#PlanetOrPlastic

The mass of water that once belonged to more than half of earth-- our home-- had finally been destroyed. Every hint of life in the sea had died years ago. There wasn't a person alive who didn't wish to once again taste the familiar salty breeze of the ocean, to be wrapped in the arms of its waves one last time, but the sad thing was that no one had the ablilty to care about those memories until the end came, and stole from us what we thought would last forever.

(The paragraph above is only a description of the first short story entry)

This is a collection of my entries for the National Geographic writing contest. I hope you enjoy!

*Cover image does not belong to me*