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The World is Almost Over

Golden smile and silver faces,
Crystal balls and diamond vases,

The world is almost over.

Shimmering glass ponds,
Shining fairy wands,

The world is almost over.

Light purple clouds and silvery vines,
Princes and castles all drinking wine,

The world is almost over.

Legends fade and time turns,
History paints new stories to learn,

The world is almost over.

Ghost's dance moonlit balls,
Paint chips off stony walls,

The world is almost over.

A box comes out,
Swear words shout,

The world is almost over.

nuclear bombs streak the sky,
We run and hide and we all die,

The world is now over.

Heres a beginning of a story I'm writing. What do you think?

Prologue

Time is not just a thing we use to keep order in our lives. It changes things. It gives us our dreams and our nightmares. We never really think about what it does when the legends fade and the myths die and truth is forgotten.

What is it to us that something so important could lie underneath our feet and give us the key to save the world. We could find a cure for the incurable illnesses. Or a way into other worlds. A way to a new clean earth for the taking. All we need is to remember that time only passes when the earth spins. If it stops time itself would not exist.

What happens in a world that is crumbling if time stops and they can fix it?

This tale is of a sword that saved a crumbling world 55,000 years ago. Can it save it's new world before it too crumbles and dies?

This swords earth is far different than ours. Their earth's name is Asalimore. It is divided into the twelve kingdoms. Januen, Februen, Marchus, Aprilious, Maydeern, Junerpent, Julioum, Augustol, Septembrek, Octobroud, Novebren, and Decembreious. Named after the first twelve rulers.

In the beginning the people had skin like ours but a little different. They have another color that blends into them. When you look at a person with pale white skin, they have blue ends. The ends of their hair, their nose, ears, fingers, toes, and when you look at them they seem to have a blue aura around them. With the different shade of skin there is a different color at their ends. The black have bright gold ends. The tan have green ends. Light brown have red ends. In this world the 3 black skinned rulers ruled the world and held the others as their slaves. When the 9 other rulers decided to make peace the black held war. That war was where the sword was made.

The sword was made out of the strongest steel by the most enchanting hands it was turned into the most magic sword in the Universe. it was not like any normal blade you have ever seen. It did not have two sharp edges, but 5. Three blades represented the 9 rulers against the enslavement of their people. One of the blades represented the 3 black rulers when the land was in peace. The last blade was made for the renewal of friendship and harmony in the land to make one world. The sword was remembered as a hero and it did save the world. It was praised by its people and the rulers. The earth turned and the time faded. The sword turned to a legend still being a great symbol of unity and freedom. Time still turned. The sword was lost and turned to myth only the old ones really remembered the story of the sword. Time turned again and the sword was forgotten. The world is now repeating itself for the 12 kingdoms are now turning against each other for power. Can the sword be found and the world go back in harmony? Or is the sword really just a myth that only the old few tell?

My Dance
Sitting alone on a bench,
Watching the world pass by,
You take me by the hand,
Pulling me up and giving me a twirl.

A dip, a bend, and a sashe,
Spinning into time with the beat of our feet.
There is no night nor day,
Only space and the dance.

A musical beat of drums start to play,
My feet tap and and leap,
Taking me into the peace,
Of losing myself.

You catch me as I leap,
The music changes,
we are as close as the music wants us to be,
as we tango across the floor.

The music fades into a waltz,
as you take me across the room,
the voice of the piano and violin,
guiding our steps in perfect unison.

The tune turns into the tune we danced to before,
we spin, we dance, we laugh,
time stood still, and as we sit down,
we smile.

wow I love your discriptive style. I can't wait to read more of your story. don't worry your poems are great.

((I know its not much but I'm working on it))

More of the story:


Chapter 1

Alan looked out the dirty window in the attic. He was cleaning it today because his mother seemed to want him to find his fathers old court robes. Today he was going to see the Queen of Januen, the first kingdom that was ever built on Asalimore. He moved a box and put it on the floor. Dust flew up and he started sneezing. When his nose finally decided to clam down he opened the dark brown Grimmore wood chest. It was filled with old clothes.

"This must be what mother was talking about," he said as he picked it up and headed down the wooded latter. He walked into a kitchen that smelled like Seylon bread. "I found it mother," he said as he put the chest on the table.

"Wonderful," his mother exclaimed. His mother was a short thin woman with pink skin with blue around the edges. She had almost transparent green eyes and long blond hair with blue at the end. "Now look through it and find the robes you like best," she said as she went back to work making bread.

Alan had a big strong figure from working on his farm. He had the same blue ends like his mother, but his fathers storm cloud blue eyes. His hair was dark brown and cut short just above his ears. His face was handsome according to his mother, just like his fathers. He picked up the chest and walked out of the kitchen and walked into his room. He put the chest down on his bed and opened it. He took out all the clothes and laid them all out so he could see which one he liked best. The blue robes and the red were the two he couldn't decide which one he liked better. He decided that he'd take the blue one in case something happened to the red one. He walked back out to the kitchen.

"Well which one did you pick? And don't you dare touch that bread," His mother said while her back was to him. His mother seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. He moved his hand back to his side. She put the bread in a sack and put it on the table. She turned and looked at him. "Oh you look just like your father. Well go get the horses ready. I'll go and change."

His mother ran out of the room and he heard her door close.

His mother walked out of her room all dressed in light green. Adam walked back in. "Are the horses ready?"

"Yes mother."

"Well then lets go. We can't keep the Queen waiting," his mother said. She grabbed her skirt and walked out of the house. Adam walked behind and shut the door behind him. His mother got on the cart and waited for Adam.

Adam got on and took the reigns, flicking them. The horses pulled forward onto Faltory. The queens castle was only a few hours away by horse and about a half a days walk. The castles flags could be seen in the distance.

Adam started to watch the mountains pass. Januen was made up of the largest mountains in all of Asalimore. There was Ruguil the coal mountain, and Thalligorm the demon mountain, and Perfonia the fairy mountain. All could be seen on the large road to Faltory the capital of Januen. Adam glanced at his mother. She was admiring the view as much as he was.

"Are you ready for meeting the Queen of the first kingdom?" his mother asked when she saw him looking at her.

"No. But is anyone really?" Adam asked with a smile.

His mother just smiled at him. He looked back at the road sighing as he felt his stomach tie into knots. He was going to see an immortal queen that had been on the planet since the races beginning. She was the first and will always. He looked up at the castle again. Bigger and heavily guarded by men in pale gray armor so as they wouldn't destroy the beauty of the almost transparent palace.

Thank you for your advice. I'll use it. I'm glad you like the prologue. The funny thing is is that I just thought of it and just typed it down. I had the story all planned out though and I'm still working on it mentally. smile

Thank you. You have great advice. Well now I'm off to making a good story. I haven't even thought about the end. I've been worrying about the beginning and the middle to even think about he end.