Water is Life
Martha loves the water. She grew up on an island, surrounded by the white waves and clear, blue water. Every day, she would sneak for a dip in the warm water under the sun. It was at that perfect time that the water is deep and somewhat a bit warm. She arrived in the city to study, away from the water's comfort. She misses the noise of the waves and the silence underneath. She swims in the pool for most of the times, the water heavy in her stride. She looks forward for that day the water welcomes her again.
Earth and Air is Life
Roger loves the earth and the air. The best experience is feeling the wind up his face after a three-hour climb on the mountain. The spectacular view at the top while being played by the wind is a topnotch feeling for him. He would greet his birthday on the top of a hill, as one with the earth and the air. The slow time helped him get back to his life. He would climb in his spare time, all alone, reflecting, minding what he had lost and gained, searching for meanings. He hopes the air and earth would tell him.
Prof. Scarlet Leslie-Lewis
Nowadays, the third element is widely known as a component of batteries. Lithium has another very important role. In 1948, Australian psychiatrist John Cade discovered that lithium could treat episodes of mania associated with bipolar disorder. Although no one knows the exact mechanism, studies have shown that taking lithium reduces the risk of suicide. But no drug is without side effects. Weight gain is typically the most problematic, especially when people are battling depression. Lithium toxicity is possible, so the dose must be monitored carefully. To this day, lithium is still the preferred mood stabilizer in the management of bipolar disorder.
In out, in out. Breathe deeply and slowly. My mind relaxed as I tried to "be one" with my element; water. And suddenly I realized that next class I had an essay due which I didn't write. Breaking my concentration I fell down and went underwater. Gasping for air, I came up. Trying to get water under control I eventually did it and went over to the bank of the pond. I sighed, dripping wet. Again I was the first out, another zero. Oh well, I would've failed Element Mediation anyways. I probably should go and finish up my essay.
Bam! Startled, I awoke. As I peeked through my sleep ridden eyes, all I saw was my book on the floor. I sighed, picking it up and standing up to stretch. I fell asleep studying for a test. Now, I didn't get enough sleep and enough study. I looked over my desk. Papers everywhere, and an open pen that, with my luck, probably got all over my face. I started picking everything up and organizing it. Looking over at the clock I saw 4:00 am. Oh, well. I better go make myself some coffee and try not to wake my flatmate.
I opened the present and immediately noticed something silvery gleaming inside. Glancing at my father with a smile, I picked up the solid metal and held it in my hands.
“Piece of gallium, just what I wanted,” my smile stretched further and I squeezed it and watch it leave silvery residue in my palm. It already started melting.
“Plus, it will not poison you,” dad interjected, with a furrowed brow. “Probably, anyway.”
I jumped up and hugged my dad, careful of the gallium. I sat back down and watched as the metal slowly transformed into liquid as if by magic.
This is too much, Gerry thought as he stared down rows and rows of glittering jewelry. The whole overwhelming process was making him second guess the whole thing.
“Do you need any help?” A perky voice asked. Gerry looked up at the vendor and shrugged. “I feel out of my depth,” he confessed. “No gold though, she does not like it.”
“We have a wide array of silver rings,” Gerry nodded at the woman, when something caught his eye: black, very inconspicuous, ring, with a small diamond that was hiding in the back row. It’s perfect, she will love it.
The wind blew Eileen's hat right off her head as she stepped out onto the balcony. She spun frantically searching for it when she spotted an eagle a few feet away with her hat clasped in its talons. At that moment she decided it would be best to leave it for the eagle. She had no desire to bargain with the forces of nature today. She had never realized until that moment how dangerous her own balcony could be. Eileen shuddered as she imagined the other forces she might someday meet there. She headed back inside, hands protecting her neck.
Power of the Elements
I played a game where I was a fierce shaman with elemental powers of fire, air, water, and earth. I had to speak with the elements in order to get them to work with me because elemental beings do not like being controlled. After proving to them my worth, we went on a journey where I saved smaller elementals from demons that were trying to steal their powers. I quickly took care of the demons and saved the elementals who then agreed to help me on my quest. Together, we used the power of the elements to save the world.
There is a reason in chemistry class that you are told to wear protective gear, and this is why. In high school, we had a couple of students who did not listen well to instructions. They decided that they were going to put a whole dropper of a liquid substance into another that in large amounts would create a fierce chemical reaction. The rest of the class were working on their own experiments when we heard a loud boom. We turned around to see liquid splattered everywhere including on the two students’ protective gear. Thankfully, no one had to evacuate.
This time it would finally be perfect. He would finally achieve what he had dreamed of for years. To be honest what men had dreamed of for thousands of years before him. And today... today would be the day that he, Andreas, would make it happen. He had poured in the last ingredient, the silver, and waited for the temperature to rise to exactly the right point before stirring it, exactly twenty... the loud crash interrupted his thoughts as the cauldron exploded, leaving nothing of its precious content behind. For with alchemy you do not win gold, you lose silver.
"We have the element of surprise on our side," the whispered words came from his right side as he lay in the snow with comrades around him. He looked around at their faces, each one a friend, and each one with cheeks and noses reddened by the cold. One way or another they would have to make a move soon.
"But if we rush in, we will be surrounded," a voice to his left countered just as quietly.
They all looked at him for a decision.
Moments later they charged, throwing snowballs at their surprised friends in his mother's yard.
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Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.