seen me inside of her heart and drawn my eyes just so. They were big and beautiful and just with the eyes, I could already see. We were connected, my creator and I. I was so excited to see what she gave me for a body, for arms, for legs, maybe a tail or a silly hat. Would I have hair? Would I have funny ears or none that showed at all?

I didn’t care, honestly. All that mattered to me was that she and I were bonded forever. She had brought me to life from her very spirit and put me on the page. I was excited to see what came next. She drew my head around my eyes and I saw her grimace. I felt somehow like I had let her down, disappointed her. She dug through her desk drawer, pencils clattering, muttering under her breath and slammed the drawer shut before approaching me with a big red eraser. My head, for what it was, disappeared under her frustrated strokes of the eraser.

She tried again, biting her lip until I was afraid she’d draw blood. I tried to let her know that I would be perfect, however she decided to create me. I had no expectations, but I was sure that I would love whatever she chose. She skipped the head and went straight for my mouth. I could feel the pencil scratching across the paper until I had big, beautiful pink lips, much like hers…then she started to draw my arm and a tiny hand at the end. Suddenly tears dripped onto the paper, making my heart ache for her. She growled and stood up, leaving me alone.

At first I wasn’t sure what to do. As I sat there on the paper, I felt my fingers start to stir… I had an idea and I reached for the pencil she had left sitting next to the page.