short story
Gardening
Holding the potted marigold close to her chest, she sighed softly. How would she ever find love, at this rate she would end up in prison before she ever ended up in a wedding dress. Let alone have a child with someone; she wondered how people find each other. Is it destiny and everything is laid out in advance? If that was the case she should give up trying, and accept that the damn flower bed was all she would ever have.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Earth
The Year 2100.
An illustrious night had finally come to the moment everyone had been waiting for, the clock strikes midnight, it’s here, the almost unimaginable, year 2100. Waves and waves of people celebrate, streets filled with flashes of light bellowing from incredible firework displays, with children and pets alike in awe. But the big question is on many minds, what will the new century bring? Prosperity? Happiness? Or will the following decades become a shadow of what could have been.
By Jake Haldane5 years ago in Earth
A Glimmer of Hope
The last shark on earth swims through the ocean deep. In the twenty-second century, the ocean is unrecognizable from its former beauty. The colorful coral reefs, once teeming with thousands of marine species, are now deserted and decaying. The ocean’s surface will never gleam a dazzling blue again, now that it is littered with over 600 million tons of plastic, and the sky has become dull and gray. The world’s great oceans, after giving life to infinite marine animals for millennia, are now filthy and dying.
By Hailey Mills5 years ago in Earth
Unknown
The shapeless dark hues of blue and violet in the distance sent Sarah’s imagination into overdrive visualising what could be lurking in the deep, watching. Rock formations in the distance, faintly illuminated by her dive torch played tricks on her mind. She would often run wild with her imagination on these deep dives she does for her research on sperm whales. Running with thoughts like if the coelacanths which were thought long extinct, aren’t, is there any other thought to be extinct species hiding down in the Gulf of Mexico?
By Bradley Knight 5 years ago in Earth
Bebe, Baba, and the Bunch
There he was...sitting there, looking so cute and adorable. I came to this same spot regularly, but I never noticed him before. Was he a local? Perhaps he had come here before but I just didn’t notice him. I wanted to introduce myself but I was busy and he seemed a bit distracted. Maybe I would see him tomorrow.
By Veronica Wanzer5 years ago in Earth
The Cloudy Pacific
The California dream is a golden coastline, glorious water and stress-free living. Only one of those things is true. I found myself desperately missing home as my toes anchored me to the Malibu shoreline. Was this it? Violent, cloudy water? The drive to Will Rogers Beach from my Echo Park apartment had me melting like a popsicle in the driver's seat of my CRV; but somewhere along the Pacific Coast Highway the seasons magically transformed and suddenly it was winter in the dead of July.
By Christy bradley5 years ago in Earth
Healing Sword
I step onto a yard of grass, green and fresh with the rain of the day before, and I press my bare toes into it. I greet the sycamore whose roots coil below before turning to the light of the sun, rising in the east, and the warmth embraces me like a friend missed for some time. Mockingbird perches at the top of the electric pole, preening her feathers in the dawn light before singing her old song, and I quiet my mind to listen. Her songs are indigenous like me, and I always keep my ears tuned for pieces of shared language and stories about the land, and our ancestors which her kind remembers, but my people have forgotten. I take a deep breath and thank God for waking me, and for the cool of the air which I know will not last as the day progresses and the sun’s caress will turn into a harsh beating. I grip the sheath of my sword, draw the blade free and raise it to a sky tinted gold. I present my weapon to the heavens and summon energy from the high cosmos, down to my dimension to course through the tip of my sword, down the length of the gleaming blade and into me. I proceed into movement, wielding my weapon with the surety of an extended limb.
By Jarrad DeGruy5 years ago in Earth
What I have Seen
I was born as the eldest english oaks were dying. My first breath as they felt their last. A bloodthirsty king who chopped down trunks as happily as he discarded wives. The things they had seen put my own experiences to shame. I may have followed the smoky scent of Viking braids, but those trees watched the Romans leave. Drank from rivers annointed by Celtic druids and weathered storms in the company of Ursidae and Wapiti.
By Meg Foster5 years ago in Earth
