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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 Posnakidis4 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. Fox4 years ago in Earth
A Guide To Indoor Gardening – For New Plant Parents
I am someone who has always dreamt of having a dream home with lush green plants everywhere. That's how I pictured my dream home, with lively aesthetics, something that would just boost my mood the second I would walk in!
By John Smith4 years ago in Earth
A Shark Under the Tree
Visiting a predominantly Catholic country when you're trying to skip Christmas altogether isn't the best strategy. Unfortunately, that fact didn't hit Shelley until the resort's concierge escorted her to an ocean view room. A temporary holiday-themed sign on the door read: "Habitacion Grande del Noche de Paz." Translation: The Silent Night Suite.
By CK Wetherill 4 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 Elwyn4 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 Scrafford4 years ago in Earth
Stitching Wings
I stitch wings and bones together with wire. I taught myself basic taxidermy, when I first began raising chickens. I am a Chef, and a farmer. At one point in my career of running kitchens, ordering ingredients, and writing menus, I realized the damage done by commercial agriculture, and I wished to make a difference in the world. I began studying sustainable agriculture in a community college, and learned about a man by the name of Joel Salatin. He is a pioneer in the world of poly phase farming. He stresses the importance of whole animal philosophy.
By Yess Bryce4 years ago in Earth
Trees of green
I’m from Upstate New York, the southern central part along the Pennsylvania border. The very first memories I have of my valley are the rolling hills that surround it, and the trees that cover them. They form a delicate wood filled with lush green undergrowth and several varieties of endearing little animals who inhabit it. And at home, my mother’s large garden produced an abundance of vegetables and flowers which kept both our bodies and souls fed.
By Mary Ann Callahan4 years ago in Earth
