short story
Barry and David
I love to anthropomorphize, which is fancy talk for attributing human qualities to non-human things. I do this with animals, plants, and even silverware. Nothing is safe. This time I picked crows. A flock of crows is called a “murder.” When they are driving out a raptor, like a hawk, by dive-bombing them, it is called “mobbing.” Murders and Mobs! What’s not to love? And if you’re lucky enough to gain the trust of a crow, it may bring you gifts.
By Mawde Olssen4 years ago in Earth
The scary effects of population growth
When the doomsday of Pakistan came in 1947, the total population of this country was 75 million. Out of which 35 million population lived in present day West Pakistan. The current population of Pakistan is estimated to be around 220 million. This high rate of population density is shocking. Has happened All our efforts to develop resources and produce more food have been thwarted by this unbridled and rapid population growth. The problem of overpopulation is proving to be a major obstacle to the fulfillment of our dream of a happy and prosperous Pakistan. Now they have become cities and villages have become towns. These towns and cities have usurped our fertile agricultural lands. Most of the forests have been cut down due to pressure and unavailability of houses and settlements. There is a lack of adequate facilities for all the people living in these sprawling cities and towns. Water supply is inadequate. Drainage management is poor. The traffic was light at this time of night. Schools and hospitals are overcrowded. Fields, gardens and amusement parks are just a few. There is no reasonable system for disposal of factory waste in our country. As a result, the water we drink is contaminated. And the wind in which we breathe. It has become poisonous. Indiscriminate deforestation has resulted in the destruction of wildlife. Many species of animals have been wiped out. Due to the growing population, it has not been possible to provide adequate facilities for educating children. The result is that very few of them are getting an education. 80% of our people are illiterate. All efforts to increase literacy rates are proving futile. The same is true of efforts to provide health care to the people. It is not possible to deliver. Due to the limited productivity of the lost factories and the productive gains of our agricultural lands, we are not able to provide food and other necessities of life to the millions of our growing population. Food prices are rising. Our power generation capacity is far below our demand. When it comes to supplying electricity to homes and factories, we are often forced to face load shedding. Population growth has increased unemployment. Many of our young doctors, engineers and respirators do not have jobs. Almost half of our population does not have a job. The question is where such a large population will have access to employment, food, health, education, etc. The evacuation of the population from the countryside has filled the cities with human beings. Traffic jams, environmental degradation, lack of water are the hallmarks of this. Sadly, the majority of our people are unaware of this terrible danger. In a country where the population is close to half and the poverty line is below that, it is a joke to talk about the population. The whole struggle of these four is limited to getting one time bread. If not found, then the famine of that day, these extremely poor people consider having more children as the only solution to avoid famine. That is why the World Bank has pointed out that due to severe food shortages, Pakistan's children, boys and girls have become smaller. Along with physical development, their mental development has also stopped. Guess this is the generation that has to build the future of Pakistan. The result is serious illness and death at an early age. The rest of the survivors, due to poverty, fall into the hands of terrorists and become the raw material of terrorism. We still have no shortage of naive people who support population growth. The United States, Europe, on the other hand, is steadily declining its population with public awareness. We have now entered this age. Where wars are fought by robots not humans. That too with the stroke of a finger, for him the only nation that will be superior in the world will be the expert in the highest technology in science. As in ancient times, the human race is no longer needed. Through which nations have made their survival possible in the past. If human beings start producing children like animals, then what will be the difference between human beings and animals? In the last few years, the supremacy of the Western nations has been made possible by the fact that they have outpaced the Muslims in inventing military technology. This is the key to the success of a democratic and political system. It is directly related to economic stability. An economic s
By Salman Khan4 years ago in Earth
Do Possums Eat Chickens? Here’s How to Protect Your Poultry
Do possums eat chickens Truly? Whether you see the opossum as a good friend or a monster, discovering one in your poultry cage is never ever an enjoyable experience. Although the marsupial is an easy pet, it’s likewise opportunistic and might be a danger to your smaller-sized hens, and their eggs.
By khurshid ahmad4 years ago in Earth
Nature
God has his best creation. we have to always recreate, forgetting the rest. Nature gives us all the vibes. Helps everyone overcome anything. A happy man, visits or takes a tour for peace. A sad person always wishes for a mood change, helps him regain back with an environment change.
By Harsha Upadhyaya4 years ago in Earth
The First and Last
I dreamt of a night lit sky that shined like no other in Bethlehem, Israel. It was cold and had snowed, but the moon glistened within each flake. There was also in the midst of the North a great star set forth to follow where wise men traveled. I saw fruit that had many branches and the vine thereof was everlasting. An owl knew its path by flight and landed on a barn as the sun began to rise.
