Helen Hawley
Stories (2/0)
They were pioneers...
A bright and cheerful voice filled the climate-controlled room. ‘Good morning Fallon, it is November 14th, 2065. Your time to wake today is 6.30am. Your morning exercise routine starts in five minutes. Your shower will begin at 6.55am and finish at 6.58am. Breakfast today will consist of fruit only. Information regarding your nutritional requirements for the day has been sent to the food preparation terminal”.
By Helen Hawley2 years ago in Futurism
On the way home
A warm breeze whipped a spray of water from the crest of the wave before it curled and crashed, spreading a glistening sheet of water across the sand. He lifted his head and caught the comforting smell of the sea, something he had lived with all of his life. He relaxed his guard for a moment, enjoying the pleasure of resting his weary body. It had been a long journey and now he was hungry, very hungry and he urgently needed to find something to eat. He dug around in the sand and amongst the stones hoping to find a morsel of food. The bright red and blue wrapper trapped under a stone caught his eye and he cautiously moved across the beach towards it. He pulled up quickly when he first saw the girl and tried desperately to get away, but he was just too tired.
By Helen Hawley2 years ago in Earth