Susan Q. - 2/17/2009 6:09 PM ET
Hope you all enjoy the second and final piece of The magician.
Comments a greatly welcomed and tips for writing making this story better are welcomed to.
Thanks, Michael
Another man jumped onto the stage. His body was covered in a large purple cloak covered in what seemed like the milky way itself. The two men raised there wands. They both waved them and with a amazing burst of light color shot out of both wand. The colors mixed together creating what seemed like a rainbow in the air. Then as if the sky was falling to its own doom the rainbow of color fired down into the audience. Then the two men reached toward the ground and each pulled out a long poll which they gripped in there hands. Then as if the polls were blades they meet fighting in the elegant way of the sword. But insted of sparks, each time there polls meet flowers and small singing birds shot into the air. Then each magician thrust there polls in the ground and just like that the polls vanished. Then one man with a swirl of his cape turned into darkness, deep and black like a Winter night. While the other man with the swirl of his wand turned into light, light like the rays of a sun on a Summers day. Then they meet swirling like a giant twister. Light and dark flashed, spinning, spinning. The audience stared on in wonder, amazement, and even some, fear. But then in the blink of a eye they were gone. Some spectators looked around, as if expecting the men of magic to reaper. There was silence. The two amazing men were gone. Their magic, their wonderful capes everything. Then to small baby's appeared on the stag. They both took a small wave and then they to were gone. But someone out in the audience swore they heard on of the small children whisper; goodbye. By: Michael Age: 11 Susan's son |
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