short story
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 Foster3 years ago in Earth
I'm Just a Little Clownfish
So I woke up this morning after only about three and a half bubbles of sleep. There was too much on my mind again. Too many problems to solve, other fish to please. I was feeling extra grumpy. Wow. Another day drowning in my sorrows. I thought to myself 'Why can't I feel like Barry feels every day?' I know he looks grumpy and nasty, being a Barracuda and all, but trust me; he's just so peaceful all of the time! Anyway, I got out of bed, tidied my anemone, because you know, tidy anemone, tidy mind etc. I was going to make an egg for my wife's breakfast, but then remembered that she wouldn't be happy eating her own offspring. Then I also remembered that I'm broke and don't have a wife.
By Agapē NowHere3 years ago in Earth
Deep Dive: The Last One
10th Grade Historical Report: The Dawn of the Aquatic Age By: Elonia Markie Date of submission: 28 July 7021 Submerged under water the aquami people grew accustomed to their new underwater lives in the year c. 4020. They lived in their own submarine homes with their families. Over time they developed mutations that allowed them to bring forth a new human species that was capable of surviving underwater. They were called homo aquamanti otherwise known as aquami. They were able to develop intricate systems of communication through the water. To travel between underwater countries there were above-level ports where they could catch a water plane for short trips or boats for elongated ones. They built skyscrapers made of a special kind of synthetic non-corrosive metal that was anchored into the most shallow parts of the Earth’s ocean, which had previously been known as deserts to the human species before. These were dry, hot, arid areas with little to no water. The cities were built in the ocean with their bottom floors submerged below sea level. As you go up the buildings, past the tenth floor, it is completely dry as it is the first floor completely above sea level. That’s where the most wealthy, powerful homo aquamantis live and work. It is also where most governments position themselves in specially marked buildings.
By Vonnie Posnakidis3 years ago in Earth
She's a shark
The story begins on the docks of the beautiful Atlantic. A shark attack occurred for the first time in 20 years. By the time the coast guards could get involved, the head and torso of the young man only remained. One of the two coast guards jumped in the water to remove the remains. As the guard got ready to enter the boat, a shark was approaching quickly. The guard on the boat instantly shot the shark with an arrow. The shark was no longer moving, and his fin began to disappear into the water. As the guard in the water goes back on the boat, he says, “Oh boy, we better fish that shark out and get those headache pills ready, you know Mary going to have something to say.” The other guard laughs and replies, “Nets already ready, don’t need to say her name twice. We had no choice. She cannot say anything.” Once the shark was on board, they headed to shore, where Mary was already waiting.
By Jessica A. Fox3 years ago in Earth
Wide Blue Expanse
There were stories passed down from our ancestors, stories of a wide blue expanse, buffeted by wind, teaming with life, where natural predators were rare. We swam as far and as fast as the waves and currents would take us. We rested when the hunt drained our energy, rested when the storms raged across the water, rested when the current slowed our frenzied progress. Then we hunted, our dominance spreading over miles, our presence felt in the tremors of the water rushing behind us. Nothing that swam in the deep was safe from our gaze, fish fueled us, and we devastated shoals from coastline to inlet. Our ancestors hunted together, the water bore our numbers and swallowed our refuse. Then as the stories go, solitude became our path, each to their own waters, their own territory, their own beaches with sandy shores and slow currents. Those were the stories, the ones that we felt in our bones, behind our eyes, deep in our souls.
By Kavi Warrick3 years ago in Earth
The Greatest White Shark
It washed in with the morning tide and was left behind on the pebbled shore. The Boy found it while searching for creatures to befriend. Just yesterday he helped welcome the starfish to its new home on the underbelly of the big grey rock—much to the disdain of the boulder’s oldest resident: Mr. Octopus, who did not appreciate the presence of a new neighbor no matter how many arms they had. However, The Boy didn’t make it to the big grey rock today. Instead he was halted by a perplexing discovery.
By Eden Scrafford3 years ago in Earth
The Last Pear Tree
"A tree truly does give life," Camilla asserted to herself, as she walked toward the lone pear tree near the edge of their mountain compound. Her sandals crunched on the dry soil, to the beat of the groans from her shrunken stomach. A buzzard soared in a wide circle above her, waiting patiently for dying prey. Camilla shaded her eyes with her hands and looked up, "Vultures and buzzards are the only creatures to thrive, during this world-wide drought."
By Karla Bowen Herman3 years ago in Earth