A Cosmic Tale: by Belle Webb
In the beginning, the universe was born from a single point of infinite density and energy. It expanded and cooled, and eventually, stars were born, and planets formed around them. Life emerged on some of those planets, and sentient beings looked out at the vast expanse of space, wondering what lay beyond.
As the eons passed, those sentient beings grew in knowledge and understanding, developing technologies that allowed them to explore and manipulate the universe in ways their ancestors could never have imagined. They traveled to other stars, harnessed the power of black holes, and even began to tinker with the very fabric of space and time itself.
But for all their advances, the one thing they could not control was the passage of time. Despite their best efforts, the universe continued to expand and cool, and the stars began to burn out one by one. Planets grew cold and lifeless, and even the most advanced civilizations found themselves struggling to survive in the frigid emptiness of space.
As the last stars flickered and died, the universe grew darker and colder, and the very fabric of reality began to fray. The laws of physics that had governed the universe for billions of years began to break down, and strange and inexplicable phenomena began to occur.
For a time, some held out hope that they could find a way to reverse the inevitable, to somehow reignite the stars and stave off the end of time. But as the universe continued to unravel around them, it became clear that there was nothing anyone could do.
In the end, the universe collapsed in on itself, folding in on its own gravity until it became a single point of infinite density and energy once again. And in that moment, time itself came to an end, and there was nothing left but darkness and silence.
For the sentient beings who had once looked out at the vast expanse of space, the end of time was the ultimate realization of their own insignificance. But for those who were able to glimpse beyond the final moments of the universe, there was a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer scale and complexity of the cosmos, and a deep sense of gratitude for the brief moment they had been a part of it all.
When I was in High School, I did poorly in grammar and spelling. My childhood friends can attest to that. However, I excelled in literature and descriptive writing. The only thing that kept me from getting an "A" was spelling and grammar. A few months ago, I came across a file in my cloud of poems I've done over the years, and have been posting them as well as some new ones. Glad I did not post them before using these new grammar apps. When I pasted them in the app all I saw were RED LINES.
Anyhow, my poetry is somewhat depressing. So, I decided to try some descriptive writing. This is my first attempt... After reading it over again, my story telling may be somewhat depressing too.