Imprinted memories of a home I’ve never seen flash behind my eyes and my awakening begins. Earth served only as a sort of nursery school. Now it’s time for my extraction, and I am prepared. I scan the horizon for the vessel.
A river flows into the streets
Blood flows from weakened heartbeats
A dry and fragile earth gets the rain it seeks
It comes and does not cease
Asylum seekers seeking peace
Find floods of hateful policies
And resistance pouring into the streets
Tears pouring from fears growing and rights deceased
A river flows into the streets
Its ebb and flow a forced release
It will not be stopped or policed
Until it meets its destiny
Dome complete. Mars is Earth II.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #55. Prompt was “plot.” WC 6. Photo from Pixabay.
Inseparable since birth. Telepathically shared thoughts and interchangeable feelings; we are only our obligation to our new home. Survive, repopulate, and solidify the allegiance with Earth.
The last of the ozone layer dissipated but by this time, no one remained alive on Earth to see the final phase of planetary destruction. The few of us carefully selected to salvage the human race, watched from afar.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #63. Question prompt, “Why is it so hot here?” WC 39. Image by Kevin Gill. “If You Can’t Stand The Heat Get Off The Planet” won 1st place in this contest.
– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Earth. Photo ©Leara Morris-Clark 2016.
She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.
Thunder rumbled like marching giants and a lightning bolt set the sky ablaze. She leaned in, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply smelling the aroma of roses mixed with dirt and imminent rain. She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.
The rose bushes on Martin’s unmarked grave had grown immensely in a relatively short time. They helped to hide the sadness of loss with their thriving spirit.
It was two years passed, on another stormy night, when the Goddess decided Martin was not meant for this world. Alone, she screamed with the raging storm as his lifeless body emerged. Far from town and with no friends or family to speak of, she mourned unaccompanied and processed her grief as her tears fell with the pouring rain.
Martin’s father had gone off to sea before he knew she was with child and had not returned, so alone she buried his little body and planted roses to give him life after death.
She reconciled with the earth and accepted the necessary balance within the universe. Though she could not fully understand the plans of the Goddess, she recognized that there was an order to it all, beyond her comprehension.
The rain finally began to fall. She sat by the rose bushes on the damp ground with legs crossed. She hummed a tune and ran her hands through the soil as she turned her face toward the sky and let the cool liquid wash over her. Alone she praised the Goddess and felt her heart at peace.
– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Fiction|Poetry Writing Challenge #268 Inspired by Prompt up sentence “She closed her eyes to smell the phlox.” WC 260. Photo by Geoff Livingston. “The Nature of Things” won 3rd place by popular vote in this contest.