Humanity
Happiness contained in a little flower
Interesting to say - maybe to better understanding and identifying this beautiful flower, Calendula is also known as Marigold. For me, to be eating flowers u had to turn into a rabbit, big long ears and be hopping everywhere. Be soft and fluffy snd cute to anybody, specially kids.
By Chacha Jaramillo3 years ago in Earth
To The Shark
She’s insecure, she’s scared, too timid to go on. A figure shrouded in a dark halo of serene deep blue, the depths of the ocean contained in one loney aura. She can feel the weight of it, pushing and pulling like a seductive tide, rocking her to sleep, jolting her awake when its cold fingers claw its way into her throat. She wants to understand it, to control it, but its crushing pressure that has no physical mass is too complex, too wild to own.
By Olivia Gyuran3 years ago in Earth
Hunger
My perception blurs as the cold water flows around me. Eyes dead ahead, watching every movement with eager anticipation. Small fish bump into me, but I pay no attention to their tiny bodies. I can feel the burning need to fuel my body as my insides scream for food.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Earth
End of the World
We were the only survivors. There were 62 of us that survived. One minute the world was there above us, that is before the silence hit. I was working as a plasma scientist at the Homestake Mine in South Dakota. The mine is home to one of the largest underground xenon detectors in the world. The detector is literally buried a mile beneath the Earth in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The mine was built to study dark matter and hunt for particles that could help explain the “Big Bang” event that gave birth to our universe. The experiments we conduct are spearheaded by an 815-pound xenon detector primed for particle detection deep below the Earth.
By JENNY A. TIBBETTS3 years ago in Earth
Empire of Dust
The dust cloud stretches over the dreary, ominous evening sky. At least I believe it is the evening since the hour of darkness is the norm, and the warm breeze brushing against human skin is a luxury. I take my daughter's hand as we both march towards the dim light sparked from candles like seas of stars surrounding the old wretched willow tree. As we get closer, the crowd begins to gather. Our hands tightly entwined while I navigate towards the front of the crowd, yet as the sea multiplies, we are crushed in its folding arms. Rest upon brittle tree branches lies a group of vigilant eyes, red sultry lips, and large prying ears that act as presidents of this holy event. They are known as the watcher, the guardians of Dominion.
By Nutchaya Noradechanunt3 years ago in Earth