Sky News

He made a quick glance at his arm, but didn’t seem to pay much attention towards it. I studied him all over; he had frosted white hair, sky blue eyes, and wore thin-rimmed glasses. He was a scrawnier type of guy. “You’re rear brake is busted, dude,” my dad studied the bike, “I could try to temporarily fix it, but you might need to take it to a shop or get a new one. This isn’t the best type of bike to ride in weather like this.” Gary nodded. After a few moments of silence, my mom spoke…

“The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.” If I was to leave Oklahoma, there is one thing I am sure I will always miss: the vibrant sunset of a warm summer day by the lake. When I see the birds fly right over the horizon line, diving into the glimpse of beauty, in a moment that I’m always too slow to catch on camera, I stop and think. Think about every opportunity I have received.…

Green enveloped me as a continued down the trail in the middle of the Redwood Forest. The ferns continued to draw ever closer as I went down a unused trail. As I surveyed my surroundings, I felt ever smaller as the monstrous trees loomed above me. The sun was barley shining because of all of the dense fog, which was just above the tree tops. What sun did come through made the light seem almost as if you were in a dream. As I continued down the path, the smell the salty air of the ocean permeated…

The helicopter flew into our forests two days ago, chopping the air like a large dragonfly with gauze wings splayed, plastered in metal and broken. We heard it in the dawn and I wiped the dew wet inside my ears so that I could hear it again, chopping the air through our trees. The men jumped up, and so did he, hush-hushing the fear and surprise. I forgot to breathe. We found it today, sunning itself, its shadow short in the high hours of noon, waiting. By the time I got to it, running, yelling,…

The Sky is Everywhere is a tragedy-romance novel that includes the thoughts and feelings of a young broken girl that has lost someone important in her life. The story’s author, Jandy Nelson, shows us all the ways she grieves over her loss, and how she handles living life with a piece taken out of her. Lennie, the main character of the book, is a junior in high school struggling to find ways to cope with the fact that her sister has just passed away. She has lived with her uncle and her grandma…

My breath is calm, my pulse low. I am standing at the edge of the 50 meter pool. The sun is setting and the sky in my back is still red, but I look already into a dark blue if I lift my head. With the light breeze blowing around my naked feet’s I start to shiver. With all the visitors gone, it is time for me to swim my laps. I try to clear my mind and prepare myself for the distance I will swim today. Pyramid training which equals the distance of 3.900 Meters (= 2.5 Miles). It means I will start…

She walked along the winding, worn out trail.The autumn leaves of the willow dance above her head as the cool breath of the evening air tickled her freckled cheeks. She looked up peacefully at the blue sky that waited for night to come, and soaked in the array of colors that overlaid the hilly landscape. About a mile down the stretch, she could see the small lake where her father and her would go fishing. Despite never catching much when she did it was always little pan fish that were enough to…

You are walking out into the wilderness, and all you feel is the clear blues sky and the bright glazing sun ray devouring your skin. It could be a very uncomfortable or rather yet a step back from the over use of air conditioning. A beautiful summer morning in the woods would be an extreme challenge to the current generation. Being from the current generation I truly understand the beauty of waking up in the woods. We seem to have forgot how beautiful nature is because of the twenty four hour…

crashing against the side of the cliff. The water was black and rapid with movement. The weather was dangerous with treacherous explosions of thunder and the loud cracks of lightning. The castle was known as The Castle of Series. It lay waiting for a new coming owner. The woods resembled a maze with its winding paths and large marshes…

the original glory of an unlit night—dark enough for the planet Venus to throw shadows on Earth—is wholly beyond our experience, beyond memory almost” (Klinkenborg pg.478). He brings this up to remind the reader that the night was dark but now the sky has a hint of light because of all the light pollution we have created. By trying to persuade the audience about the environmental issues that have come from this makes the reader want to learn more and maybe even contribute to help the cause.…