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:earth:We all have something to say about the Earth. Why not say it here? With this group, writers can express their thoughts, experiences, and inspirations felt within the quiet comfort of a meadow, or in the hectic voices of the jungle, or even in the breeze through the trees of a backyard. Whatever the case may be, nature affects everyone, so how has it affected you?:earth:

All kinds of nature literature is welcome here.

keywords: nature literature natural world expression
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What is communicationThis world has become unknown to me.

Several years ago cell phones did not exist. It seemed ages ago by now, but those were the good old times. Whenever you needed something you could ask anyone about it and they would graciously assist you.
Years ago, it was not possible for people to text others. Why have handwritten letters become so extinct? They conveyed emotions. They portrayed love and true interest. Now we must cope with a mere "i luv u" sent through a device that tended to have glitches more than it actually worked.

Decades ago laptops and computers had not been invented yet. Kids would not spend hours behind a virtual screen chaWhat is communication by ~Snow3500
Technology Overload'Get the all new MegaBuy Omicron 4200! Say goodbye to all your household chore necessities!'

'Grab the rocket-jet engine sky-rider now, while it's still cheap! Sale must end soon!'

'Purchase the bug biter .64! The pests on your patch will be pummelled by this preset, programmed pooch! Now works on small rodents!'

Max lounged around on the sofa in front of the Multi-Vision. Nine screens boldly pushed their broadcasts at him unashamedly. Occasionally, a 3D image would rear its ugly head and tell Max to bet online now.

He shifted in his seat as he watched the hubbub. He was a handsome man, but he didn't take care of himself. His dark eyes weTechnology Overload by ~Ja-mes
DisconnectedThe metal armor reflected the sunlight, breaking it into its prismatic components and cascading it across the landscape. A huge sword was strapped to the back of this terrifying warrior, as he sat atop a wolf as tall as a horse. Together, the rider and his bestial mount raced across the desert known as the Sands of Embers. Here, deep beneath the dunes and the roads only travelled by the nomads of King Dhalazaar, was the Tomb of Darkness. In it, unknown dangers awaited adventurers. Creatures older than time itself guarded treasures worth more than the Thousand Kingdoms. Whoever was strong, intelligent and enduring enough to survive whatever luDisconnected by ~AkinyaA
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Technology Overload contest
AmaranthineThe ache of youth
And seasoned untruth
Like corsairs flee
To the surging sea

Every last treasure
And mundane pleasure
Like rivers will be
One with the sea

But wisdom at hand
Like grains of sand
Will return to me
Braving the sea

For all a man learns
And in toil he earns
He plants in a tree
That endures the sea.Amaranthine by *Zark123
DisconnectedThe metal armor reflected the sunlight, breaking it into its prismatic components and cascading it across the landscape. A huge sword was strapped to the back of this terrifying warrior, as he sat atop a wolf as tall as a horse. Together, the rider and his bestial mount raced across the desert known as the Sands of Embers. Here, deep beneath the dunes and the roads only travelled by the nomads of King Dhalazaar, was the Tomb of Darkness. In it, unknown dangers awaited adventurers. Creatures older than time itself guarded treasures worth more than the Thousand Kingdoms. Whoever was strong, intelligent and enduring enough to survive whatever luDisconnected by ~AkinyaA
Effects of Being UniqueTechnology is part of our lives.
We live in an easily organized kinda way.
Now that war is out of the way.
Nature, well what could say?
Mother Nature almost didn't survive the Techno war.
It destroyed almost every living thing.
Yet some survived.
It's been preserved.
Conserved for its beauty and usefulness.

I really like the way they accumulate nature.
How things are nurtured.
But the effects of the war were too great.
To reproduce it physically, as naturally as possible, is impossible
Cloning is the answer.
However, will that last?

Everything that used to be natural became artificial.
Even physical appearance is superficial.Effects of Being Unique by ~willyamPax
Technology Overload'Get the all new MegaBuy Omicron 4200! Say goodbye to all your household chore necessities!'

'Grab the rocket-jet engine sky-rider now, while it's still cheap! Sale must end soon!'

'Purchase the bug biter .64! The pests on your patch will be pummelled by this preset, programmed pooch! Now works on small rodents!'

Max lounged around on the sofa in front of the Multi-Vision. Nine screens boldly pushed their broadcasts at him unashamedly. Occasionally, a 3D image would rear its ugly head and tell Max to bet online now.

