Marbles

I watch the news, upset about the recent issues with various terrorist groups wreaking havoc across the globe. Lines crinkle across my forehead and in between my eyebrows as I listen to the reporter speak about the latest bombing. Sometimes I wonder why we are here, why the universe has let us live on. All we do is kill and hurt each other and then we die. What's the point in keeping us around?

Little did I know, Earth was sitting on the shelf in a little boy's room, in another universe far away. The boy had to turn it in for a science project, for they had to create a universe for his teacher Miss Cloche's class. He got a C on that project, for all of the world's inhabitants started to kill each other. Now Earth sits on his shelf among other worlds, no smaller than a marble, doing nothing but collecting dust.