Climate Stories

Poetry Collection // Upon the Stars We See is a deeply personal and politically charged chapbook that weaves together haiku, prose poems, and spoken word to explore the intersections of Indigenous identity, environmental grief, and the quiet violence of modern existence. Through minimalism and lyrical force, it constructs a celestial mirror-reflecting not only the realities of colonization and capitalism, but also the resilience, memory, and inherited strength of those who live through them.

[IN PROGRESS] Martha and James are soulmates trapped together in a never-ending reincarnation loop. Not a bad way to spend eternity, but they wanted more. They wanted a child. Serafina is born and Martha and James are elated to love and raise her and share the new experiences we 'first-lifers' take for granted. But the universe has other plans and, at the age of five, Serafina informs them that she too has been condemned to relive her life, again and again, stuck in her very own loop. There ended Drifting Along the Infinite Spring, though questions most certainly remain. Who or what gave Serafina her immortality? Can Martha and James reconcile losing the daughter they thought they knew? And then there's the minor issue of saving the human race from its seemingly guaranteed annihilation... To reiterate, A Kiss Goodnight at the End of Forever is a sequel to Drifting Along the Infinite Spring and For Those Who Don't Believe in Love Songs before that. If you've read neither, this book will make little sense. It is not labeled mature, but there will be rare cases of language, adult situations, and violence. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy. cover by @JELyrica

One sun, one planet, one people. Welcome the fourth International Edition of Tevun-Krus, where you can find excellent sci-fi in all sorts of non-English languages! (Don't worry, there's some English, too!) This time around, we tackle the little-known eco-sci-fi sub-genre known as SolarPunk.

When Amelia Swanson was four, her parents were murdered. The killer was never caught. Twelve years later, something opens a door to her past. It doesn't offer Amelia any answers - only more questions. Dangerous questions. ...The kind people have died for. Now Amelia and her best friend Marv are being hunted. By a system built to suppress the past. By people who have killed to keep secrets buried. And by something dark that stalks her dreams-something that knows her name. As the net tightens around them, Amelia realises they aren't the only ones searching. Everyone is circling the same hidden conspiracy. Politicians. Journalists. Scientists. Secret societies. Resistance cells. Assassins. Amelia begins to understand the truth she was never meant to find: her parents weren't random victims. They were players in a hidden game. And she just stepped onto the board. ------ What to expect from The Hidden game: - A conspiracy thriller with underlying psychological horror elements. - A slow-burn investigation that constantly escalates into real danger and a large conspiracy. - A surveillance-state dystopia and critique of both systemic and algorithmic power. - Layered mysteries where every answer creates new questions. - The story has a strong focus on found family and fiercely loyal friendships. Content warning: parental death (past/flashback), trauma and PTSD, nightmares, occasional violence and death (no gore), and pervasive surveillance themes. ------ Release schedule: I'm aiming to release a new chapters every 10-14 days with short breaks (2-4 weeks) between seasons. Current status: Book 1, Season 1 complete (20 Transmissions, ~60k words). Season 2 is underway and the hunt is active. Planned scope: a trilogy of books split across 9 seasons (approximately 750k words).

A poem about a sunset 🌇 A poem about dusk 🌆 A poem about a street light🚦 A poem about living 👩‍🦰👨‍🦰 A poem about the first day of a new school 🏫 A poem about a class 👥🗣️🧀 A poem about our environment 🌍

It stands, never breached, since time began the Great Fortress world Stuujuuhar, place of the Gate of Starshine that leads to the godly court, protected by The Soaring Gods greatest godly beast champion, Alaa-Oraasturderr, undefeated since became the defender of this green emerald world, now a new threat surges, one of thunder and pale fire that shall not cease, a tide of a new order that will not recede crashes for the war of creations had not ended.

A poem addressing the issues that climate change are having on nature and the environment- fires are engulfing places like Australia, there are devastating floods and 2019 was the hottest year on record. The affects are not subtle. This is our last warning. My poem touches on forest fires, one of the major components of climate change, as we have seen a huge increase, each year bringing more devastating ones than the last..

These were the words of Mr. Thomas Paine. "The final event to himself has been, that as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick." And this short essay defines how the rocket that rose very high and then fell like the stick, explains the state of Global political will assigned to important issues like : Global Warming and Climate Change . To know how true and how relevant is this rocket analogy , please read this short essay on Global Warming and Climate Change.

Life in a small Florida community after an EMP destroys life as they knew it.

A sad but true pome about what's going on in the earth right now

Though this blog post tries to capture an imaginary view of the world in 2075, what matters the most is what we can do today, right now, to construct a series of events that would pave the way for concentrated and genuine efforts made in the direction of protecting the Earth's ecosystem and reducing Global warming; by, both inventing and discovering ways to reduce the carbon footprint at individual level.

As Greta Thunberg said when she went on strike for about three weeks leading up to Sweden's September 9 elections by refusing to attend school when she installed herself outside the Swedish parliament to protest her country's inadequate action on climate change, "I'm doing this because you adults are shitting on my future." That's hella concise. And to me it seems true.

St Nectan's Glen, near Tintagel in Cornwall, UK, has been frequented by people through the centuries, if not millennia. This short story is inspired by a recent trip there, and its recognition by early Celts as a "thin place" - where the distance between the physical world and spirit world is at its thinnest.

Ever since 2080, carbon emissions have increased by a ton and oxygen is becoming more scarce. Now it's the year 7000, and life is hard on Earth. The ozone layer is completely destroyed, and the planet is one steaming, hot orb. Oxygen no longer exists in nature and must be created by man. Meet Jude Ellis, a 17-year-old teenage girl, struggling to keep her mother and herself alive. She's merely a commoner and doesn't have much money, so she gets money by doing other means. Buying oxygen is no cheap thing. When she finds out that there might be more to than it seems to Deathday in 5000, the day natural oxygen disappeared. She detests the nobles and soon finds out that one would change her life. Dale Crassus, the son of a nobleman and a guard, is miserable. Forced to do things he doesn't want to, his life is a long bore that he hopes would end. He doesn't know if this torturous life would end any time soon. Will Jude and Dale help each other, to make a better life for themselves, and the rest of the population on Earth, or will they let their inner hate, and differences, separate them?