Climate Change's Meaty Grasp_Oceanic Isolation_An Adieu with a Probability_A Far Shore
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Climate Change's Meaty Grasp
As I sat at the top of a ruined building I thought of what life used to be. When food wasn't hard to find and you could get water almost everywhere. When you had warnings before, violent storms wreaked havoc everywhere they touched. Back when I despised the cold and wished it to go away. But things were different now, much different. Warm December winds blew trash onto the street, or what wawww.onedoor.ccs left of it.It was funny how Climatologists had been warning about this for years, and yet when the inevitable happened because no one was brave enough to make the changes that needed to happen people ac...
Oceanic Isolation
The stillness of the waves failed to produce noise and told me I was truly alone. The sun shined far in the sky and nearly scorched me with its lashing rays; it would have succeeded if it wasn’t for the crisp wind blowing off the water surface. I took a deep inhale and smelled the refreshing breeze; it was a clean smell with a hint of salt, which was the perfect combination to calm my nerves. I sat up and looked around. I was standing on my Seahome; only a few of these were made and I was lucky enough to “acquire one”. It mostly had the same shape of an old-world speedboat, but was several tim...
An Adieu with a Probability
I know. I know. I half choke and half sob. I realize I am in shock but there’s no way I can stop myself from reacting. Instead of letting my emotions reign I try to sum up everything from a technical point of view. This has always been my way to cope with anything difficult. Look, I tell myself. You have something precious to you. And you’re in danger. Now the thing that is precious to you isn’t something that’s materialistic. You need to understand…its, in fact, a sort of self sacrificial love. Stop, I warn myself, you’re getting too emotional So I start over again. You’re in mortal danger an...
A Far Shore
A bitter wind whipped the marram grass and pelted Mother with sand. She closed her eyes and settled more adamantly on her nest. Winter was coming – she smelled it in the air and heard its whisper in the waves. It was nature’s announcement, a solemn promise of death and rebirth.The wind died down. She looked about for danger, then stood and stepped back. Four olive-colored eggs made a rough diamond shape within her shallow nest. Three had myriad cracks, while the fourth was pristine, which should have meant dead, only a bright red circle glowed within it, the perfect symmetry reminding her of t...