Speech 5. Human Nature.
We are not weak. Human nature is far more superior than Mother nature. We all have a potential to overcome Floods, Earthquakes, Mudslides, Tornadoes, even Tsunamis. We are tied to helping one another. Its in human nature that we pursue happiness and...
Non-Primal Nature
The twins quickly filled their leader in on what transpired before they arrived. She calmed down some when they told her about the spirit sentry they found. "At least he's got something to fall back on should things take a turn for the worse. Though I...
Natural Talent
# _06 - Natural Talent_ #### #### The silent anticipation just half a lap before gave way to cheering and applause from all around. The yelling and hollering of what I could now refer to as my teammates dominated the airwaves and encompassed the pit...
The Rose
Wicked thorns to hurt Scarlet petals unfurling Dew settled on leaves Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw
A (Modified)Love Poem
I yearn for nature. That's just the way it is. My soul demands it, like the lungs demand air. I desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, I must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer. I burn for hollow...
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 8
nature’s call sounded around him, not a hint spoiled by human’s cacophony of progress. grey feathered birds fluttered in the distance, chasing between the spires of sunlight streaking through the cloud covered sky.
Being Human
You are a human, relying on science, making every mistake. You envy every animal for its lovely fur, and inside you are searching. Beasts are always searching, but they are not human. They scratch at their fur and ignore your stupid...
Vast, Our World and Our Resolve - Prologue
The vice admiral stared at her screen, the twenty-six standard hours of sleeplessness beginning to weigh on her despite the five cups of black coffee she had consumed and the adrenaline coursing through her. The live readout of the ever-changing status...
Nature's Sober Man
So in a literature class of mine, I had to read a bit of Emily Dickenson, one of the great poets during the Civil War era. It just so happens that In lieu of a 1-pager explaining her, we could make a poem in her style instead. This made for...
Arvians - Little Lamb
The tree canopy grew so thick and cutting overhead in nature’s constant fight for sunlight that glimpses of them for guidance or otherwise were fleeting, like a squirrel darting between trees.
The evening
It was 6 in the evening. Hindenburg's eco-system began their daily turn-over. The orange sky was fading fast, drew nearer and nearer to the half-rounded ruby red sun as time ticked by. The ever casting shadow expands far more from the horizon,...
Rose Storm
Thorns that envelope the night. Slashes everything in sight. Sent as sweat as honey. That entices the beast's tummy. Pedals tainted blood red. That dances with no sign of dread. Now be unleashed from your bonds, and fall to the grounds. Lifted...