Here's a treat, a freewrite I've done as a 14 year old.

The dark meeting room. Moss grew in the corners, and Ivy wound its way up to the ceiling. The janitor never cleaned it for years.

Well, what's the use of the Committed never met in thousands of years? This used to be painted in a shade of light blue, and the windows always boarded up. Now the wood turned into a splintery material, coated with termites.

Now I was sitting in the seat I thought I would never sit in again. Them- the Creators. The Creators of the human race.

"The human race is too powerful," his voice echoed, even making the rats tremble. "They're creating new forms of life." He blinked rapidly with anger as he unfolded a piece of colored paper, and held it up for the other Creators to see.

"Dolly the sheep," another Creator gasped.

"This animal brought up by humans. Now they're doing our jobs." His yellow eyes glinted a  golden speckle. "It's time we start the plan. Our evolved life form has crossed the line many years ago. After it's over, the committee shall be no more. We shall retire our jobs, forever. Life will be no more."

Everyone tiredly applauded but me. Have I told you about the plan yet? The original Creators have devised it if any life form is becoming too superior than its Creators. It is destruction of the world in three weeks.