He shifted in his seat as he watched the hubbub. He was a handsome man, but he didn't take care of himself. His dark eyes weTechnology Overload by ~Ja-mes
Technology Overload contest
Poetry
The Princess Of The NorthTHE PRINCESS OF THE NORTH

She was a Princess
of the North,
A war it came
and she was lost

She was enslaved,
She was forced,
They dressed her red
And she was sold.

He was a son,
down, from South,
With light heart
and shy mouth

He never searched,
yet now he found,
Their eyes met
a night around.

They hide in darkness,
She's in Love,
He didn't think
Of what's above

She was a slave
and masters ask
to pay with gold,
to pay for lust.

He was no warrior,
No sword in hand
and no courage
yet to stand.

They'll meet again,
Passion rules,
Two elders pay
For him, her goods

They'll meet again,
Passion rules,
Two elThe Princess Of The North by ~DraganTheMighty
ANONYMOUSANONYMOUS

Over the mountain,
into the night,
alone he is standing,
he'll finally fight

Free from the future,
no Love and no Hope,
there's no surrender,
no fear to stop

No more in the shade,
his life and his will,
the flash of the blade,
the sound of the steel.

     \/\/\/

A war with no battle,
defeated was born,
the song in the cradle
the mourning of Norn

An enemy hidden,
an unholy ghost,
the challenge forbidden,
the pride was lost

A life in damnation,
in fear and in pain,
no sign of salvation,
just hoping in vain

Condemned to be lonely,
not ever be loved,
no woman, no story,
no talisman hold

But then came a day
that flame didn't buANONYMOUS by ~DraganTheMighty
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.

So if...

Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught

And

Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.

Then

Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.

Which means

Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts

And

Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.

It would seem then you are either one way or the other.

There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.

So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.

Because you can never know the person you one day might become.

Opposable Positions. by *KelaLewis-Morin
Spring Tanka
1

the foot path
that runs along a stream
near where he works,
feeling spring's
first touch upon us there

2

waiting for the wild plum
to blossom—
my yearning
during
his morning rituals

3

late afternoon,
a cold overcast from the bay—
winter, like a lover I've
grown tired of
who is loath to leave

4

upstairs, wrapped in velour
we looked out at
bare branches yesterday,
a riot of
tender new green today

5

after dinner and the taste
of take-out kisses,
the hush of a
spring shower—
winter founders out to sea

6

teacups gently rattle
on the nightstand
as we turn in unison,
leaving new rings
in the light of a half-moSpring Tanka by `jade-pandora
Poetry
Visual Poetry
Visual Poetry
Long Prose
Long Prose
Short Prose
falling would be such a sad ending.she's just a little bluebird with tremulous feathers that cling to her avian bones.
so if she jumps she might fall, it's true. but she might also fly. there's nothing
for her to hold to. nothing to keep her from being airborne. she's always known the
risks to falling, but she decided that she'd prefer to live an ephemeral life to not
living at all [and to a little bluebird; not flying is the same as not living]. so
she spreads her meager wings and takes a leap of faith. as she suspends in mid air,
the heart that hides behind her ribcage is beating like a thousand drums. it beats
with an infinite longing to be free. and as her featherweight wings stretch to the
tips of the sky, all that is left is to see if she will fly or fall. but she knows.
she's always known.falling would be such a sad ending. by ~silver-ships-fly
the clockwork liari. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you.
you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams.
you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself.
i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down.

ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars.
and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so many, one of them was bound to remember you.
but we both ended up laughing hysterically with stabbed protruding knives jutting out of us on a bloodstained floor, didn't we?

iii. i talked to clockwork towers and told them to lie because if they stopped for just a while, all the time in the world would sthe clockwork liar by *your-methamphetamine
The Musings of BastBast: Musings of an Ancient God.

The problem with being a God from an Ancient religion is that once that religion has died out and we Gods are no longer worshipped, we are still here being Gods.

We're still mucking about in our realm trying to out do each other with grandiose actions that no mortal will see.

We are a theatre group on stage performing a play that no one is watching.

No one cares about a God once his religion becomes obsolete.

That is how I ended up wandering the earth in spirit form. I left Osiris and Anubis behind to argue over Coffins and funeral music and how Lucifer, that new bitch on the block, got all the bad souls The Musings of Bast by *Armands-Ikon-Bazar
IntroThe breaking of dawn had never been so new as it was that winter. As snow slowed its course over the horizons of the mountain peaks, waterfalls spilled gracefully down in the form of small streams reflecting the morning glow of sun. The trees no longer had to shiver underneath the weight of that icy white liquid brought forth from The Nei, the snow sprites.