By DeSeanna E. Morgan4 years ago in Earth
Leopard
"Well, calling names won't catch dinner," said the Ethiopian. "The long and the little of it is that we don't match our backgrounds. I'm going to take Baviaan's advice. He told me I ought to change; and as I've nothing to change except my skin I'm going to change that." "What to?" said the Leopard, tremendously excited. "To a nice working blackish-brownish colour, with a little purple in it, and touches of slaty-blue. It will be the very thing for hiding in hollows and behind trees." So he changed his skin then and there, and the Leopard was more excited than ever; he had never seen a man change his skin before. "But what about me?" he said, when the Ethiopian had worked his last little finger into his fine new black skin. "You take Baviaan's advice too. He told you to go into spots." "So I did," said the Leopard. "I went into other spots as fast as I could. I went into this spot with you, and a lot of good it has done me." "Oh," said the Ethiopian, "Baviaan didn't mean spots in South Africa. He meant spots on your skin." "What's the use of that?" said the Leopard. "Think of Giraffe," said the Ethiopian, "or if you prefer stripes, think of Zebra. They find their spots and stripes give them perfect satisfaction." "Umm," said the Leopard. "I wouldn't look like Zebra not for ever so." "Well, make up your mind," said the Ethiopian, "because I'd hate to go hunting without you, but I must if you insist on looking like a sun-flower against a tarred fence." "I'll take spots, then," said the Leopard; "but don't make 'em too vulgar-big. I wouldn't look like giraffe not for ever so." I'll make 'em with the tips of my fingers," said the Ethiopian. "There's plenty of black left on my skin still. Stand over!" Then the Ethiopian put his five fingers close together (there was plenty of black left on his new skin still) and pressed them all over the Leopard, and wherever the five fingers touched they left five little black marks, all close together. You can see them on any Leopard's skin you like, Best Beloved. Sometimes the fingers slipped and the marks got a little blurred; but if you look closely at any Leopard now you will see that there are always five spots off five fat black finger-tips. "Now you are a beauty!" said the Ethiopian. "You can lie out on the bare ground and look like a heap of pebbles. You can lie out on the naked rocks and look like a piece of pudding-stone. You can lie out on a leafy branch and look like sunshine sifting through the leaves; and you can lie right across the centre of a path and look like nothing in particular. Think of that and purr!" "But if I'm all this," said the Leopard, "why didn't you go spotty too?" "Oh, plain black's best," said the Ethiopian. "Well, calling names won't catch dinner," said the Ethiopian. "The long and the little of it is that we don't match our backgrounds. I'm going to take Baviaan's advice. He told me I ought to change; and as I've nothing to change except my skin I'm going to change that." "Now come along and we'll see if we can't get even with Mr. One-Two-Three-Where's-your-Breakfast!" So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved. That is all. Oh, now and then you will hear grown-ups say, "Can the Ethiopian change his skin or the Leopard his spots?" I don't think even grown-ups would keep on saying such a silly thing if the Leopard and the Ethiopian hadn't done it once do you? But they will never do it again, Best Beloved. They are quite contented as they are.
By Mintoo kumar Yadav4 years ago in Earth
The Owl Of Destiny
Hungry but determined, Herman began his long walk from the market to his father's barn. He had gone there to get some medicine for his dad to no avail. Disappointed, he wanted nothing more than to get home quickly. It was getting late, but observing the sunset while partaking on his journey was therapeutic in itself. The Sun portrayed a radiant mix of violet and orange. Although Herman had a far distance to go, the vibrant colors of the Sun filled his body with energy, and a warm feeling of love swept throughout his entire body. Herman began pondering the human condition. "If we are all a part of a so-called supreme consciousness, how is it that we are all so different?" he thought. Then it hit him. "We are not as different as we believe we are. We all experience the same range of emotions at some point in our lives and share similar senses of this existence; via taste, touch, smell, hearing, and eyesight of this natural world. What if pure consciousness is nothing more than a formless entity experiencing life on a tangible physical plane simultaneously through the eyes of each of us?" Herman thought to himself. "It is a concept I truly will never be able to perfectly articulate. Language in itself limits expression." Herman concluded.
By Anthony Weir 4 years ago in Earth
Key
"Key" A knock at the door. It echoed through the vast corridors. The door stood 11 feet high. Engraved with Hyroglyphs. Everything in the library was Mahogany. Solomon' heard the knock from the back of his study. Light they were. Still ,, this disturbed Solomons' flow. He had grown so sensitive this winter. Winter was the only season. Solomon' had no recollection prior to to what could be estimated to have been maybe 18 months back. Time was lost. Solomon' spilled a beaker filled with a neon red elixir. He let out a scowling yell.
By Lamar Shawn4 years ago in Earth
Night Rides
There was a chill to the night. Not just in the weather, but in the unsettling feeling of being alone in a land full of unknown nocturnal spectators. Coyotes howled and yipped in the distance, the sound of hoof beats made a continuous rhythm that matched my heartbeat, almost emphasizing it. I felt the heat of the horse’s warmed muscles through his shedding winter coat under my legs, like the warmth of the early spring day faded. Stars brightened the sky, but in the darkened woods it made no difference. There was a ranch house in the distance behind some trees, a beacon of light in an otherwise sea of darkness. The horse snorted out of excitement as he picked up his pace as we got closer to home. I was sure he also felt the same eeriness I felt. As we came around the corner of the dirt road we were following, he stopped suddenly.
By Jessica R Faunce4 years ago in Earth
