Extraterrestrial skies

but not sent for unknown reasons, to Gauguin, van Gogh stated, “I still have a cypress with a star from down there, a last attempt- a night sky with a moon without radiance, the slender crescent barely emerging from the opaque shadow cast by the earth- one star with an exaggerated brilliance, if you like, a soft brilliance of pink and green in the ultramarine sky, across which some clouds are hurrying” (Whitney 359). The cypress in the middle divides the canvas in half. On the left side of the tree

The rocks are warm on the shore at the lowest point on earth this hot summer day. I look ahead and see scenery I have only dreamed of in my sleep. The Mountains are hazy to my eyes and the Caribbean-colored water awaits my company. Afraid to go in, I think of what happened last time I came to the Dead Sea; I had an unpleasant experience. But I don’t hesitate for a minute. I don’t plunge in, for I know there are elements in the water that could make me very sick if swallowed, and hurt my eyes

She raised her eyes towards the night sky inhaling the crisp, moist air deeply into her lungs. Watching the moon hover high above her, she couldn't help but reflect on the past. Everything she had ever endured, the pain and the loss, would finally be validated as an investment instead of a seemingly endless line of discouraging setbacks. She had been used to gain some advantage or another in the effort of fulfilling her father's goal since she was a child. She accomplished all that was demanded

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air. “You know, despite the fact the world is falling apart, it's still beautiful.” Mingyu took a sip of his Mountain Dew, looking at the view before his eyes. Wonwoo nods, a deep hum ringing out in his throat. The two boys sat in a car parked in the parking lot of their old high school building, a

Arabian Nights EC The Nineteenth Night The following night, Dinarzad said to her Scheherazade, “Dear sister, if you aren’t very sleepy, please tell us one of your fascinating tales?” The King added, “Let it be the continuation of the fisherman and the colored fish.” Scheherazade replied, “With the finest pleasure, O King.”: I heard, O King, that when the fisherman strolled into the King’s palace, he found that his net full of the four colored fish began to stop shaking. The fisherman was then standing

The acoustics of woodpeckers carving into the wood is like a jackhammer. Birds singing to the tune of Moonlight Sonata. The sacchariferous smell of fresh cut Pine trees and the angelic look of Mother Nature at her sanserif looks like the land of the Avatar. The steel horse was whiter than fresh snow in Alaska. The rest of the colors were as pretty as the American flag. The tires were as black as charcoal. The powertrain on the steel horse revved like the irascibility of a muscular rodeo bull in Texas

The July moon was full, illuminating the ranch with peaceful, white light. The stars glimmered white and blue in the purple universe. The evening was surprisingly toasty for the usually brisk Rocky Mountains. Five rambunctious dogs of all shapes and sizes playfully chased each other on the gravel and dirt road while waiting for their wrangler owners, who were dancing inside the French Creek Saloon. Country Rock music blared from every crack and crevice, the saloon had come to life and was ready for

It was a sunny summer day morning. Parvus the dragon woke up from a beautiful dream about gold, adventures and home. A small smile crept on his face when he felt cold metal beneath his tiny claws. Under him, was his only treasure; a golden coin. Feeling satisfied that it is still there, he flapped his red wings in the air, admiring their glorious beauty in the sunlight, when an object loomed above him, blocking the sunlight. He quickly looked up to realize it was a human hand. They wanted to take

The sun glares at me, burning me even more as I look out onto the ocean. The water looks like a blanket of diamonds, making me grin easily. Thinking of the treasure out there, my toes curl into the sand, feeling the rough texture prod me even more. My tanned, muscled arm wraps around the smooth surface of my white surfboard, giving me a rush of adrenaline for what is to come. I jog towards the ocean, my heart thumping faster and faster as I get closer. The first splash of water hits me, a cold

Early in the morning on the African savannah the sun begins to emerge from the horizon. The morning sun continues to rise turning the sky a beautiful blood orange color. All types of animals are called to attention by an African tribal chant; “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba!” Groups of animals emerge from the thick fog walking across the grassy savannah. A flock of flamingos fly across the still crystal water. Herds of antelope hop like frogs through the morning mist. Meanwhile, a mother giraffe and