The Sky is Never the Same? Write the first paragraph of this novel

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The Sky Is Never the Same

Written by Maegan Murray on October 29, 2013 11:42 pm
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It is a cool, crisp Autumn day. Andy walks out of the house to a haze of yellow. That can’t be right, he thought. He stood before the tree in his front yard, staring at its green shadow. Ever since his car accident he could not seem to get colors right. Whether he was looking at a car driving by, the shirt he was wearing, or more importantly, the sky, there was no rhyme of reason to its coloring. There was something in his messed up head that made everyday a new palette of colors. Yesterdays brown tree was now grey. Last months orange hair was suddenly purple. And now today, today of all days, the sky had decided to change to yellow. Just one day he wanted the hope and reassurance of looking up and seeing the same color twice, three times, and then all times.


Climate Change!

Written by desertwalker on October 28, 2013 11:16 pm
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“The sky, what is that?” Michael said.

“Oh” said Wendy, the older and wiser of the 3 children. “Umm….well, a long time ago when you would point your chin upward to the top of the night, you could, if you looked hard, by squinting your eyes, see a small bright light called a star. Not many saw them but there were a few “old ones” who would tell us stories about them.

“But Wendy, said Michael trying to get his little sharply pointed head to understand, was it always like that, I mean dark, you know, up there nodding his head up and then down, with only a very small bright light called a star?” When I make my chin tip up, all I know from bumping my head is the hard rock of our home. Everyone’s home is the same so did they say “Sky”, is that what “they” called it?” Was this sky always the same? Was it always dark? Would you be able to look with your eyes and see something beside dark? We haven’t used our eyes for many years they are not necessary here…and as his questions continued so does this story of, The Sky is Never the Same!


So Long, Galileo

Written by @dogtrax on October 28, 2013 5:33 am
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We laugh now to remember the ways in which the world made fun of Galileo for presuming that the Sun was the center of our solar system, not the Earth itself. So long, Copernicus! Who among us hadn’t gazed up at the sky and wondered at the Sun, and how that large glowing orb was keeping us all together, as if the planets were a system of yo-yos set off on an elliptical path?
We laugh now, but not comfortably, because now we all feel like Copernicus, don’t we? We who believed Galileo. We who took it for granted that the largest object in the sky must be the most powerful, the center of the action. No doubt the discovery by Charniegi will forever haunt our imaginations.
How did he see it when no one else did? What was the first spark of doubt that Galileo was wrong?
Charniegi refuses to explain, and only his diagrams are his story, and so we peruse them carefully, wondering how we missed what Charniegi saw. We translate them, talk about them, share them in all of our communication spaces.
There are always those faint lines of history where in hindsight, you realize that you made assumptions and inferences based on incomplete facts. Charniegi did not. He dove in and discovered. He inadvertently made us all look like the fools we were, believing in Galileo.
Now, we look towards Pluto — that misaligned former planet dangling on the outskirts of the solar system — in order to see more clearly. Pluto. The smallest of us really are the most powerful. The sky will never be the same again, will it?
Charniegi made sure of that.


The Sky Is Never the Same: YA Novel

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on October 28, 2013 12:14 am
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This is not my sky. Not any sky I’ve seen before.

When did the sun go black and the moon fade to gray?

When did I ever fear the night as something live and vicious and hungry?

This is not my sky. Not my world. Not my life.

But it is.

It sadly is.

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Begins much the same as dozens of Young Adult dystopian novels.


Patterns in the Sky

Written by Ord on October 27, 2013 10:33 pm
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The sky is never the same when the sun drops beneath Church Mountain on a cool fall evening. Every night we charge up the stairs for the evening spectacle. From the upper story windows we see the fractile patterns of twigs and branches back lit by the rosy sky.


The Sky is Never the Same?

Written by Bill Smith @byzantiumbooks on October 27, 2013 9:50 pm
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Cloud City Boston hasn’t been seen since Thursday.


Martian Sunsets

Written by @rljessen on October 27, 2013 6:19 pm
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The sky is never the same on Mars now that we have started terraforming. The light changes throughout the day, and seems to interact with the landscape much more now that the land reconfiguration process is over. Standing in the lab at sunset, watching the thin Martian light refract off all of the nutrient-dense water droplets in the air makes me feel like I am back on the beach in Barbados with a rum punch in my hand waiting for the green flash at sunset.


Eternal cycles

Written by thearcherrose on October 27, 2013 3:29 pm
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Yesterday changed everything. The world cringed and everyones world became tiny and personnal. The panic ensued as we realised how dependant we were on everything that in reality didnt matter and those who accepted knew it was probably our salvation from ourselves. Today the blue sky above was still and divine the sun once more completed its cycle undeterred and without any sign of recognition of change. The silence allowed us to hear the sound of the birds and in time we would become intune too. The air would clear and the rains become sweeter. The storm coming soon with its rain clouds would be cherished and everyday a new sky would bring understanding and this new life would become a thing we cherished more than we ever had.