short story
The Quiet Mr. Curtis
The rosary in her hands comforted her a little, but just a little. Lucy Chow finally unclasped her hands and put the rosary in a little plastic bag near her computer. She was done asking Mother Mary to send help. Mary must be totally busy, and has forgotten all about me, Lucy grumbled to herself as she helped herself to another cup of percolated coffee.
By C C Farley3 years ago in Earth
A Tale of Two Fledglings
I grace each tree with a flash of color as I soar through the forest. Lowering my tail, I use my wings to oppose the current, slowing down, grasping a branch with my feet. The rest of my flock arrive, and we settle down after a morning of foraging by the river bank.
By Anjula Evans3 years ago in Earth
The River
Drip. Drip, Drip. Rain dangles from heavy branches of a tree to be released into the river below. Drip. Drip. Drip. Tiny droplets, consumed by a constantly moving fluid being, always heading in the same direction. As they fall into its eddy, reunited with the Source, droplets get carried away on the rhythmic currents. Clouds overhead have broken apart, to reveal sunbeams casting sparkling glares on the water’s serene surface. Deer shake themselves and drink from the cool river, hooves sliding on a muddy bank. Taking the next step closer to their salvation, murky liquid swirls around in the same way a person might stir cream into a cup of coffee. The constant babbling against stones sings through the forest. Steady wings cut through the air.
By Dannielle Nelson3 years ago in Earth
Thoughts About The Seasons — Fall Is Here
I can hear the raindrops. It is subtle and comforting. I close my eyes and just focus on the raindrop-by-drop as they are coming down. I open my front door and stand there for a moment. I feel the cool October morning breeze on my skin. I put my hand out and, I can feel the raindrops on my fingers. It is cold but not too cold. I noticed my fuchsia baskets have some ripened berries. I pick some berries to eat. That’s my morning treat.
By Gabriella Korosi3 years ago in Earth
Friendly Invaders
It started on a Saturday afternoon. The weather was beautiful, the sun rays showed their amazing play on the surrounding evergreens. I was standing by the kitchen sink, washing dishes, and was looking out on the window. I knew something was out of place. I was not sure what it was at first. I slowly closed the faucet, the water stopped running. Stillness. For a minute I was just standing there looking out of the window. I heard them before I saw them. It is not something I seen before, so I was unsure what was really going on. I just stood still with a million thoughts running through my head. What it that sound? My body just moved like if it knew that I had to do. I went to investigate. Took a closer look. I went outside to the front porch. Walked to the side of the house and stopped. Here they were. Many of them. Buzzing around happily by our roof. Their little wings flopping enthusiastically, exploring, checking out the place. I have to say it was the perfect spot for them. I was standing there trying to count how many. I think it was about 50 or maybe a 100 to start with. I was just standing there watching them. I was not sure what kind they were; I was just hoping that they were friendly. I knew that this was lucky in a way, we do need them, and their numbers have been declining for a while. They are in danger from so many things. I intuitively knew that this was also a problem, and also that I need to try to save them.
By Gabriella Korosi3 years ago in Earth
The Scarlet Spirit
When Nolan was little, he loved animals. His room was filled with creatures of all sorts. Elephants spun around his cradle, giraffes danced on his wallpaper. He made it as clear as possible, to everyone he met, that animals were the most important thing in the world to him.
By Taqira Elliott3 years ago in Earth
Stories of Disaster
“Make sure that every fish gets enough feed. You’ll need to disperse the pellets a bit more to not concentrate them all in one spot. Here let me show you.” Grabbing the satchel of fish food, the foreman sowed it as if it were seeds in a field, and the worker watched intently as the fish gobbled up their meal.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Earth
The Scarlet Macaw's Secret
Before dawn, we find a spot on the bridge between two likely patches of forest. It's a good place to watch for the Scarlet Macaws flying from one area of good habitat in the Chiquibul National Park to the other. Or, rather, it will be a good place when the fog clears.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Earth