WRITERS BLOCK

I wrote this a while ago, why not post it....

I live in a world much different than yours. Of course, you think your world is the only world out there. But it's not. There are many worlds in God's creation. But mine is the only world connected with another. It is the only world where some may come and go. My world is connected to yours.
Few leave it and even fewer are allowed back inside. Only a small but if your people have gained entry to my world. And those who left told stories of it. Over time they have been twisted and added to, but parts of my world are what created your fairytales.
Now don't jump to conclusions. There are no flying boys or sea witches. No faired or dragons either. There are absolutely no ogres or giants or knights or pirates. No, there is none of that. Those creatures are what your world's people have imagined.
My world has princesses but no king or queen. They all love together in one big castle to the far East of my land. They are a bit air-headed and giddy.
There are mermaids and dwarfs and so many wonderful creatures.
There are animals that speak; every single one of them. The sea creatures can grow legs and walk on land while the land creatures develop fills to swim in the ocean. They love to switch back and forth. We also have mixes of animals in my world, though they seem normal to us. There are birds that are half cow, and you can even milk them. Or there are the dangerous animals. The shale is the biggest animal in my world and he lives deep in the ocean. The shale is a whale and a shark combined, that is how I can best describe it within your understanding. He is the only form of darkness in my world.
My world is full of light and color, there is no black or greys. Everything has a bright color. Neon is the word in your world. Everything is neon colored in my world.
The land is divided into 5 sections. In the middle of my world is the biggest ocean, called the Cyan. The 5 sections are made up of mountains, rolling hills, jungle, desert, and the arctic. Throughout the land there are lakes and rivers and smaller oceans.
Our food is full of flavor that your world doesn't have. There are big fruits that grow on trees in the jungle that are sweet and spicy. There are wheat-like plants that grow in the hills that we make into a soft sweet bread. The oceans grow salty plants in the sea floor. There are many different kinds of foods to eat in my world.
We speak differently than your people. We are a lyrical community. To speak to one another, we use our facial expressions and few words. Too many words complicate situations and make them awkward. If we need to have serious communication, we have a different language than you. Our language is a mix of your world's English and French with a touch of something unexplainable to you.
When you enter my world, only truth flows from your mouth. This is what God decided. No matter what you do, you cannot lie. My people have accepted this and are glad that they cannot be deceived. The only creature that can lie is the shale, and though we have no explanation for this, we accept it.
My people look much like you. We are all different in small way like you; our hair colors and birthmarks, ect. Because we both look so alike, in your world and mine, we are able to travel back and forth. Besides the few exceptions, only special chosen people by God are able to go into your world freely. We banish our people to your world of we must. There is a story, though, of a boy who came into my world and the girl who taught him out ways. It was a dangerous risk that she took. But she saved his life, for he would have died in your world. Then, when he was in my world, the boy saved her from the shale. He said that in your world the shale gas a different name, and he knew that she needed help. He said- here, let me just tell you the story...

Long ago, in your world, there was a boy around 19 years old names Kace. He was tall and strong and on the run. He was running from his family business that he wanted no part of. He made friends with one of my world's sojourners, Martin, who brought him to our land. Martin placed him in the care of Alana and Alik. They were ordinary people who lived in my land. They had an 18 year old daughter, Analia. She taught Kace our language and he caught on pretty quickly. Analia protected Kace from his old world and he was accepted into mine.
Then Alana and Alik died suddenly, leaving them alone. It was not right for Analia to continue to live with Kace so she gave him her house and left. Analia lived happily with her friend for a while, but then she got married and Analia had to leave. She then journeyed to the different sections of my world to find a place to live.
Analia had a hard time finding shelter and she ended up sitting by the Cyan in the center of my world. She looked out and saw the tips of mountains across the ocean. She saw where the sand of the beach turned to the sand of the desert. She put her feet in the water and her face in her hands and cried.
Soon after this, the shale swam up from his place deep in the ocean and made his way toward her. Analia was frightened and jumped up from her spot close to shore. The shake stayed in the water even though it was possible for him to crawl up on shore next to her. He spoke to her, telling her that she would be happy if she left her world. That if she ran away she would be free. Analia didn't know what to do. She wanted to agree with the shale but deep in her heart she knew who he was and the truth of her world.
That's when Kace showed up. He grabbed Analia and reminded her of the truth. He reminded her that she was safe in her own world and that the world he came from wasn't safe at all. Analia went with Kace back to her house. He fell in love with her and they married. For the rest of their days, they travelled the land. The climbed the mountains and explored the jungle. They visited the princesses in their castle and the mermaids in the water. They stayed with dwarfs and played with children. They lived together in my world until they were old and went to be with the Creator.

.... Again, I didn't proofread or edit. I'm horrible, I know.