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The deciduous tree’s final branch snapped and heavily fell to the ground. Unrest stirred around the fallen arm as ants hurried away and grass, crushed and trapped under the tree’s dead limb, turned brown.1
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by Melissa Loves Jeffy
500 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 16 10:53 PM. In Abuse, Corruption of mankind, Death, Depression, Murder, Nature, Rant, Society, War
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It was land of moon that was made of snow, and was an old breath that seemed to vanish.
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The trilling thrum of the cricket. Like vibrations of an out of tune intrument strummed in a wooden barrel. Calling to his fellows in the n
by whyspr
<100 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 9 12:07 PM. In Nature
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I am all but a shadow in the night.
I make not a sound as I walk.
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The man in the box predicts the funeral will be next week, for Mother Nature is not yet done her lovely killing spree.
I'll grab a hot coc
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it's September 2009, and the state of New South Wales in Australia is covered in dust, literally. The experts say it is the worst dust storm in nearly seventy years.1
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In the end, it all comes down to stories doesn't it? One must simply decide which stories are really worth listening to and which are just
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The thunder rolling softly1
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It's divine to watch the golden-orange flames crackle and purr, imprisoned in a box of polished glass, starving to feed, to lure anything f
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I lay on my back and look up at the late afternoon sky – finally unwinding after a usual day in this hectic society of materialism, ethics,
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by The-Exception
300 words,
on Aug 26 1:37 AM. In Beach, Description, Life, Nature, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Summer, Teen, Young adult
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The ocean welcomes me with its peaceful, soft sand. The curling water waves at me as if to say “Come here! Here!” I come, smiling as the ocean sighs, retreating back. The cool misty air brushes my cheek. 1
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This is a poem about wounderous things, called trees.
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The heavens had never been so blue as the day after the Sadness; the sun never so bright or soothingly warm. Wispy, pristine white clouds swam through the vast open sky, sailed overhead on the gentle breeze. 1
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I wandered 'bout the earth1
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She was a loner: a creature of the night once enchanted by myths and legends.
She was passionate: her pack was all that matters...
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Swaying, those branches nude and clean.
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Tree explosion and flower coming into being.1
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My forest King, I hear you scream;
mechanical teeth gnaw your spine
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The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole1
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If you live at (or visited) Queensland please see this. Even if you didn't, there is this awesome link you GOT to see! -PLEASE-
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I thought this was a cute story. The scene is naturistic, taking place on Mermaid Beach on Daydream Island of Australia...
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"Stepping through the grass
Wet, green blades tickle my feet
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The Moon Watches over me... Giving me Hope and Comfort...1
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But sometimes they come and see,
the roots that keep us be.
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I have more them one favourite colour, so if you don’t mind I will say them all, say what EVERY colour means to me and so on...1
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tis the gray wolf's anguished lament,/
A heartfelt message Heaven sent.
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You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a stormy sea.
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Summer wind passes through my hair and the sweet air I breath in caresses my skin with every move I make. Your warm hands around me, as we dance to a song with no volume, are just like an angel's touch. The rushing river on t
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Now that I have a few fishing buddies and an old one here from in my Navy days. Maybe it's time to tell a few whoppers. I'll call them whoppers because I don't have much proof. Only the guys who were with me when they happen
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She slid into the clear water without a ripple, luxurating in the sensation of cool, refreshing wetness closing over her body. She raised her slender arms as she exhaled, and slipped below the surface, the water closed the ch
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A nail-biting first person thrill ride through the life of a modestly sized, self aware plant.
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Dark, dark, gentle night1
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The plain facts are that, no matter how you look at it, what she's doing is incredibly stupid.1
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In a white room devoid of movement, there sleeps a girl. Her skin is nearly the same color as the walls. She is on a bed with white sheet
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Standing at the doorway to the gymnasium in the shadows of the big, old trees, that surrounded the schoolyard like an enormous green wall, Candice beheld a lovely little Blue Tit which was eagerly hopping across the concreted
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