short story
The Swing
Sometimes I wonder why. Why the sky is blue for the most part, why not always a rainbow? Why the oceans are different colors from lakes and rivers, yet they are all interconnected, at least I think they are. There are a million "why" questions. They are never-ending. Just like the cycle of life seems to be never-ending.
By Kimberly McCune 4 years ago in Earth
Anthozoa
I remember the first day of 2nd grade like it was yesterday. My family and I had just moved to Florida because of my dad’s job. New school. New kids. New life. I was nervous, shy, and naïve about the world around me. But as soon as I stepped into Mrs. Motts’ room, my uncertainty was quickly replaced with curiosity.
By Abigail Brokaw4 years ago in Earth
Rain Forests & Natural Order
Rain Forests Trees are vital for the Earth's air. Some trees are common, some are quite rare. For forest health, we truly care. Each forest has a unique effect. The Earth's forests we must protect. It may surprise what we detect. Some are rugged silent & still. Rain forests, our senses they fill. The Earth's forests we must not kill. We cherish Earth’s tropical rain. Vast groups of life it does maintain. Untold secrets we do contain. Let’s preserve tropical forests. Forest health’s in our best interest. Let’s consider our descendants. Our rain forests are amazing. Our importance we are raising. I love a tropic sun blazing!
By David Duran 4 years ago in Earth
Dixie's Friend
We moved to the farm when I was only 5. I believe that to be the perfect age because I was so full of questions and curiousity. It was a 20 acre farm with a huge red barn and there was a babbling brook that ran beside the barn and the house and then under the road thru a huge metal pipe. Momma would take me out with her to do chores every morning and would occasionally let me wander. I would always go with her to the chicken coop, because I loved feeding the chickens to make them leave their nests so we could get their eggs! It was fun being so careful and putting the eggs in momma's basket without breaking them. Then momma always let me break them when we were making breakfast. SO FUN! As long as I didn't break any, momma would let me go to the barn to find poppa and let him know we were going in to make breakfast. He was always feeding the horse and cow. And then would milk the cow to bring in milk for breakfast. This one morning I spotted something move very high up in the barn. "What was that, Pappa?" I asked. "That is our barn owl. He gets rid of mice, rats and harmful snakes for us." he answered. "But stay clear of him, because they have a very sharp beak and claws. And he doesn't know you". I ran into the house as quickly as my little legs would carry me.
By T. K. Wilson4 years ago in Earth
Hooo!
Picture it, South Omaha, Nebraska. Don’t ask me the year because I really don’t know. What I DO know is there have been many an instance where the wildlife in Nebraska scared the bejezus outta me. From a barn owl on my fence during a smoke break to black squirrels with attitudes, and finally the unidentifiable mammal wrapped around my tire.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Earth
Little Seal
My brothers and sisters are strong. I am told we traversed the plains, even beyond the horizon where pink converges blue and expands into the great white heavens. I have no memory of this journey, but Grandfather says I have strength in my bones and that bones carry memories, so I am strong too. Most days, Grandmother boils willow bark and qulliq, which heal my lungs. My brother Nanook is growing the fastest; he is getting muscles and often pummels us younger ones to the ground to wrestle and Grandmother yells “get off Little Seal!” I laugh so hard I can’t breathe. That’s what grandmother calls me, Little Seal.
By Nicole Mitchell4 years ago in Earth
Little Seal
My brothers and sisters are strong. I am told we traversed the plains, even beyond the horizon where pink converges blue and expands into the great white heavens. I have no memory of this journey, but Grandfather says I have strength in my bones and that bones carry memories, so I am strong too. Most days, Grandmother boils willow bark and qulliq, which heal my lungs. My brother Nanook is growing the fastest; he is getting muscles and often pummels us younger ones to the ground to wrestle and Grandmother yells “get off Little Seal!” I laugh so hard I can’t breathe. That’s what grandmother calls me, Little Seal.
By Nicole Mitchell4 years ago in Earth
Little Seal
My brothers and sisters are strong. I am told we traversed the plains, even beyond the horizon where pink converges blue and expands into the great white heavens. I have no memory of this journey, but Grandfather says I have strength in my bones and that bones carry memories, so I am strong too. Most days, Grandmother boils willow bark and qulliq, which heal my lungs. My brother Nanook is growing the fastest; he is getting muscles and often pummels us younger ones to the ground to wrestle and Grandmother yells “get off Little Seal!” I laugh so hard I can’t breathe. That’s what grandmother calls me, Little Seal.
By Nicole Mitchell4 years ago in Earth
Inside and Out Life in the Islands
An Inside out Look at Life in the Islands Life in the Pacific Islands presents an interesting dynamic between law, culture, poverty and many other quirky things in between. Let’s take a journey and see just how special one particular place can be.
By Lyndsey Wilson4 years ago in Earth
The Esky
Caleb and Jarrad tilted the esky onto the grass, careful not to splash the contents onto themselves. The liquid glided smoothly from the tub, striking the grass below before taking its time to settle into patches of dirt. Once the pair had pushed the now empty esky to the back of Jarrad’s ute, Caleb lit up a cigarette and walked away in quiet contemplation, leaving Jarrad to gather the remaining components alone. His gaze zoned in on the missing cat poster clinging to his neighbour’s bins.
By Rye Taylor4 years ago in Earth
The Esky
Caleb and Jarrad tilted the esky onto the grass, careful not to splash the contents onto themselves. The liquid glided smoothly from the tub, striking the grass below before taking its time to settle into patches of dirt. Once the pair had pushed the now empty esky to the back of Jarrad’s ute, Caleb lit up a cigarette and walked away in quiet contemplation, leaving Jarrad to gather the remaining components alone. His gaze zoned in on the missing cat poster clinging to his neighbour’s bins.
By Rye Taylor4 years ago in Earth
