Earth

[close] Everyone likes to Roleplay on Goodreads. We like to roleplay everything. Anything. Anything, as if we are writing about a life we desire. The life of Fantasy. But what about the world we live in? Our world. Where there are no miracles. Where, nothing is certain. Here, we roleplay the real world. Write about life that is possible here on Earth. Maybe, you can be the President/Queen, you can be a beggar on the street. You can be that priest that yells at people to join the church, or the quiet genius who invents new...well inventions. You can be a version of any celebrity from Chris brown to Ellen to Sai!! In any country, anywhere ON EARTH. Go on. Scroll down. Explore. :) BUT WAIT!! Just when you thought the description was over, you realize, there's more. Here it is; the only twist I can think of. Different time periods. You can choose to rp your character in ancient China, or Germany, or Russia. NOTE: TIME TRAVEL IS IMPOSSIBLE NOW, SO YOU CANNOT CHANGE TIME PERIODS. Enjoy XD!

[close] Welcome to The City. In The City, the Royals rule the whole population of the Riders. There are strict rules that all must follow. Don't follow, and you will face the consequences. The peace shall not be broken between the different Riders. Any bad interaction between will be severally punished and looked down upon. Have a good ride. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dogs Bears Horses Cats Dragons Falcons

[close] Join author Sharman Apt Russell, recent winner of the 2016 John Burroughs Medal for Distinguished Nature Writing, for a conversation about our relationship to the Earth. Recently I had to give a short speech and found myself talking about this exchange with a friend: “Once,” my friend said, “I believed the Earth was my mother.” Yes, I thought, I remember that. We are shaped in our mother’s womb. We drink from her. We eat from her. Every day she nurtures us with so many gifts. She loves us. She loves me. Then, later in his life, my friend replaced the image of the mother with that of the lover—what he called “matedness.” Yes, I nodded. We have covered the Earth. It would be too easy now to joke about infidelity, estrangement, divorce. Instead I give the metaphor its due: we are the bride of the world, and we are the groom. Our human consciousness, interpenetrated, mated with the Earth. Next my friend said, “And now I think of the future as our child.” And this caught at my heart. This made me feel something new. The future is our child. * * * This event invites your thoughts on the image of “the future as our child.” Pop in and post. I’m interested in your ideas.

[close] Ecofiction, eco-fiction, green fiction--call it what you will, I believe it's an up-and-coming genre. Looking for those who agree to share the books you love.