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I wrote this short story last summer, when the BP Oil Spill happened.
"What once was…"I had to stop. To see the damage. To see what had been lost. I pulled to the side of the road, immediately got out of my car, and ran towards what once was. What once was blue and green and teaming with life was now black and lifeless. What once was sand that was so soft between your toes, filled with beautiful shells was not sand no more. No, instead this place was filled with corpses…this was a murder scene. Reality hit me hard, so much so I fell to my knees and began to cry. I cried for what once was, for everything that had been lost, for what would eventually be lost. As time past and my vision stopped being a blur I noticed right in front of me what once was a thriving green sea turtle. Not caring that the sea turtle was dead and smothered in darkness, I picked up what once was and held the creature tight in my arms. This green sea turtle was quite small in size and because of this, I knew that it had only began to live life; perhaps only experiencing around seven years of the world. A blink of an eye for a creature who can live up to its 80’s. I thought of what once was a creature who could have lived to see the constants of the ocean yet see the forever changes on land. But today the ocean did not remain constant, as it has for most of history, supporting animals whose existence can be traced back to the time of dinosaurs. No, It changed today. It changed because of us and it changed for the worse. As I held what once was in my arms, I thought to myself, when will life be enough? Enough for people to care, to appreciate, to at least respect. I knew not of who this turtle was, not of its siblings, nor of the parents, but I knew that this little one had a life…it lived just as I do right now. Does not all life deserve to do just that…live, not to be another what once was?

I wrote this short story last summer, when the BP Oil Spill happened.

"What once was…"
I had to stop. To see the damage. To see what had been lost. I pulled to the side of the road, immediately got out of my car, and ran towards what once was. What once was blue and green and teaming with life was now black and lifeless. What once was sand that was so soft between your toes, filled with beautiful shells was not sand no more. No, instead this place was filled with corpses…this was a murder scene. Reality hit me hard, so much so I fell to my knees and began to cry. I cried for what once was, for everything that had been lost, for what would eventually be lost. As time past and my vision stopped being a blur I noticed right in front of me what once was a thriving green sea turtle. Not caring that the sea turtle was dead and smothered in darkness, I picked up what once was and held the creature tight in my arms. This green sea turtle was quite small in size and because of this, I knew that it had only began to live life; perhaps only experiencing around seven years of the world. A blink of an eye for a creature who can live up to its 80’s. I thought of what once was a creature who could have lived to see the constants of the ocean yet see the forever changes on land. But today the ocean did not remain constant, as it has for most of history, supporting animals whose existence can be traced back to the time of dinosaurs. No, It changed today. It changed because of us and it changed for the worse. As I held what once was in my arms, I thought to myself, when will life be enough? Enough for people to care, to appreciate, to at least respect. I knew not of who this turtle was, not of its siblings, nor of the parents, but I knew that this little one had a life…it lived just as I do right now. Does not all life deserve to do just that…live, not to be another what once was?

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