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Tripura
Tripura is a Northeastern state of India that is truly a home of Biodiversity. A tremendous variety of flora and fauna have made their habitat in this tropical climatic place. The Tropic of Cancer (23°26′11.4″) passes through the state dividing in approx in half. The climate of Tripura exhibits a strong seasonal rhythm. It's characterized by a warm and humid tropical climate with five distinct seasons making it a favorable place for a range of species of plants, trees, shrubs, herbals, animals, fishes, birds, etc. The vegetation of Tripura varies from evergreen forest to moist deciduous. It exhibited various types of landforms in the state from marshy to Mountains can be seen.
By Subham Das5 years ago in Earth
Sky Spy
I remember feeling a sense of dread as I looked up at the multiple shades of grey above me before quickly removing the heart-shaped locket from in front of my eye. The locket had been customized exactly to my liking, as any of us could do if we wanted to pay a little extra. It was a glittery, almost ethereal rose gold with pearls etched along the outline of the small, delicate heart-shaped diamond. These were our lifelines--we could not lose them (we’ll get into what happened if we did lose them later). The lockets kept us connected with each other and with what was happening around us. The weather seemed to be getting worse, and it was probably a good idea to head inside. The last thing I had wanted was to be carried away in a large gust of wind right before my high school senior prom. Before I have to go...up there. It was my only chance to experience something normal; something that people in the past used to be able to enjoy--something we haven’t enjoyed here on Earth in a long time. Priorities were different in 2410 and the community of Edenview definitely was eventful, but not in a good way. For a while, things had been normal. Chaotic, but structured. Safe, but boring. I remember sitting at my desk in my room with a pen, doing my daily journal entry. I felt so stuck and I didn’t understand the point of life. I still do and I still don’t. We’ve had a routine, but we’ve never relaxed or took the time to have fun. It was all about working. We all had our own roles to play. Once you turned eighteen, you were instructed to be a fly-er, meaning you had to partake in daily tasks 15,000 at the minimum in the air (more experienced fly-ers go as high as 45,000 feet--we’ll get to how later). You would think that in the future, the population would be less--however, it had actually increased overtime and it was majorly overpopulated. Life was more...intense.
By Lena Crowe5 years ago in Earth
"Thank You"
The storm hit in drenching waves, the rain pummeling her skin, sharp as needles. A respite from the boiling heat for the first few drops, alarm replaced relief as muddy rivulets raced down the decrepit road before her. The current pulled on her ankles, and then her shins in short order.
By Nancy Nies5 years ago in Earth
Utopia
Sarah looked out across the cracked earth that surrounded the city. Ironic that the city was once a reflection of the name, Utopia. The drought had drug on and on. For seven years Sarah and her parents had prayed for rain. She and her mother and father watched the city turn from a prospering city to a veritable wasteland. Lost in her thoughts, Sarah did not hear her mother’s call.
By Debra A Irsik5 years ago in Earth
A Bumper Crop of Baby Mockingbirds
April. I get out of my gray car, and a gray bird with claws out takes a dive for the back of my head. It’s that time of year again in southeast Louisiana. Fledgling Northern Mockingbird time. A time of claws and noisy unmusical squeaks and adorable spotty youngsters who think they can tell their parents what to do and when to do it.
By Amethyst Qu5 years ago in Earth
Dancing Lights in the Night
Last night I was sitting on my back porch enjoying a cigar. It is an unhealthy habit I know, but I find it relaxing. It also helps to clear my mind. It gives me a way to let go of the stress and focus my thoughts elsewhere. It was about 8:30 pm, right at dusk as the darkness of night crept upon me in between the evening rain showers. I could smell the crisp freshly fallen rain in the air. Mixed with the smell of my Oliva Serie G Maduro, I was truly in a state serenity and relaxation.
By Paul whiddon 5 years ago in Earth
The Mountains, Trees, Lake, and I.
Rising early in the morning on a summer day, my only plans stand between me and the road ahead. The first step off the brittle, wooden porch stairs that are slightly dampened with morning dew is the first step towards what is the most beautiful, serene sight in all of my memories. Dried pine needles layered on top of dirt lead the way to my destination.
By Dana Dench5 years ago in Earth
Tragically Speaking
The craziest part about being crazy is that you’re not “crazy” but you are actually in fact completely sane and have dealt with all of life’s imperfections to such a limit where it interferes with your stability and outlook on life. Which causes the result of being looked or frowned upon as being a crazy being. I’m afraid to admit this but I am so sane it makes my brain shut down and my being too sad to think concept comes into the light. Once again I am writing of global issues and it would be wrong of me to not address them to then see if “anybody” will use my knowledge to benefit the world from the things I have to say. I have to say: it’s not fair that we allow money to conquer the aspects of saving another’s life. I mean when people can’t afford their help not only is it chokeholding their will to live a better life but it is also closing down the possible doors and chances of peace arising in our home of planet earth.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Earth
the Last DNA
How did we get to… the Last DNA the child asked? Rachael began with according to legend early in the 21 st century a teacup chihuahua named Mr. Jolly deemed first to bring it to the attention of a Human. Mr. Jolly telepathically stated ‘what Humans call DNA four legged and those with wings calls it scent’. Yep! It’s that simple and how it all began.
By Carin SpottedEagle5 years ago in Earth
