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 Changing Skies Vol. II

Writing Contest 1st Place

Marine Murderer


"The ocean was calm that day; there was no wind, only the sun beating down on my head as the dive boat sped on top of the water. The sky reflected an azure blue, with not a cloud in the sky.  My fingertips gently touched the water. People asked me what I was doing when they heard me calling my friends to come and play with us. Within minutes, they had surrounded the boat..."

Changing Skies Vol. II

Cracking Open



"I’m staring straight into the Sun, and it’s staring back at me,
Neither of us have gone blind yet—
I’m throwing salt out of my windows, towards the roads
Slicked with ice and snow and run off from gutters..."

 Changing Skies Vol. II Writing Contest 2nd Place 

The Promise Of Granite

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"This is all so personal, so trivial, yet so unusual in the world of today that I feel I myself may be a vanishing species. My simple way of life is strangled by the cat’s cradle of drooping wires that connects the vinyl houses perched along the highway to the power grid that struts across a field where deer used to graze at dawn... "

 Changing Skies Vol. II Writing Contest 2nd Place 

Remembering What I Fight For



"Watching these icebergs that broke off the Greenland ice sheet pour into the ocean is magnificent and terrifying. I am sixteen, and I already know too much about climate change to sleep at night. It is all I talk about with my friends, all I learn about at school, and all I feel as I sit here in the Arctic. I hear climate projections in terms of my birthday..."

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