My grandmother always told me stories about places in the world that creatures of all kinds would roam and eat whatever they pleased. She said that there were no regulations ion how much food you wasted and that humans would pump smog into the sky. This was before the End of Green.
The End of Green is what historians call the point in time where all of the humans on the earth got together and yelled, pointing their fingers at one another, and decided that something had to be done because they were destroying the only planet they had. They call it the End of Green because at that point the only plants were in greenhouses and in climate controlled domes.
Sometimes I lay in bed and think about what non-plastic grass would feel like in between my toes. I find myself getting angry at those who let this once beautiful planet go to ruin. I want to be able to leave the Dome without a helmet. I want to be able to taste and grow my own food while I feel the sun warm my skin. Never in my 14 years on the earth have I felt the sun. They don't let sun in the Dome.
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Healer
Science FictionTurtle's life is completely ordinary, until one night when it REALLY isn't.
