Humanity
Canada Day
Aaniin, ndizhnikaaz Kelsey. Hello, I am called Kelsey. I’m currently living in Ontario which includes land under 46 treaties and other agreements including land purchases made by the Crown signed between 1781 and 1930. Treaties are legally binding agreements between First Nations and federal and provincial governments. There are many different groups that consider parts of Ontario as their traditional territory, including but not limited to: Anishnaabeg, Haudensaunee, Attawandaraon, Ojibway/Chippewa, Huron-Wendat, and Cree. I am grateful to be able to live and work on this land which includes much of Southern Ontario and other provinces in Canada.
By Kelsey Reich3 years ago in Earth
THE CONNECTION
The Connection. “Hopper!... Hopper! “ Mike yelled. Mike is handsome and slender with his beautiful brown eyes and short black hair. He has brains too, which was not typical for boys from the Bronx. Which is exactly why Harper married him. She Loves everything about him, Except how he says her name, it drives her nuts! It’s HARPER, not Hopper. She would always correct him and wished his name was something like “ Vinnie “ or “Tony”. At least then she could have something to work with, but Michale is all she gets.
By Angela Stuhmer3 years ago in Earth
I speak for the plants
I wasn’t new when it came to the world of houseplants but my green thumb was extremely weak. I’d look at a succulent and it would die - a SUCCULENT! How does that even happen? Something that thrives on neglect managed to die on someone who thrives on neglecting things; it didn’t make sense. A bad case of depression hit somewhere around the same time as the pandemic hit; it’s funny how 2020 managed to pull that off for me. I guess I should be somewhat thankful it did because it opened up my mind to the idea of getting more houseplants; there was a bunch of trial and error along the way. I am not here to talk about lost plant pals though; I’m here to talk about Merlin.
By Megan McCullough3 years ago in Earth
The Meteor Conspiracy
I was fourteen when the meteors hit Earth. We didn't have much warning, mere days to figure out a way to preserve the survival of humanity. Unfortunately, most people didn't make it, lost to the fires and the ash that culminated in the atmosphere. My dad, a military man, gained our family access to an underground shelter made for cataclysmic events. He brought my mom, my younger brother, and me with him. My mom died shortly after, the lethal fumes having settled in her lungs beyond hope of recovery. I am now seventeen, still living in the shelter with a mixture of politicians and military members.
By Rory Milligan3 years ago in Earth
Blackberry Summer
She kicked the gravel under her feet, turned her head towards the sky and took a deep breath in. The sun was making its way behind the rubble, before disappearing for the evening. She pulled an old magazine clipping out of her pocket and tried to imagine life then. An ad for The Smoky Mountains National Park from 2019 that showed the sun setting over the mountains which made the sky look like it was on fire. Her grandmother had always told her stories of what life was like before. She would always talk about her mother’s garden and the way the blackberries tasted right off the vine. Yarrow was distracted when she heard her name over the loudspeaker, and it made her jump. She looked up the side of her tower and saw her lieutenant leaning out the window of the 10th floor, waving for her to hurry. Yarrow quickly ran inside to make her way to her post. “What even is a blackberry?” She said to herself as she started to climb the ten flights of stairs.
By Ashley Fairbanks3 years ago in Earth
Clean Earth
Clean Earth This morning Sophie, half asleep, roused as usual by the yowling of Keith the cat, enters the kitchen of her apartment. It’s just another morning until she startles, feeling stings, little pinpricks, on her feet and up her ankles. She looks down.
By Martha Allen3 years ago in Earth