Sky News

The sky was crying out for help, as was I, only silently. Never ending thoughts in my head had been like raging rapids at war with one another. I thought to myself, why me? Why us? Why now?. July 5, 2015. San Cristobál, Mexico. Saint Clare Hospital. As watched my helpless brother lay there like a doll that has yet to been played with, I thought, how could one so young, innocent, and pure suffer like this, why would God punish him in such a way. I watched my helpless little brother get poked…

1. Charlie had absolutely no idea where he was. He lay like a washed-up fish on some beach gazing up into a pink sky. Charlie’s body was wilted in the heat and sweat was pooling above his brow. His curly, red-brown hair was sticking to the sides of his head, wet curls plastered to his forehead like swirls of mahogany paint. His eyes were only half opened; they were blue. A really pretty blue, as his mother had always said. Like the ocean. Only, Charlie thought, not like this ocean. He glanced…

The scintillating sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and slowly rose to the sky, announcing to the world that a new day had begun. The sun’s rays penetrate through the clouds and shone through the windows of each house in the small neighborhood. The light that shone from the sun crept its way into the house of Sabrina and John Day. Even though the curtains were partly closed, the sun still brought light into the living room of the house where John was sitting on the couch with a blanket…

One humid morning in April as the gray sky threatens to pour down again, two sisters set out together. They have just begun to cross the street when they first see it. The younger of them points, though the thing has already caught her sister's attention. "Look!" It is stiff and flattened on the road, ripped open grotesquely for all to see. Ants have started to form scurried lines around it, eager to taste the flesh. A few flies disperse as the girls move closer to the object. They exchange no…

shy to approaching new people. Especially being alone from the other children, that just screamed she was aloof. "I'll never hear that name again, I'm Perry." He didn't seem to care that she glanced away from him, unlike most people he didn't question what was wrong if someone looked away. If anyone understood how an introvert talked and presented themselves.. it was…

that it wasn’t very far to the bottom, but my eyes suggested otherwise. I quickly crawled back from the edge of the cliff I was perched upon and stood to collect my thoughts. For a moment I was taken aback by the sheer beauty of my surroundings. The sky was a vibrant blue, unblemished by clouds, and uninterrupted until it rested upon the deep green tree line. The grandness of the view distracted my thoughts for only a few seconds, though. I could not stop thinking about what I was being asked…

much to plan for. Whenever I found the time for a break, there would always seem to be something to be done that would build up in the meantime. I returned my attention to the world above. There was a certain peace to be found, peering into the night sky. The sheer vastness of it all acted as a sort of escape from the common stress I typically associated with sleepless nights. I took comfort in the knowledge that, in comparison to the grand scale of things, my day to day issues meant very…

Flames rushed skyward from a structure less than a mile away across the sagebrush. At the height of another dry desert summer in July 2013, Chris Tucs, a novice member of Carson, New Mexico’s volunteer fire department, was working in the yard of his off-grid home when he saw the blaze. He threw a few shovels into the back of his truck, hitched up a trailer loaded with 300 gallons of water, and sped to the scene, looking up from navigating the ruts in the road to see flames shooting through the…

Rachel Kuehl Prof. Nicole Mazzarella EngW 494: Senior Seminar – Imparting Vision September 29, 2014 Genre: Fiction \\ Technically Science Fiction \\ Fantasy Elements Prologue—Water Lilies Once upon a time, the whole world totally sucked. There was just a little village. With a little tavern (with only one bartender who knew jack-squat), a blacksmith, a general trader with some alchemical ingredients (that he talked about all. the. time.), a mill, and a road. The road was made of regular…

into it with each slow step. I love the way the the ocean paws inquisitively at my passing footprints. The sea is truly beautiful. I’ve always admired it. I like to look out on the horizon and find the tiny waves throbbing on the line between sea and sky. Of course, in actuality the waves are probably huge, but from my standpoint here on the beach, even staring at something so unimaginably big, those massive waves look as big as a wrinkle in a tablecloth. As much as I love walking the beach…