Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Earth.
The Red, Blue, and Yellow Plane
“Hey chief, where have you been flying these days?” Dawn spoke on the landline to her former coworker. Dawn, a woman in her seventies, retired years ago. “Remember when you gave me the one-time pass to borrow a plane, no questions asked? Remember when I said I’ll never ask for that? Tomorrow night I need five of the biggest planes from Earth Airlines, and I could use some help flying them.”
By Sone Kramer4 years ago in Earth
Silhouettes of Hope
Taking a step outside, I observe as the luscious, wild grasses encapsulate my feet, tickling me slightly. I bask in the warmth the plants beneath me absorbed from the vibrant sun rays. Lucious and deep forest fill the land to the brim. Logwood, mahogany, and cacao trees flourish everywhere. The environment is all but quiet; cicadas chirp, rustling ensues, birds converse. Humidity is not a bothersome factor for it hydrates the environment. The air is clean and smells as though it was handcrafted to perfectly describe the rainforest. A rainbow of colors is separated amongst the flora and fauna who call this land home, creating a natural painting. Looking above, I see the sun, glowing in its brilliant glory while an endless blue hugs the ball of fire like a blanket. Silhouettes of Scarlet Macaws cover the sky, I admire with astonishment, if only my feet could take me to them. The majestic birds possess every color surrounding me right on their own backs. They, amongst all other fauna, live freely in this untouched land. The ecosystem is uninterrupted. All is how it should be, fully functioning. I could spend all day outside, watching the Macaws fly by to wherever they wish to be, and so I do. I sit until the vines and grasses underneath me feel like cement, daylight diminishes, and a new set of noises take place of the ones heard in the day. The aura of the night changes from what I typically know. Feeling as though I had been seated for centuries, I brush aside the suspicion in my brain and find my way to sleep.
By Torie Lakkis4 years ago in Earth
The Voice of Nature
A moist, Brazilian grove nestled in the shade of the canopy of cathedral like, five hundred year old Dinizia Excelsa’s. At eighty-eight metres, they were easily the tallest rainforest trees that kissed a twisting ridge that provided shade to a valley near Curuná-una, near one of the upper reaches of the Amazon.
By Peter Dennis4 years ago in Earth
The Learning Curve at Work: Solar Energy Has Reached the "Tipping Point" for Wider Application Simply Because It is a Smart, Economic Choice Today
Overview As a strategic management professor and consultant, I have had the opportunity to be in “the room where it happens” on many occasions. Through the years, I have been in the conference rooms and board meetings where corporate leaders have worked through complex issues to make decisions that were far from routine. And on a few occasions, I can safely say that I have been a part of “make or break”-level decisions, strategic choices that could well determine the future of the company and all of the people that depend on it for their livelihoods.
By David Wyld4 years ago in Earth
Heartbreak At Hobbiton
Sitting high up in the horizon skies over Hamilton, New Zealand, I watch over the gathering of my subject, Earthling Seth, and his family and friends. They reside in a cozy, large bungalow heated by a fireplace. The bungalow was surrounded by trees, with morning winter fog rising from the Waikato River.
By Ebony Burns4 years ago in Earth
The Sacred Scroll
Kayleb could start to feel his dark blonde hair start to go slick with oil and sweat. His brain was now foggy with the humidity in the amazon air, water drops clinging to the silvery moustache that had began to grow on his upper lip. The cave was dark, damp, had an earthy smell to it like iron. He had read about the caves in the amazon before, dreamed about coming here and exploring them since his childhood. There had been traces of a humans living in these caves long ago , enticing his mind with what had once been. He had studied them extensively , digging up every article he could on them. The animals of the rainforest drew him to the chase, especially the Scarlett Maccaw. He had revelled in it's beauty - and what it had symbolized , bringing healing through it's colour and light.
By Dawn Michele4 years ago in Earth
A Visit from Scarlet
For someone who has been called “the most indecisive person” by almost all who are close to me, I have always been set on becoming a therapist. Sure enough, it has turned out to be the most rewarding decision of my life. Every day I sit with new people from all walks of life, none of which are like the last, and hear entire life stories from the original source. I get to witness first-hand how their mind works, how they think and form thoughts, and how they communicate those thoughts to me. Though I love it dearly, it’s unfortunately not all rainbows and butterflies. It can be quite taxing to hear of all the troubles people face each day, and it takes years of training and mental exercise to leave those thoughts at work, so it doesn’t affect your own life and happiness. That being said, there are some stories that are just too sad, that are just too depressing, that no matter how much training you have, you can’t seem to forget. For me, I will never forget the story of Scarlet.
By Nate Donlan4 years ago in Earth
