short story
The River
Drip. Drip, Drip. Rain dangles from heavy branches of a tree to be released into the river below. Drip. Drip. Drip. Tiny droplets, consumed by a constantly moving fluid being, always heading in the same direction. As they fall into its eddy, reunited with the Source, droplets get carried away on the rhythmic currents. Clouds overhead have broken apart, to reveal sunbeams casting sparkling glares on the water’s serene surface. Deer shake themselves and drink from the cool river, hooves sliding on a muddy bank. Taking the next step closer to their salvation, murky liquid swirls around in the same way a person might stir cream into a cup of coffee. The constant babbling against stones sings through the forest. Steady wings cut through the air.
By Dannielle Nelson4 years ago in Earth
Thoughts About The Seasons — Fall Is Here
I can hear the raindrops. It is subtle and comforting. I close my eyes and just focus on the raindrop-by-drop as they are coming down. I open my front door and stand there for a moment. I feel the cool October morning breeze on my skin. I put my hand out and, I can feel the raindrops on my fingers. It is cold but not too cold. I noticed my fuchsia baskets have some ripened berries. I pick some berries to eat. That’s my morning treat.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Earth
Friendly Invaders
It started on a Saturday afternoon. The weather was beautiful, the sun rays showed their amazing play on the surrounding evergreens. I was standing by the kitchen sink, washing dishes, and was looking out on the window. I knew something was out of place. I was not sure what it was at first. I slowly closed the faucet, the water stopped running. Stillness. For a minute I was just standing there looking out of the window. I heard them before I saw them. It is not something I seen before, so I was unsure what was really going on. I just stood still with a million thoughts running through my head. What it that sound? My body just moved like if it knew that I had to do. I went to investigate. Took a closer look. I went outside to the front porch. Walked to the side of the house and stopped. Here they were. Many of them. Buzzing around happily by our roof. Their little wings flopping enthusiastically, exploring, checking out the place. I have to say it was the perfect spot for them. I was standing there trying to count how many. I think it was about 50 or maybe a 100 to start with. I was just standing there watching them. I was not sure what kind they were; I was just hoping that they were friendly. I knew that this was lucky in a way, we do need them, and their numbers have been declining for a while. They are in danger from so many things. I intuitively knew that this was also a problem, and also that I need to try to save them.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Earth
The Scarlet Spirit
When Nolan was little, he loved animals. His room was filled with creatures of all sorts. Elephants spun around his cradle, giraffes danced on his wallpaper. He made it as clear as possible, to everyone he met, that animals were the most important thing in the world to him.
By Taqira Elliott4 years ago in Earth
Stories of Disaster
“Make sure that every fish gets enough feed. You’ll need to disperse the pellets a bit more to not concentrate them all in one spot. Here let me show you.” Grabbing the satchel of fish food, the foreman sowed it as if it were seeds in a field, and the worker watched intently as the fish gobbled up their meal.
By Jesse Leung4 years ago in Earth
Burdens
The wind is what did it. Whenever Ivan gained purchase on the next snowbank, the wind would smack against his backpack, down on his shoulders, and he would slide a foot back down the mountain. His climbing rack had never felt so heavy, not over the steepest boulder of all the mountains he climbed. The wind was pushing him down, and he could not take a single step up carrying all that weight.
By Noah Thomas4 years ago in Earth
Crystal Mind and the Awakening
“Love is the answer.” My Father whispered. It was his answer, what he wished he said, on the day he became an adult. And now, today, it was my turn. At the far remote part of my village there is a doorway, a crystal gate, that the elders say leads to other dimensions. The crystalline gate is fully aware, they say. It is a great secret in our village, and unknown to the rest of the world. Only once in your lifetime may you attempt to enter into the Crystal Mind, as we call it, but only if the Crystal Mind accepts your answer. Your answer, to the question, What is your highest truth?
By Michael X Christopher4 years ago in Earth
Italians, Disney World, and The Scarlet Macaw
This story is crazy and random, but when I saw "Scarlet Macaw" listed as a challenege, I knew it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. Eventually, the infamous Scarlet Macaw will make it's debut as our main character, so hang tight! This story begins with my family of crazy Italians who decided to drive from Rhode Island to Disney World.
By Natalie Nascenzi4 years ago in Earth
Rebuilding the Earth
“I’ve done so much and so little at the same time,” Paul said to his son Gordon. “I’ve been respected and vilified, praised and maligned.” He swirled the lemon in his tea. “I’m stuck in this gray area. I’ve made billions, but my charity work isn’t enough.”
By Barb Dukeman4 years ago in Earth
