Nature, Earth, The Universe (The Best Japanese Science Fiction Stories - various)
With Jennifer Nicole, John Brennick, Ioney Smallhorne, Dennis Da-ala Mirilla, Isaiah Weekes, Gemma Weekes, Vanessa Walters - June 15th, 2021
Nature, earth, the universe…
I saw her beauty standing there right in front of me. She was glowing. Her green eyes sparkled like the grass she walked on.
She is more powerful than any human, universal laws, universal concept. Time stood still whenever I am In her presence.
Her hair Auburn Brown like the soil she grounded herself on. Say her name! Cosmos chanted
Yes! Do, say my name! She requested.
Voice silky smooth like honey.
The universe bowed down to her, thanked her constantly for her work for her efforts.
Her name was Gaia…
Mother Earth!
By Jennifer Nicole
Nature, earth, the universe…
"Nature, earth the universe"
We are caught up in our societies, which we can describe as our human environments, and out of economic and social necessity are fully immersed.
Not only human environments but also human-built environments. Asphalt, walls, computers, televisions, phones, cars, trains, airplanes.
We are suffering from nature-deficit disorder. We forget where we are, who we are, and the sources of our physical and psychological sustenance.
We must mindfully make efforts to also immerse ourselves in nature, earth, the universe.
By John Brennick
Nature, earth, the universe…
Nature, earth the universe,
one seed in darkness
can blossom into a new world,
darkness is necessary-
like a dream, a place to be quiet,
eco-systems interwoven like a promise for another day
NATURE earth the universe-
the womb,
one tiny egg released by pheromones
electric sparked
from meeting a person that evokes wonder
nature earth the universe
depends on these interconnected
sparks of spirits that meet
that join, clitorises swell so that wombs are filled,
nature earth the universe,
currents energizing oceans
carry a new pulse to shore.
By Ioney Smallhorn
Nature, earth, the universe…
“Nature, earth, the universe, service, my body, my life,” He repeated it. “Nature, earth, the universe, service, my body, my life.”
Even in the face of execution, he will recite his most sacred creed. He had to.
It was the biggest event in their calendar. Everyone gathered exhilarated, children in their best attires. It was the greatest honor a soldier could receive, to be found worthy by the oracle and buried with the Oba.
When a soldier dies beside the king, by the Oracle, he lives amongst kings in the afterlife. It was forbidden for their hands to be tied. He was draped in the finest of fabrics. Everyone stood staring at him as the chief priest raised his hand.
“Honor me,” he said to him. And then his head fell to the ground.
By Dennis Da-ala Mirilla
Nature, earth, the universe…
“Huh,” is the only sound I can muster, and surprisingly, even in my hushed and bewildered tone, I send ripples across the… water?
What seems to be the entirety of the cosmos flows beneath my feet. My eyes flick around this seemingly infinite space, still trying to internalize its existence. I mean, I woke up here already standing.
My train of thought is interrupted when I spot a bright light, not in the cosmos no but where I am, above it. I walk towards it, my eyes mesmerized by it, its surface changes, and changes again my eyes widen in recognition. “This is my life, my hopes, and dreams.” My mind jumps as it abruptly stops changing and what’s left is a perfect reality where I get everything I ever wanted.
A voice emanates from behind me.
“Do you want it?”
I spin. A bipedal figure fills my vision, its body pulling all light into itself, forming a uniform black with piercing cold, blue eyes. It flows toward me, seeming to bend the cosmos to do its bidding. I respond with an immediate:
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, in that case,” it says with a cunning glee in its voice as its hand lifts, bursting into a shining blue flame, crackling with promise of power and prestige, “All you have to do is shake my hand.”
By Isaiah Weekes (14)
Nature, earth, the universe…
It’s a day of the week and it’s a waking hour of the day, so of course, you’re finding another thing to struggle about.
Cuz it’s too boring for you to be happy and plus you don’t think this big, bad world deserves you smiling. But you do. If you keep swallowing down who you are, you’ll get constipation or worse. Let it all out of yourself, weep without self-consciousness. Anger is just sadness seeking a way out of your body. Sadness is just joy being afraid of itself. Stop being afraid. Live harder. Say the things that are sitting on your heart. Twirl around that pole on the tube. Nobody is gonna give you this time back. There is no salvation for you in the past. No home for you but under your feet.
Nature – earth – the universe – baby, it’s all available to you if you just shut your head a little and listen inwardly to the operatic swelling of the blood in your beautiful veins.
By Gemma Weekes
Nature, earth, the universe…
Sky enormous, expansive, literally everything. When I look up into its emptiness I feel emptied. It’s only when I look down again, nose-diving back into skyscrapers and city streets, bus stops, and crowds swirling around me, that the stress begins. They say nature improves your writing. I used to go into the park every day and walk and try to open my mind to birds flying and trees fluttering, listening for the whispers of inspiration. Looking for races in leaves, thinking of squirrels. She cried over a squirrel and wouldn’t say why. Or a dirt track. The man at the end of the dirt track looked strange. He talked to himself, to the bushes, to no one. And I rushed thru quickly before he spoke to me.
By Vanessa Walters