Nature
World's Largest Hottest Desert-Sahara Desert
Ten young artists from seven countries have crossed the Sahara to take part in a one-week stay in the desert region of Mhamid el Ghizlane in southeastern Morocco. The existing Hotel Sahara exhibition featured artists from Magasin Generaux Pantin, a suburb of Paris, Anna Labouze, Keimis, and Henni Hawad, which opened as part of the 2020 African Cultural Season on October 2.
By saurab sharma5 years ago in Earth
Vultures: The Custodians of Nature We Love to Loathe
A vulture in the human sense is someone who preys on the weak, a mean person, opportunistic, greedy, in short, nothing that says good vibes. Vultures are often associated with dark human nature. Talk about bad publicity! It is safe to say that we know so little about these birds who should be widely known as the Guardians of Nature, nature’s cleaning crew.
By Precious Rongmei5 years ago in Earth
The Hill
In the summertime my family would travel to a little campground two hours away from our house. We called this place “The Hill”. The mountainous landscape of Pennsylvania, hid this tiny patch of land just for us. There I learned to love the woods. The drive was magical. Along the sides of the car were cliff faces, and the elegantly flowing Susquehanna River. The campground was on a dirt road directly passing through a farm - the only structure for a couple miles at least - and over a rickety covered bridge that my great grandfather and his friends built by hand a lifetime ago. There were cows just hanging out across the creek we always played in, and there were many creatures you could see if you walked into the dense forest behind this mini gravel haven where we relaxed and made memories together.
By Joshua Leininger5 years ago in Earth
Gardening Is All the Rage. Top Story - July 2021.
My dad is an attorney, but he defies all the stereotypes for lawyers. He is a kind, giving person. He would drop everything to pick up one of his four kids at school when we were sick. He would stop for someone pulled over on the berm of the highway to see if he could help. He works pro bono for friends and family who need help with their taxes or estates. He is a good listener. I learned strong ethics from him.
By Going Nowhere5 years ago in Earth
The Outside
I look out the window, then at the clock. It says 1:15 PM, but it feels so much later. I've been trapped in this house all day, I need to go. My heart longs for something that I cannot find within these walls. finally, I quit fighting it. I lace up my shoes, grab my bag, and I'm gone. My car fires up with a purr. I drive past the houses in my neighborhood. Then the orchards fly by seemingly at warp speed. Soon I turn; now the excitement within me begins to build.
By SempiternalSoul5 years ago in Earth
The Beauties and Lessons of Life
The most beautiful flower grew through the cement. It was in the parking lot of an old Walmart, which hadn’t been open in years. Yet somehow, this flower still grew. She was a pink flower with a light purple outline and a little yellow center. She also had the greenest and brightest stem. It was a hot day and she would soon find that there would be no rain in her near future. Each passing day was lonelier than the last. The thought of no one appreciating her made her feel sad. Her bright and beautiful colors will go unseen. The feeling of being alive wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel loved and to feel appreciated. She wanted her beauty to be seen by many. Most of all, she wanted a family and a home to call her own.
By Kellie Gilman5 years ago in Earth
Rites of Spring
Signs were all around. Spring was in the air and new days of sunshine were surfacing everywhere. The darkness and agony of the past months were now just that...in the past. The fragrance was coming into the home as it never had before. Leisure time was past as well. The days were few. The workers few for now, but growing. The time for labor was at hand.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Earth
We Have A Choice
The ground is stained red with gallons of blood spilled daily. There is a stench of death lurking in the air. With giant blades men tear flesh from bone in an animalistic manner, slicing each piece into long strips of hide and blubber. This is the world of the whaling factory. The carcass of a sperm whale lies on its side as men tear away the blubber to use for oil. The mouth hangs open as if in a last heartfelt scream of agony before death consumed it. On this cold morning, the men are warmed by the heat rising from the carcass as they slice into it. When the cutting is over, the remains are hauled away to be used for such things as dog food.
By Traci E. Langston5 years ago in Earth








