Mother Nature's Revenge: A Short Fiction Piece

Mother Nature's Revenge: A Short Fiction Piece

If we don't treat our Earth right, who's to say it won't return the favor?

The last man on Earth takes his last breath, and with that, the Earth itself seems to exhale in relief. The angry waters of Mother Nature had long ago peeled away the roads and swallowed everything created by humans, revealing the wet, closely packed soil which had been hidden underneath.

That’s how it all began, with the regal ice caps shrinking upon themselves, melting into the ocean until the water spilled over the shores and onto the land. The people tried to run or climb to higher land, but they could not escape. The water, which had once been the reason this very Earth was habitable, now stole back the life it had given.

But Mother Nature’s vengeance did not stop there. The fragile climate was shattered from the pollution which clogged the atmosphere and disintegrated the ozone layer. It lashed out in anger and confusion, whipping up colossal tornadoes which drilled whatever massive manmade structures were left into the ground.

Violent thunderstorms lit up the sky and showered the Earth in torrents of rain, which washed away the debris of mankind. Metal scraps and wooden planks sunk to the depths of the sea, which never had, and now never would be, seen by humans.

What beauty lies at the bottom is made an eternal mystery, an answer to a question that nobody would ever be around to ask. For eight days and eight nights, the sun disappeared, and the darkened Earth froze into dead silence.

Had any astronomers been alive, they would have speculated perhaps the sun had been eclipsed by something larger than itself, or something had blocked Earth from the sun’s light. But the last man on Earth was not an astronomer. He barely clung on to life, had there been any physicians they would have said it wasn’t possible that his heart continued to beat.

Yet it did, it would be another unexplainable phenomenon that disturbed the world during mankind’s final days. Mother Nature didn’t care about the sun, or the man, hidden deep underground in the room he had created for this very situation. This was the room which had ruined his life, which had consumed his every waking moment and severed whatever human connections he had forged before its construction.

It was also the room which had saved his life, but during his last conscious thoughts, he wondered if it was worth it to have outlived everybody else. There was nobody to mourn him, only billions of bodies for him to mourn for.

He wept for everybody, people he knew, people he didn’t know, people he had heard of but had never met in person. He celebrated accomplishments that nobody would remember, that hadn’t changed the Earth or course of history in any actual way. He wondered if there was any point in outliving everybody, when there was nobody to tell this to, when he was the only one who could pride himself in having been the last human.

There would be nothing recorded about him, no history textbooks, no documentaries, no thousand-page novels. It didn’t matter whether he died today, or tomorrow, because either way he would be another name in the endless list of casualties that nobody would ever read.

So, when Death finally decided to take him, he was ready. He grasped Death’s hand and vigorously shook it, pulling him into an embrace; he hadn’t touched another being in, well, he didn’t know how long, but it had felt like an eternity. Death led him away from Earth’s devastation, and the Earth could finally grow again.

It took a long time, enough time that the human civilization could have lived and died all over again, but, eventually, the Earth rebuilt itself. The trees burst from underneath the soil, all it took was a single seed to grow a forest, the grandest forest the Earth had ever seen, with trees that touched the clouds and branches which twisted into smooth wooden loops and coils.

The flowers sprouted from the healthy warm soil, in shades the human eyes had never seen before. A completely new color spectrum had been created and it was more magnificent than anybody could have imagined. The sky was vast and blue, more vibrant than it had ever been before, and at night it darkened to a royal navy. The sky was no longer a small glimpse into the universe, but an open window.

Stars trillions of light years away seemed close enough to touch, supernovas were like spilled watercolors across the sky, and shooting stars rained across the galaxy. The Earth was completely and utterly one with the universe. And as the sun slowly rose at the beginning of each day, it stained the sky with oranges and pinks, soft colors melting into each other, blending together to create what painting artists could only dream of.

The Earth was at its prime, stronger and more beautiful than ever before. It was ready for a new generation of life.

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When You Give A Girl A Dad

You give her everything

They say that any male can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad. That dads are just the people that created the child, so to speak, but rather, dads raise their children to be the best they can be. Further, when you give a little girl a dad, you give her much more than a father; you give her the world in one man.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a rock.

Life is tough, and life is constantly changing directions and route. In a world that's never not moving, a girl needs something stable. She needs something that won't let her be alone; someone that's going to be there when life is going great, and someone who is going to be there for her when life is everything but ideal. Dads don't give up on this daughters, they never will.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a role model.

