Ernest James
Stories (8/0)
The Last Tree
In a world consumed by concrete jungles and industrial landscapes, there existed a lone tree—a solitary sentinel standing amidst a sea of asphalt and steel. Its branches stretched towards the heavens like fingers grasping for sunlight, its leaves whispering secrets that had been lost to time. It was the last tree—a symbol of life in a world teetering on the brink of oblivion.
By Ernest James2 months ago in Fiction
Guardians of Gaia
In a world scarred by the ravages of climate change and unchecked human greed, a group of dedicated individuals rises from the shadows to become the guardians of Earth's last remaining wilderness areas. Known as the Guardians of Gaia, they are a diverse coalition of scientists, activists, and ordinary citizens who have come together to protect the planet's most vulnerable ecosystems from destruction.
By Ernest James2 months ago in Earth
Voices of the Ice
In the heart of the Arctic, where the icy winds howled like mournful spirits and the landscape stretched endlessly beneath a blanket of snow, there existed a hidden world of wonder and magic. Among the towering glaciers and shimmering icebergs, a chorus of voices echoed through the frozen wilderness—a symphony of whispers that spoke of ancient secrets and forgotten dreams.
By Ernest James2 months ago in Earth
The Last Garden
Once, the world bloomed with life. Forests stretched as far as the eye could see, rivers teemed with fish, and fields overflowed with crops. But as the years passed and humanity's footprint grew, so too did the toll on the planet. Climate change wreaked havoc, and ecosystems collapsed under the weight of pollution and deforestation. Yet amidst the desolation, there remained a beacon of hope: The Last Garden.
By Ernest James2 months ago in Earth
Whispers in the Dark
In the heart of the bustling city, where the streets thrummed with the pulse of life and the shadows whispered secrets to those who dared to listen, there existed a love both fierce and forbidden. It began innocently enough, a chance encounter on a rainy evening that sparked a flame neither of them could extinguish.
By Ernest James2 months ago in Filthy
Scavengers of the Heart
In the aftermath of the Great Catastrophe, the world lay in ruins. Cities once bustling with life were now nothing but decaying remnants of a bygone era, and the streets were littered with the detritus of a society that had collapsed under the weight of its own excess. Among the ruins, amidst the rubble and decay, there existed a forgotten underbelly—a world inhabited by scavengers, those who eked out a meager existence by rummaging through the discarded remnants of civilization.
By Ernest James3 months ago in Filthy
Rising from the Ashes
In the wake of devastation, hope flickered like a fragile flame amidst the ashes. The town of Crestwood lay in ruins, its once vibrant community reduced to rubble by the merciless hands of wildfire. Amongst the scorched remains stood the remnants of Crestwood High School, a symbol of resilience amid the desolation.
By Ernest James3 months ago in Fiction
Ocean's Cry
In the heart of the Pacific, where the cerulean waters stretch endlessly, lies a reef vibrant with life. Beneath the surface, a kaleidoscope of colors dances among the coral, fish darting like rainbows through the shadows. For Maya, this underwater world was her sanctuary, a place where she felt most alive.
By Ernest James3 months ago in Earth