short story
Past the Point of No Return
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The cryptic remark kept sifting through Karri’s thoughts as she abandoned the council. Concluding a long and dire meeting, the elder scribe had turned to her - as she often did - and shared yet another small, indiscernible piece of a puzzling narrative that surrounded the Valley’s origins.
By Jenna Sedi4 years ago in Earth
Gaia's Grievances
I woke up in a cold sweat again. My body was half in, half out of the blankets, my nylon shorts riding up my thigh in a desperate attempt to cool my overheated skin. My shirt was glued to my back, my long blonde hair bleached with perspiration as if I had taken a shower the night before.
By Charleigh Justice4 years ago in Earth
Red Berry and the Fire Spirits
Many years ago, when the world was still young, and the land from beyond the valley had not yet filled with the many tribes of man, there was the First Tribe of man, and their story, our story, began in distance valley. Our first home.
By Charlene Moorehead4 years ago in Earth
To Be Loved By Sunshine
I could lay here blissfully for the rest of my life. The smell of dirt and grass filled my nostrils. A light breeze running through my hair. I could feel it through my eyelashes. Lifting away the hardships of the past several years. I breathed it all in, I breathed in life for the first time since I was a child. Remembering what it was that I loved about the countryside. Away from the desks and computers, the people, the constant clatter of machinery slaving away.
By Hayden N Bell4 years ago in Earth
The Woods
The olden wooden bridge echoed each step as the heel of my black leather boots tapped the slats that stretched the width of the winter river below. As I walked, my slender piano fingers glided over the splintered railing to the rhythm of the rushing water underfoot. Extended fingers searched for the smooth silvery heads of the nails amidst the weathered splintered planks. With each needle-sharp snag, my hand jumped slightly to avoid sticking myself.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Earth
Twilight
I watched as the beaten-up paddock Ute drove down the dusty road, carrying my Ella and our kelpie pup inside. Those same wheels that would go fetch lost sheep was now town-bound, towards safety. I wanted to go, and I knew I should have, but I couldn't lose the house, not like this.
By Estella Stepic4 years ago in Earth
How High's The Water
It was a warm and sunny afternoon in April. We knew our rainy season was approaching but it wasn’t here yet. At least, not according to the meteorologists. Florida’s rainy season is supposed to begin June first of each year and just like our hurricane season, end on November first of each year. A meteorologist will also predict our water levels.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Earth
Unforgettable Experiences
Remember being young and listening to your parents' conversations? Remember listening in and shaking your head in disbelief? I was one of those kids who loved listening to my parents' conversations, and I always thought they were exaggerating; there was no way. Sometimes they were exaggerating others; they were under exaggerating. I remember being eight-years-old listening to my mom and her friends talk about earthquakes, and I was like, earthquakes? What is that? They told me it's when the earth would shake due to sudden movements along the faults of the earth. Eight-year-old me was like this one of their over-exaggeration stories. There's no way the earth could shake; just crazy. Then, a year later, on January 12, 2010, everything went down, literally!
By Lyn Saint Cyr4 years ago in Earth
