Earth

“You’ve put it off too long. It needs to be done.”

“I hold hope they’ll work it out, but they just keep getting worse.”

“Just do it. The hackers are standing by.”

Sigh. “Okay. What do I do?”

“Just give the order.”

“Hackers, you are hereby ordered to hack the Earth. You know which bugs to remove.”

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “earth.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Earth”

  1. Earth.
    Dust.
    Soil.
    Ground.
    Father Sullivan struggled to select the appropriate term to use in Caroline’s eulogy. Earth sounds rich and fertile, but might evoke more sadness because Caroline died before she was able to have children. Something she deeply wanted to do. Dust – though Biblical, it evokes an arid bleakness that simply does not match Caroline’s life here on Earth. Soil, like earth, is nice. It is rich and healthy and productive. Then there’s Ground. Caroline used the word ‘grounded’ a lot to describe people, herself, many things. Perhaps that would be his choice.

  2. The first time I experienced an earthquake of significant magnitude, I was living in the Dominican Republic. The earth moved under my feet as if I was standing on a big bowl of Jello, and I could actually see the ground undulating right before my very eyes. Luckily, the house didn’t sustain any damage and neither did any of the occupants in it. It was a harrowing experience that I wouldn’t want to undergo ever again.

  3. The earth responded to his touches. Diligently , watering , weeding , and pottering amidst the plants, gave him tremendous sense of fulfillment. Few weeks of this, and life burst forth. Tiny white necks waved bravely in the breeze, as they stuck out, claiming their spot under the sun, Soon , the first leaves, the cotyledons, fleshy, brown, ungainly, transformed miraculously into a patch of shiny greenery, waving their tiny heads, braving wind,rain, sun, growing stronger every day. They reminded him so much of his own kids.

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