Everything was just waking up. The snow and ice now hardly visible on the forest floor and tree bark, the snow sprites will in turn make their journey north, leaving a peaceful and relaxing spring and summer for the Forest of Yellow Leaves, more commonly known as The Glass House. There feIntro by ~xMimameidx
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Personal Anecdotes Experiences
Personal Anecdotes Experiences
Environmental Issues
Environmental Issues
Scripts and Plays
Scripts and Plays
Phrase Prompts
Phrase Prompts

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What is communicationThis world has become unknown to me.

Several years ago cell phones did not exist. It seemed ages ago by now, but those were the good old times. Whenever you needed something you could ask anyone about it and they would graciously assist you.
Years ago, it was not possible for people to text others. Why have handwritten letters become so extinct? They conveyed emotions. They portrayed love and true interest. Now we must cope with a mere "i luv u" sent through a device that tended to have glitches more than it actually worked.

Decades ago laptops and computers had not been invented yet. Kids would not spend hours behind a virtual screen chaWhat is communication by ~Snow3500
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Technology Overload'Get the all new MegaBuy Omicron 4200! Say goodbye to all your household chore necessities!'

'Grab the rocket-jet engine sky-rider now, while it's still cheap! Sale must end soon!'

'Purchase the bug biter .64! The pests on your patch will be pummelled by this preset, programmed pooch! Now works on small rodents!'

Max lounged around on the sofa in front of the Multi-Vision. Nine screens boldly pushed their broadcasts at him unashamedly. Occasionally, a 3D image would rear its ugly head and tell Max to bet online now.

He shifted in his seat as he watched the hubbub. He was a handsome man, but he didn't take care of himself. His dark eyes weTechnology Overload by ~Ja-mes
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DisconnectedThe metal armor reflected the sunlight, breaking it into its prismatic components and cascading it across the landscape. A huge sword was strapped to the back of this terrifying warrior, as he sat atop a wolf as tall as a horse. Together, the rider and his bestial mount raced across the desert known as the Sands of Embers. Here, deep beneath the dunes and the roads only travelled by the nomads of King Dhalazaar, was the Tomb of Darkness. In it, unknown dangers awaited adventurers. Creatures older than time itself guarded treasures worth more than the Thousand Kingdoms. Whoever was strong, intelligent and enduring enough to survive whatever luDisconnected by ~AkinyaA
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Affiliates' Contest + Small Note

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Hello dear members!

One of our affiliates, :iconscribes-are-beckoned: is having their seventh contest titled "Love Notes to a Simple Pleasure".

From the contest blog:

I want to read about your favorite simple pleasure at this time of year... Some small little thing that makes you incredibly happy-- whether that's oatmeal in the morning, your favorite breath mints, your pet, your favorite trashy tv show... and I want you to write a love letter to it. That's right-- a mushy, sweet love letter to that simple pleasure. Be creative. Think about it. Appreciate it. It can be quirky, cute, sentimental, romantic, funny-- think original.

Full contest details can be found here: [link]

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Other Notes: After careful thought and consideration, I have decided that it's not quite time to have a second contest. I am not very confident that this contest will be successful, since we still have so few members. But fear not! There are still some things I'd like to rearrange/add in this group, but it's going to take some time, since my semester is wrapping up really quickly.

So until then, keep the inspiration up and your spirits high, members! :heart:

From your founder,
Liz
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~xxEmi-AnGeL-chanxx Jan 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for requesting me to become a member (: I look forward to submitting my stories :D
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~xMimameidx Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! I hope you enjoy it here. :)
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=DrippingWords Jan 9, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you for the invite :D
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~xMimameidx Jan 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! I'm glad you decided to join! :)
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=DrippingWords Jan 9, 2012  Student Writer
:D
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~saevusWinds Dec 18, 2011  Student General Artist
Aw~ Thank you so much for the invite!

Now, I use a lot of seasonal imagery in my prose, but usually, it's not the main focus of my stories. Like "You're not an Adult Yet" has an excerpt that says: "The leaves were dancing off the branches, flaunting off their beauty to the world. The brook we used to play at as children had not yet froze over, but judging by the brisk air that nipped at the tip of both our noses, it soon would be. " Is this okay to submit?

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~xMimameidx Dec 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry for the late reply.

Well, technically this IS a group for literature where the main theme is focused on nature. Is it okay if I see an example first? :)
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~saevusWinds Dec 20, 2011  Student General Artist
Already gave an exert, but the story im curious to enter is "your not an adult yet" Its in my profile.
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~xMimameidx Dec 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Alright. I'll go check it out.
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