Humanity
Sky Spy
I remember feeling a sense of dread as I looked up at the multiple shades of grey above me before quickly removing the heart-shaped locket from in front of my eye. The locket had been customized exactly to my liking, as any of us could do if we wanted to pay a little extra. It was a glittery, almost ethereal rose gold with pearls etched along the outline of the small, delicate heart-shaped diamond. These were our lifelines--we could not lose them (we’ll get into what happened if we did lose them later). The lockets kept us connected with each other and with what was happening around us. The weather seemed to be getting worse, and it was probably a good idea to head inside. The last thing I had wanted was to be carried away in a large gust of wind right before my high school senior prom. Before I have to go...up there. It was my only chance to experience something normal; something that people in the past used to be able to enjoy--something we haven’t enjoyed here on Earth in a long time. Priorities were different in 2410 and the community of Edenview definitely was eventful, but not in a good way. For a while, things had been normal. Chaotic, but structured. Safe, but boring. I remember sitting at my desk in my room with a pen, doing my daily journal entry. I felt so stuck and I didn’t understand the point of life. I still do and I still don’t. We’ve had a routine, but we’ve never relaxed or took the time to have fun. It was all about working. We all had our own roles to play. Once you turned eighteen, you were instructed to be a fly-er, meaning you had to partake in daily tasks 15,000 at the minimum in the air (more experienced fly-ers go as high as 45,000 feet--we’ll get to how later). You would think that in the future, the population would be less--however, it had actually increased overtime and it was majorly overpopulated. Life was more...intense.
By Lena Crowe5 years ago in Earth
"Thank You"
The storm hit in drenching waves, the rain pummeling her skin, sharp as needles. A respite from the boiling heat for the first few drops, alarm replaced relief as muddy rivulets raced down the decrepit road before her. The current pulled on her ankles, and then her shins in short order.
By Nancy Nies5 years ago in Earth
Tragically Speaking
The craziest part about being crazy is that you’re not “crazy” but you are actually in fact completely sane and have dealt with all of life’s imperfections to such a limit where it interferes with your stability and outlook on life. Which causes the result of being looked or frowned upon as being a crazy being. I’m afraid to admit this but I am so sane it makes my brain shut down and my being too sad to think concept comes into the light. Once again I am writing of global issues and it would be wrong of me to not address them to then see if “anybody” will use my knowledge to benefit the world from the things I have to say. I have to say: it’s not fair that we allow money to conquer the aspects of saving another’s life. I mean when people can’t afford their help not only is it chokeholding their will to live a better life but it is also closing down the possible doors and chances of peace arising in our home of planet earth.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Earth
the Last DNA
How did we get to… the Last DNA the child asked? Rachael began with according to legend early in the 21 st century a teacup chihuahua named Mr. Jolly deemed first to bring it to the attention of a Human. Mr. Jolly telepathically stated ‘what Humans call DNA four legged and those with wings calls it scent’. Yep! It’s that simple and how it all began.
By Carin SpottedEagle5 years ago in Earth
Inside Hearts
They were slaughtering chickens that day. Sixteen birds, in fact. It was on the sixth chicken that she cut her hand. Forcing her blade through the throat of the bird, she put too much effort into it, and the wide and excessively strong push slid the blade right through the side of her palm. The importance of every morsel of food in a post apocalyptic world was immeasurable. She stayed in position with the bird as it bled out, holding its head and whispering sweet thanks in prayer to the dying creature. Suddenly impatient, she pulled harder on its head, hoping to open the arteries more and speed up the process. The head came off in her hand, and she felt the intensity vibrate through her body. Surprised, she tossed the head into the blood bucket, and looked at the blood running down her arm, all over her pants and shirt.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Earth
Treasured Hopes
I walked through the wasteland that was once verdant park-lands. Where trees once stood were charred remains with the occasional trunk of a tree still standing, blackened hollows and bare, much like the land they stood upon, wizened fingers pointing towards the blue sky.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Earth
The End's Beginning
The sky banners a beautiful color scheme stretching across the tye dye sky. This is now called home? We walked for weeks before we found refuge in this weathered pole barn. Back home there wasn't much left unrumaged through so we were forced to flee and find clean air here. I took several deep breaths, clenched my mother's heart shaped locket between my finger tips, and lead my friends loudly and proudly with "always moving forward"!
By Amy Kovacs5 years ago in Earth
The Wisdom of Grandmother Tree
When you are a writer and all your inspiration, training and years of putting words on paper are needed to create that next masterpiece, being able to “define” what that creative piece is about is the only place to start. As such, this wordsmith’ed journey begins with defining the word “passion.” Because to answer the question, what are you passionate about? … I need, no, I must start with how I define passion.
By Katherine A. Weir5 years ago in Earth
