Humanity
Lemons
Her little hands squeezed the lemons as hard as she could. She could barely get a drop out. “Maybe I'm not strong enough?” She thought to herself and turned to look at the door. Always looking at the door. Waiting ⎼hoping for someone⎼ her mother to come home. But it had been too many days and even though her heart was still broken she had already cried out all of her tears. Even so, she never stopped longing to see her. Wishing she'd open the door, yet no one came. She had eaten all of the crackers and much of the jam that was left in the cupboards. There was still a rather large box of dried raisins and some other items. Being left alone eating snacks left her feeling drained even though she wasn't hungry. She had seen a lot over the past few years. And it seemed to catch up to her. For the last few months she had been having night terrors. And ever so often her hands would tremble. She never knew why.
Michael WeilPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Rainbow Star People
Even though my hidden identity comes from the lineage of the Rainbow Star Tribe no one would ever know that I am any different from anyone else from this world.
Angelina PapasPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Matter Transforming Machine
Billions of rays cut into the core of life, into its genes, like glass piercing flesh. They spark in the air and light up the horizon with a sickly glimmer whose color defies exact description. It is a heat that rots blood and bone. Its source flows through rivers, seeps from power stations, and drifts through the air carried on particles of dust that catch the red light of a falling sun and dimly glow like so many dying stars.
The Day The World Came To An End
The afternoon of the day before yesterday, at about 3.30 in the afternoon, I heard the sound of a helicopter above my house. Then I heard another, and another, and another.....there were six in total flying around in big circles over a period of two hours on the East side of Tokyo. I was curious to say the least and could only presume that it was perhaps something to do with the Olympics. Oh that it was, oh that it was.
Adam EvansonPublished 3 years ago in EarthHere is where we end, and where we meet again
It's a shallow ringing in her ears, a haunted take of a life that once was dancing around like fragments in her head. She's reaching, pulling for the surface but yet completely exasperated from her troubles… her troubles from this world and what happens next.
Doomsday Diary
Nirgal, 18th Thrassa, 348 Tomorrow is another monthly meeting. This one can’t come soon enough, though. The Agents have been on my case ever since I mentioned the gold necklace to Maria. She must be a fink. I thought I could trust her.
Yolanda JohnstonPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Big Show
The Big Show June 28th, 2021 As we neared the end of the world, it seemed that nobody noticed or even cared. It was business as usual, and the sound of endless beeping became a familiar sound as the final hour approached.
David KatzPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Gifts of Malum
Since time began, Mother Nature saw to the balance of all life in the universe. All was well, until an entity named Malum discovered the existence of Earth, and man. To gain their trust, he imitated their form and appeared before them, bearing what he tricked man into believing were four gifts; Greed, malice, hate, and power. Unknowing, man accepted his gifts, by so doing, allowed these forces into the hearts of every member of their race, corrupting their very nature.
Sarah SmothersPublished 3 years ago in EarthArcani
Once upon a time there was no time. Then suddenly there were all sorts of things like H20, gas and minerals. While each element is what holds the balance of life, I am in favor of the rocks.
Anala VieamantePublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Key to Everything
The Key To Everything Obsideon woke to the shrill sound of an alarm. Through bleary eyes he reached out to smack his phone into oblivion. He patted around blindly, finding that his phone was not the nuisance. “waa the hell” Obsideon mumbled, he checked the time and was bewildered when he saw it was 4:36 in the morning, “Fuckin A” he groaned, this better not be some lame-ass prank his housemate Eve, who was prone to delinquent behavior ever since she drank whiskey from her baby bottle-so the story goes, was up to. The alarm was still screaming for justice when he whipped the covers off. “EVE TURN THIS SHIT OFF”. Obsideon listened for a moment to see if his bellow reached Eve’s ears on the top floor of the loft they shared. After a moment or two of no response he decided the only way to end the madness was to stop it at its source. He threw on a pair of shorts and prepared for the invasion when something made him pause, why would Eve be behind this when it would affect her too? That is not how that woman operates, Obsideon thought humorlessly. One way or another he would find who was causing this mayhem, and there would be hell to pay. His fury would only be quelled by compensation of his choosing, preferably in the form of Eve’s coveted Edibles’ or better yet a case of the liquid gold he called Miller Highlife. He practically slipped on his own saliva as he stormed up the stairs. Victory would be his.
Creice Vere Emrin ValetiPublished 3 years ago in EarthHeart of the Turtle
As I lay there my mind swims through thoughts. I feel the cool dark earth on my bare skin. The deep lake blue tarp that covers my lean to waves in the warm breeze. Memories of my childhood in Michigan floods in. Water is a common counterpart to these memories. Rock hunting agates and swimming in icy Lake Superior. Watching freightors pass by along the banks of the Detroit River sounding their bellowing horns. Heads bobbing up and down in the waves of Lake Michigan. Endless hours of underwater handstands and pretending to be a mermaid in pools, lakes...water.
Kayleigh CullenPublished 3 years ago in EarthAnyway, I'm Sarah
They say, “An asteroid obliterated the dinosaurs, and war caused the collapse of Rome.” However, Earth and its inhabitants are resilient. We always rebuild. We always advance. So, why is it that in the year 2029, I’m writing my final words on an old piece of cardboard by candlelight? It’s not just because the crazed men upstairs, who threw me in this damp cellar, were kind enough to give me a candle. It’s not just because whoever died in this rat infested hell before me left a broken pencil. No, it all started with the bees. Bees!