Autumn Faithwalker
Bio
i love to share beautiful words, and when they are shared with me. in that symbiotic relationship -- the reader and writer, we build new thought from the discourse, together.
Stories (5/0)
Dystopia: 7 Imaginings that Test Human Limits
If you look at what’s happening around you, in your country, the world, what do you feel? 2020 was seen as a bad apple year, this egregious curse on our calendar, #cancelled. Everything about the way we must think and live is markedly different, nothing in 2020 went as planned, or thus far in 2021. Hate was rampant. Weary people, sick of injustice, took to the streets (Some of which were set on fire). The foundations of capitalism were momentarily rocked, to the point where in the U.S. we all were freely given money to keep the whole system afloat. We faced Climate change, fake news, nuclear weaponization, technological surveillance. COVID-19. People are angry and scared, the world is heating up, and the weather is going crazy. The ocean is creeping unto our coastal cities, and won’t be stopping any time soon. A quickly mutating, highly transmissible virus is killing, quickly.
By Autumn Faithwalker3 years ago in Futurism
- First Place in Body Art Challenge
You did WHAT?First Place in Body Art Challenge
I hope I do this right. Unfortunately, part of my story has to do with the loss of someone, and that beautiful, brilliant someone belongs to a number of beautiful, brilliant, strong family members and friends who sting for her every day. It’s impossible to think of a way to honor her properly in the framework of a narrative centered around me, and describing such grossly indulgent and juvenile behavior.
By Autumn Faithwalker4 years ago in Psyche
- First Place in Brain Power Playlist Challenge
No Choice But to Get Through itFirst Place in Brain Power Playlist Challenge
It's once again the early morning, I'm hacking away at my keyboard, my fingers heavy with fatigue, my brain a hum-drum of endless strings of words, on repeat so much that they virtually have no meaning. Hereweoherewego. I'm on autopilot, racing against the clock in slow motion. It feels like running in a dream-- the urgency, my heart beating heavily in my chest, the tightening of it, but it's all so slow, so heavy. Dragging myself through the sludge of my addled mind to the finish line.
By Autumn Faithwalker4 years ago in Beat
- Second Place in Landscape Mode Challenge
Changes and DandelionsSecond Place in Landscape Mode Challenge
I wonder how many people in this world have spent most of their lives with one constant space they consider home. In some places, far from where I call home -- or at least far different from where I call home -- there’s probably a lot of people that don’t leave the home they were born in for a long time. Maybe never. I've spent nearly 21 years in the same wooden blue house with a white porch -- and concrete steps that always look wet paving the way to a sandy colored, grainy sidewalk. Nearly 252 months, nearly 84 seasons, calling that house home. I’ve seen people come and go, issues arise and resolve in the neighborhood, yards go from unruly to neat and back again. Time sits heavier as the years bear on and we age. Experiencing so much change in the same space-- it sags.
By Autumn Faithwalker4 years ago in Humans
