Humanity
Tears and Dust
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I am looking at his face with my own eyes. It lasts for only a moment before the prickling wave of emotion grips my throat and blurs my vision as tears gush forth unhindered. My body starts to tremble within the coarse fabric of my strafe suit, and I sink to my knees in the dust. Great pulses of long suppressed memories wrack my body with sobs as overwhelming sorrow, mixed with inexplicable joy, struggles to break free. I feel my eyelashes catch as I try to blink, unseeing, through the flood of tears. I let myself go, rolling onto my side and surrendering to the unstoppable tide of grief, the catalyst of my pain still clutched in my gloved hand.
By Lincoln Young5 years ago in Earth
The Sickness
I tread lightly across the forest floor, not wanting to disturb the crisp brown leaves from their resting place after falling from the canopy of trees above. It was the kind of place that had the potential to be beautiful. Branches perfect for the sun to creep through, creating shadows that dance through the foliage as the breeze bounces over the greenery. The potential however, would never be realized. The years for the sun to break through the clouds and warm the earth were long over, and the trees would never again be full and green. This thought used to leave me unsettled, but like with most things, time took over and my spirit became hardened to such feelings.
By Avary Hague5 years ago in Earth
Among Young Maple Trees
The day dawned crisp and clear. It was a cloudless sky, and the sun rose high above the compound. Even with the slight breeze that came with the unspoiled day, soon, the heatwaves would sweep the area, and they would need to retreat inside. Mornings like this were rare around this time of the year, and so, Janine and Vita decided to head out to the place they discovered together when they first relocated here. It was a small patch in the woods, filled with a cluster of young maple trees, that had begun growing out again. It was the one stretch of greenery that felt astir with life; the rest appeared almost barren and desolate as one would usually see in an average winter. For Janine, it was an untouched part of the disordered world they had now come to gain.
By Chloe Verhoef5 years ago in Earth
Beauty Behind It All
The end of the world as we had known it wasn’t a simple task to complete. It wasn’t my task but my take on it was that the shadows of our sad souls were too gloomy to manifest salvation in safe ways. Safe ways would have involved creating a safer law scheme that included laws that would be in the energy of the world where these laws would never be able to break due to the preventions that the energy holds. Morality needed in all peoples where we as a whole human race set aside our differences for the sake of the planet. It was too late for that. The sake of our planet was in our hands and those holding us down under never concluded the fact that the end was ever so close. Closer than anyone could have assumed. It was a spontaneous happening and it wasn’t scary alone but more than that and more frightening, more than screech blaring madness, and more than horrible of a mess that had left us dead.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Earth
If a Tree Falls...
Thwack... thwack... thwack... thwack Ugh, here it is at last. I suppose millions before me he had to look down at two supposedly intelligent bipeds taking turns swinging axes into their trunks, but for a fully conscious tree it really could have been quite traumatic if it weren’t for my accepting my fate years ago. At least I don’t have nerves. I do feel bad for the recently dispatched human in a tie dyed coverall a few yards away though. Why does my inner monologue sound like Alan Rickman?
By David Henry5 years ago in Earth
Can We Sew Peace by Morning
It's a different kind of war, mostly hidden, yet right in front of our noses. And every body is on the front lines. Back in 2003 when war with Iraq began, I was troubled with the thought, "Not another war," as I lay down to sleep. Had I not made my young children become "conscientious objectors" back in the 1970's when the Vietnam war was in full force? Had not the veterans of World War I, in 1914, fought what they thought would be "the last war ever fought?" And the Civil War before that; Oh my God! Do we ever learn from our history? When I woke up in the morning, I made this quilt of women "sewing" their hopes and dreams into a new world, the sun of a new day rising and their prayers showing in their faces as they sew, the fringe showing that the world they dream of is not yet complete.
By Carol Bridges5 years ago in Earth
