So, I’ve decided to make a weekly post about one among the many cool Steemians in this community. Why? Because they’re awesome! You are awesome! And awesomeness deserves recognition. Not that a lot of

"That one looks like a bear! That's like a train! Those ones, frogs!" Charlie stood up from his cloud-made bed and stretched from feet to wings. He glanced downward one last time before going

The day had been rough. Why? He didn’t remember. He didn’t want to remember. The bench beneath him was his only link to this world, and even that felt almost surreal. Maybe he was sitting at the park,

Her steps were lazy over the paved walkway as she crossed the park. She was definitely going to be late again. She´d probably miss the bus already so, why bother? There was no wind that late morning. Lazy

Wednesday is yellow, and so is the centre of this cool flower. In Venezuela it has various common names, but the two I've heard the most are 'Rabo de iguana' (meaning iguana's tail) and 'Pitahaya de bejuco'

For today's orange theme I present you with... this. Some orange thingies (?) on a cricket. I have no idea of what they are. Eggs? Seeds from a plant? Some kind of exoparasite? No clue. I just know they

A somewhat darker shade of red, to be honest, but still red. Right? In the picture we see an orchid. I'm pretty sure it is from the genus Rodrigezia, but my knowledge of botany is not really that vast,

ESA/Hubble 28 years—over a million pictures. Far away. Partially hidden. Light timidly peeking from behind stormy clouds. This one he had to capture. The colourful, smokey shapes. Frozen in eternal dance.

So, I’ve been somewhat absent from Steemit lately. (More like, a whole month of desperately wanting to connect but not being able due to excess of patria. Worry not if you don quite get that one. You’re

As soon as Ace got home she prepared to work on her assignments. She cleaned her desktop. Planned study days, planned planning days. Filled her room with post-its. She was not leaving everything 'till

source Bang! She ushered the cubs into hiding as the human barks echoed through the woods. Whitetail had seen them before, the long black muzzle they held with their front paws. Its fiery shout—flying

source The first one he remembered clearly. Mary Shelby. He had fell in love with her name—it made him think of science experiments and castles in the rain. Maybe she had been his Dr. Frankenstein, bringing

It was raining the day Peter decided to go. It didn’t matter, for there was nobody there to see him part—no one would get soaked waving at him under showery umbrellas. With showery faces. It was just him,

When he got home, all wet and cold, he almost missed the heat of the flames. Long arms—tentacles—lashing out to him. Caressing him with vicious lust. He refused to light up the fireplace. The smell of

credit to @bex-dk! Long lost were the dust and the smoke. As they moved upward on the mountain the soft breeze brought along scents of eucalyptus, wet earth and honeysuckle—a dynamic picture of the forest

I’ve been trapped in the realm of the internetlessness for a couple of days now (nothing I’m not used to, not to worry) and one of my offline-time activities was to clean up my external HDD. While swirling

source Frowns painted the clowns' faces. Worrying lines over the fire breather’s mask. Too much gunpowder, they said. The cat stretched on the bearded woman’s lap—a warm spot perfectly round as the light

Again with our falling friend. On my last post I thought about whether jumping right before the rock hit the ground would make our hero survive the fall. Turns out, not much. After arriving to that conclusion

So, I went to the bank yesterday and as it's common these days, the waiting line was huge. While waiting for my number to be called, I overheard two kids talking about someone jumping from a falling rock

The wall clock ticked, emphasising the passing of each second he wasn't writing. He sighed. His head rested sideways on his arm, and his arm stretched aimlessly over his desktop. His fingers encountered