She turns every day
So that we all see the sun;
When did she turn blue?
About the Creator
Kristi Ziemba
I dream of a world of inspiration, imagination, and innovation where there is no lack of connection, no one is judged, and freedom reigns supreme. What can I do to be that change and empower those who, like me, seek a greater future?
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Nova, Unearthed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As Artemis expelled the last bit of air from her lungs, which were her uncertain cries for help that escaped even her own ears, she remembered this, but it was not her last thought. She also wondered what might exist beyond this mortal form. Most importantly she asked, Is this really it? What would it take for life to go on and for Earth to flourish once again? There was scarcely a living thing on Earth, and she had not seen a man, woman, or child in many years. In those last ten seconds, she chose to remain conscious as her physical senses began to fade.
By Kristi Ziemba3 years ago in Fiction
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