If we never had someone to look up to, we would never have someone to strive to be. When you give a little girl someone to look up to, you give her someone to be. We copy their mannerisms, we copy their habits, and we copy their work ethic. Little girls need someone to show them the world, so that they can create their own.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her the first boy she will ever love.

And I'm not really sure someone will ever be better than him either. He's the first guy to take your heart, and every person you love after him is just a comparison to his endless, unmatchable love. He shows you your worth, and he shows you what your should be treated like: a princess.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her someone to make proud.

After every softball game, soccer tournament, cheerleading competition, etc., you can find every little girl looking up to their dads for their approval. Later in life, they look to their dad with their grades, internships, and little accomplishments. Dads are the reason we try so hard to be the best we can be. Dads raised us to be the very best at whatever we chose to do, and they were there to support you through everything. They are the hardest critics, but they are always your biggest fans.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a credit card.

It's completely true. Dads are the reason we have the things we have, thank the Lord. He's the best to shop with too, since he usually remains outside the store the entire time till he is summoned in to forge the bill. All seriousness, they always give their little girls more than they give themselves, and that's something we love so much about you.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a shoulder to cry on.

When you fell down and cut yourself, your mom looked at you and told you to suck it up. But your dad, on the other hand, got down on the ground with you, and he let you cry. Then later on, when you made a mistake, or broke up with a boy, or just got sad, he was there to dry your tears and tell you everything was going to be okay, especially when you thought the world was crashing down. He will always be there to tell you everything is going to be okay, even when they don't know if everything is going to be okay. That's his job.

When you give a girl a dad, you give her a lifelong best friend.

My dad was my first best friend, and he will be my last. He's stood by me when times got tough, he carried me when I just couldn't do it anymore, and he yelled at me when I deserved it; but the one thing he has never done was give up on me. He will always be the first person I tell good news to, and the last person I ever want to disappoint. He's everything I could ever want in a best friend and more.

Dads are something out of a fairytale. They are your prince charming, your knight in shinny amour, and your fairy godfather. Dads are the reasons we are the people we are today; something that a million "thank you"' will never be enough for.

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8 Types Of People Fetuses Grow Into That 'Pro-Lifers' Don't Give 2.5 Shits About

It is easy to fight for the life of someone who isn't born, and then forget that you wanted them to be alive when you decide to hate their existence.


For those in support of the #AbortionBans happening all over the United States, please remember that the unborn will not always be a fetus — he or she may grow up to be just another person whose existence you don't support.

The fetus may grow up to be transgender — they may wear clothes you deem "not for them" and identify in a way you don't agree with, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them a mentally unstable perv for trying to use the bathroom.

The fetus may grow up to be gay — they may find happiness and love in the arms of someone of the same gender, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them "vile" and shield your children's eyes when they kiss their partner.

The fetus may grow up and go to school — to get shot by someone carrying a gun they should have never been able to acquire, and their life will mean nothing to you when your right to bear arms is on the line.

The fetus may be black — they may wear baggy pants and "look like a thug", and their life will mean nothing to you when you defend the police officer who had no reason to shoot.

The fetus may grow up to be a criminal — he might live on death row for a heinous crime, and his life will mean nothing to you when you fight for the use of lethal injection to end it.

The fetus may end up poor — living off of a minimum wage job and food stamps to survive, and their life will mean nothing to you when they ask for assistance and you call them a "freeloader" and refuse.

The fetus may end up addicted to drugs — an experimentation gone wrong that has led to a lifetime of getting high and their life will mean nothing to you when you see a report that they OD'd and you make a fuss about the availability of Narcan.

The fetus may one day need an abortion — from trauma or simply not being ready, and her life will mean nothing to you as you wave "murderer" and "God hates you" signs as she walks into the office for the procedure.

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Do not tell me that you are pro-life when all of the above people could lose their lives in any way OUTSIDE of abortion and you wouldn't give 2.5 shits.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is gay or trans, you will berate them for who they are or not support them for who they love.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is poor or addicted, you will refuse the help they desperately need or consider their death a betterment of society.

You fight for the baby to be born, but when the used-to-be-classroom-of-fetuses is shot, you care more about your access to firearms than their lives.

It is easy to pretend you care about someone before they are even born, and easy to forget their birth was something you fought for when they are anything other than what you consider an ideal person.

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