short story

The Grief Tree
in the foothills of the blue ridge mountains, somewhere between cattle farms and mono-cropped plains, lives a tree that took root
By Lauren Pacione 4 years ago in Earth
Forest Fantsy
While the wonderful wizarding world of Harry Potter is indeed a magical place, my favorite fantasy world is one that I cannot remember the source of. At this point, I’m not sure if it was a dream or a book, as it has lived in my mind since I was a young child, and while I’m far past the socially acceptable age of scouring children’s books to find it without caring for a young child, I cannot forget it.
By F4 years ago in Earth
Energy & Creation
I have something inside of me that can't wait to come out... It's boiling and at the same time patiently fabricating or should I say growing stronger and stronger. Now this thing is huge I can feel it because it's all over my body. I would like to call it a volcano but no, it is not a volcano for the volcano destroy things once unleashed. I'm so I thought maybe water but even when water that much more an essence to human can cause damage. I think then, it is more like an energy of creation. You know, like a women experience when she is pregnant. But in my case this energy of creation is waiting a building up. Now how do I feel through this cycle? Well, think of the women whom in fact would be the transportation or the delivery of the greatest creation on earth. Not the women have not experience that before or who do not yet know that 9 months is only phase one of her creation, nor the woman who may think that 18 years will release her from all emotional attachment to her delivery. I think it is more like the woman who surely knows that this creation of hers is a lifetime duty, even could be beyond lifetime, who knows? However, this she must prepare not only for 9 months nor 18 years but for a lifetime commitment.
By Ni Yadashi4 years ago in Earth
"Not Your Average Job"
I love my job because, at the end of each day, I know I’m still alive. And that puts all other jobs to shame. When an average person gets up to go to work, they lay out their clothes, maybe take a shower and spend some time in front of the mirror, have a bowl of cereal alongside toast and juice, gather the items they’ll need for work, and kiss their family goodbye.
By David White4 years ago in Earth
Part of the Ridge
Over the ridge I looked down, down, down. A few lone stones bounced off the edge and, in their wake, the dust kicked up caught rays of sunlight beaming from overhead. In the sunny Australian desert, it was easy to feel the heatwaves shimmering up from underneath as my sunglasses threatened to fall off my nose and slide into the gorge below. But still, I pulled myself back and turned to face the bulldozer.
By Sam Liena4 years ago in Earth
The Wind and The Tree
They were not always friends, the wind and the tree. Some dare to believe, they've always interacted seamlessly. But these two forces, could not be more opposed.
By N.J. Yan4 years ago in Earth
The Golden Sapling
She would not trade it for anything - no treasure could equate to the intrinsic value of this tree. The fruit it grew to bear was her gold. The sweet, ripe deliciousness alone was something that epicurean feasts were made of. But that was not it.
By Jackie K4 years ago in Earth
My Roots Are Deep
My Roots in the Orchard (Forty-Eight hours before my flight) Some lives intersect at the same moment in time. I am drawing parallels in connection with the women and children I may find on my mission. My goal will be to take them to host countries around the world. I can only imagine their fear as they leave their families and their homeland. As I prepare to head into the unknown, I am experiencing my own story.
By Zel Harrison4 years ago in Earth
The Blanchflower
They pick at me. All day long they pick at me, I stand hollow and spent from bearing for them but they have yet to thank me. I fall apart for their pleasure and satiation. I grow and they pick. Over the years I watched as they created from my parts. I watched as they rejoiced when I became whole, I watched as I accompanied them in their heartache and their peace. I watched as they leant on me for sanction, as they climbed to the depths of me for more. I watched and I watched and it has never been a problem until today.
By Yaa Aning4 years ago in Earth
The Glowing Pear
THE GLOWING PEAR “I can’t wait for tomorrow”, a young boy named Robert said. “Shhhhh. Go to bed or you won’t have much energy left to move in the morning.”, His sister Jane replied. “Ok. Ok.”, he replied and closed his eyes. Robert was so excited because he was going to go on his first camping trip with his family. He had read many books about nature and had never seen the outdoors. Last year, he was signed up to play baseball by his parents and he didn’t like it. Robert wasn’t really much into athletics and didn’t make any effort trying to learn how to play the sport. His mother wanted him to be just like his older sister. She was the perfect child: a straight A student, volleyball champion, graduate with honors and now college bound. This was going to be her last year with them before she would go off to dorm at the university, so their father decided to take them on a family vacation for a few weeks. Robert drifted off to sleep with a big smile on his face.
By Daniel Solis4 years ago in Earth
Unnatural
“200,000 acres of rainforest is burned down everyday and they say 20% of the Amazon has vanished...” The lumberjack read the facts off his phone out loud to his co-workers. “Huh, well would you look at that. All this hard labour and use of machinery day after day, for decades, and we’ve only scratched 20% of it from the earth.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “I think we gotta pick up the pace boys!” All the lumberjacks cheered as they raised their cans of energy drinks into the air and guzzled them down before dropping all of the crumpled cans onto the jungle floor. Each worker dispersed into different directions, axes over their shoulders as they walked into the wilderness to find their designated trees for chopping.
By Rory 4 years ago in Earth
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider
Ooey Gooey, Goozing Oozing Spider Through a crack in my window screen, tonight a spider comes to me. Sporting pink hair and slipping out of closet doors, this spider is undoubtedly part of the queer community; I will only refer to them using they/them pronouns until further investigation.
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Earth