Most recently published stories in Futurism.
The Final Secret
Relvendian knew what could happen to him. He didn’t care. The entire building was empty, moss growing over the debris that littered the dirt floor. They’d dug up the very floor, every tile in the entire twenty store building. Hundreds of rooms, every single one ransacked, leaving nothing but a vague impression of what it once had been. Relvendian was about a hundred years late to the party, but then again, he was feeling lucky. As he walked past what used to be a large wooden desk, now smelling of rot and damp, he saw a light shine through the window to his left, starting on the wall and moving towards him. He hit the ground, crawling frantically underneath the desk, hiding from that penetrating light. He looked pathetic in his attempt to hide, but anyone who claimed to care about their pride when a Sentinial was involved was either a liar, insane, or both.
Zodiacs are Bullsh*t
With people still believing covid is a hoax, it's no surprise to me there's people out there that believe zodiac signs hold some kind of truth. In reality, zodiac signs are just a flawed method for people to validate their characteristics no matter how positive or negative they may be. After all, you would probably roll your eyes if your waitress treated you poorly and said Oh I'm sorry, I'm a Pisces.
The Little Black Book
Clark Jones a well known author, writer, and mystery buff was struggling to meet his deadline, and running out of options. He tried throwing the ball up in the air and catching it to clear his mind, meditated, and had a dance party by himself to get the juices flowing. Nothing worked.
Tales of an Arachnid.
Tales of an Arachnid. It so happens to be that I am the spawn of Valentine's month. Good Morning November! The irony of being a Scorpio is that our exterior is this crude & intimidating exoskeleton..
A curious crow collected bills that had dropped from purses and wallets and pants pockets. These were like leaves to the crow. Woven with sticks and actual leaves and moss and other forest things, they made for the crow a nest on a favorable branch in a far-away tree.
The day had come. Nyah would finally become a magician. Or at least placed in one of the magical clans to train. She had waited for her key for weeks and had just been about to give up hope when one day the rusty, old key laid there on her doormat. The delay in the key’s arrival had caused her to have all kinds of emotions and she had started questioning herself. Could she be the black sheep of the family? The one without any magic in her soul? Relief had coursed through her when she saw the key followed by excitement and a little nausea. Attached to it had been a brown note stating only a time and a place but Nyah knew what it was. It was her invitation to the room with the hundred doors. The test that would place her in one of the nine magical clans.
Thou Shall Have A Fishy
I was born on the 28th of February. “So, if you were born just one day later, then...” Yes, you guessed it... I would have been born on the 1st of March.
Not Another Black Book Story
In the clear depths of the evening sky, Alex takes a walk into his local town to escape the stressful air his parents’ argument had provoked. A breath of clear, fresh air. Alex loved to walk outside, looking up to the stars to regain his perspective, to make him feel more at ease. Along the path he walks, further into town when he begins to sense a presence lurking behind him. He takes a quick glimpse behind to reveal a strange dark figure shadowing him, scarily with a quick pace. Instinctively, he proceeds onwards with caution, but doesn’t think much of it. Until, he then hears a vague noise coming from the strange figure but couldn’t quite depict it. Once again, Alex ignores it with caution and carries on moving ahead. Until, he hears a similar noise this time much, much clearer.
We ran for our lives that night. My brother and I, at the ages of thirteen and fifteen, had accumulated some powerful enemies. It seemed as if they had nothing on their agendas but murdering us. And it was all for a black book that we found. Davari and I, orphans in a world that humanity has no idea how it came to be.
On The Other Side
Creeping my way up the abandoned lighthouse, I feared the staircase would give out with every creak that resounded throughout the lighthouse. Even so, that didn't slow my pace, or my curiosity.
The Little Black Book of Magic
David was thrilled. He had been to a yard sale in a small, sleepy town in Wiltshire. A big brown box had attracted his attention and his instinct for a treasure hunt was rising. He purchased the box contents unseen. The anticipation of what was in the box was giving him a good feeling as he drove home.
The Last Human
'What's this thing?' 'It’s a book, don’t you concentrate in history class?' Asked Xii-Xii. 'It’s a notebook. See how there are handwritings here', said 3.1416.