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Most recently published stories in Earth.

Nin Ninna
*ACT 1* Leaving North Carolina to start a new life in Missouri seemed like my only choice at the time. Robin, my oldest, was still in middle school, Sofia was just a few months old and Jay, my middle child still had asthma then, and a lurking congenital defect that would show its ugly face the very next year.
By *LILIAN BLU*4 years ago in Earth
Fire in the night
You wouldn’t think that a town in a state halfway down the east coast would be so cold tonight. But here it was, it was freezing, the damp parts of the earth iced over. The breath of anything moving and hustling in the clear air created misty puffs of condensation. “What did that boy call it? Smoke, that’s right the Rennard boy called it smoke, but it wasn’t. I know what smoke is, smoke comes with fire, and fire brings the burning.” High in the tree the old barn owl contemplated the night, slowly rotating her head. “Burning,” sense memory of smoke and heat filled the owl’s mind. She had lived in this area since she was a chick, seen many people come and go, but she had only seen one house fire.
By Ben Underwood4 years ago in Earth
Angel of the Oilfields
Shane didn’t believe me. We had covered over 200 miles just since sunrise and the fact that he had run out of coffee didn’t make his surly disposition any more affable. Even if he had been in a better mood, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was the “FNG” as the others called me: Fucking New Guy. My opinion simply didn’t matter.
By SJ Howe4 years ago in Earth
The Lost Hope
The Lost Hope A short story by Sunny Iacono The year is 2179, and humans' neglect and disregard for nature has come to the point where there is no hope for humanity or any life on earth for that matter. The skies used to be a vibrant blue but have now turned into a rusty brown, filled with intoxicating gasses and sharp pieces of silica dust that will slice your lungs until they fill up with blood. The once rich, and bright green grass has turned to dirt, and the very last bits of it left on this planet will have shriveled up and died by the time you have finished reading this sentence. And the blue oceans that were responsible for life itself, that humans could go to and play cheerfully for hours at a time, cooling themselves from the heat is now gone, and you will be lucky if you find a single grimy puddle. The humans have extra water stored in tanks, and live underground in bunkers like moles, hiding from the sunlight until they die. They took farm animals to breed and harvest, and others to use for an ecosystem while leaving the rest of us out here to die, from their mess.
By Sunny Iacono4 years ago in Earth
Waking Up In Earth's 2020's . Top Story - January 2022.
I dreamt of coho salmon and secrets. Of the tide going out and a world drained dry. The ghosts of mighty rivers, lakes, and oceans howled naked in great craters; existing now only to those left to remember. Bottoms of former bodies of water lay bare, while a few red coho could be seen shining like stars in the muck. I scrambled down the steep trough to scoop up and return the stranded fish to the water, if I could ever find it again. Fat, stunningly beautiful fish wriggled in my embrace. My arms became slippery, and adorned with dark red scales. Scales the colour of spent venous blood returning to a heart.
By April Bencze4 years ago in Earth
Purple Royalty
If you would like to get me a gift, please consider the colour purple. Well, I'll accept gifts in any colour of course. I'd be excited about gifts in shades of pink. I'll happily accept red too. But a gift in purple goes deep to the deepest part of my heart. It's my favourite colour. And I'll tell you why. It's all because of one tree.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Earth
Alternative Livelihood
It’s early Monday morning and Charlotte Smith is given the new product to use which was spoken to her about earlier. As she opened the bottle she smiled. The first thing she liked was the smell of the new floor cleaner she was given by her supervisor, to clean the floors, on her morning shift, at the Atlantic Regional Medical Centre, Atlantic City - US.
By Anupam Chanda4 years ago in Earth
Beautyful Birds
Of all the birds of our groves and meadows, the Boblink was the envy of my boyhood. He crossed my path in the sweetest weather, and the sweetest season of the year, when all nature called to the fields, and the rural feeling throbbed in every bosom; but when I, luckless urchin! was doomed to be mewed up, during the livelong day, in that purgatory of boyhood, a school-room. It seemed as if the little varlet mocked at me, as he flew by in full song, and sought to taunt me with his happier lot. Oh, how I envied him! No lessons, no tasks, no hateful school; nothing but holiday, frolic, green fields, and fine weather. Had I been then more versed in poetry, I might have addressed him in the words of Logan to the cuckoo:
By shiv4 years ago in Earth
The Birds of Spring
My quiet residence in the country, aloof from fashion, politics, and the money market, leaves me rather at a loss for important occupation, and drives me to the study of nature, and other low pursuits. Having few neighbors, also, on whom to keep a watch, and exercise my habits of observation, I am fain to amuse myself with prying into the domestic concerns and peculiarities of the animals around me; and, during the present season, have derived considerable entertainment from certain sociable little birds, almost the only visitors we have, during this earl part of the year.
By shiv4 years ago in Earth
Barn Owl
I was stuck. In between a rock and a ridged place. I was prey to great eyes that scanned my environment. Writhing to peel myself away from my plight. Lungs burning from exertion. Above, she lurked. I could hear the scratching on the beam about me as she paced. Those eyes. I knew those huge dark eyes would be watching. I knew she would be listening for my breath, for my squirm.
By Rohann Chas Coffey4 years ago in Earth
Birds
Green meadows and brown furrowed fields re-appearing: The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore,And cloud-cleaving geese to the lakes are a-steering; When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing, When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing,
By shiv4 years ago in Earth
Here Is Why You Should Emphasize Using Cloth Bags
If you want to contribute to achieving the earth's sustainability, start at home and in a very basic way, by carrying cloth bags. The usage of this sort of bag has several environmental and human benefits. Using cloth bags in Dubai can help in waste management problems as they have a significant environmental impact since they are reusable and composed of renewable materials. They are, without a doubt, a superior eco-friendly alternative to typical plastic bags.
By Ricky Johnson4 years ago in Earth