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Most recently published stories in Futurism.
The first graduating class of the re-socialisation academy
They were in the first graduating class of the re-socialisation academy, three years after the carnage and cosmos of the red-glare that suffocated the city had dispelled back into the parched blue hue of a vague familiarity.
Bianca FarmakisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBeyond Linear
Sunrise begins to tinge the skies purples, pinks and peaches as water cascades in a small falls, pleasantly hypnotic, though the desiccated fish and human remains upon and within the rich moss of the banks have long warned that the river's pleasantries, at least, are thus limited.
April Wilson-NolenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heart Shaped Locket
The acid rain sizzled and spat as it hit the pock-marked asphalt of the streets of old LA. Only rats walk these dark avenues. Not the four-legged variety, they had more sense and got out or were eaten. Only the two-legged species persisted. Too stupid to run when they could, they were trapped in this ghetto of crumbling concrete and steel. So they plodded through the acid rain, covered in layers of plastic and mylar so that they did not end up looking like the streets, melted and tortured. When they were not roaming, they were scouring the abandoned buildings for food and dry shelter.
Until We Break
The year is 3046 We are the generation that suffered for the arrogance of the people that came before us. Cars no longer run, not unless you were one of the 1% who still had access to gas.
A Space Odyssey
There once was a young and curious Princess named Page. She lived in a large space station of white and gold. One day Princess Page's father King Saxton become very ill and all the space station's medical adviser's were gather to advise the King Saxton's condition. Among the group, Princess Page was there holding onto the King Saxton's hand. On one of the days that the medical adviser's were checking King Saxton's condition he pulled Princess Page in closer to whisper "my time is coming to an end my sweet daughter. I can feel my lifeforce slipping away. soon it will your responsibility to take the throne and rule over this space station." As King Saxton finished speaking he closed his eyes to finally rest. Princess Page began to weep for her father as the sound of the machines started to make sounds; Princess Page continued weeping even as she was pulled away to another room by her mother.
Tayla DelongPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Last Remnant
If the last hope of humanity gave up, and no one was alive to see it, would anyone blame him? It was strange of all thoughts, that would be the one flashing through my mind as the bionics crashed through the windows of my laboratory. Circuits melded with flesh and wires weaving up skin like ivy strangling a tree, the lifeless bodies hobbled towards me, but as always, I was ready.
Universe of Love
The universe of love will be our next home. This new place will correct the issues of the “completely corrupt place” past life that led to the destruction of humanity. In this new life nobody will have the choice or opportunity to be made with wicked characteristics. It just won’t happen. Nobody will live with hate in their precious hearts. Nobody will use their free-will for selfish purposes or for any kind of harmful meaning. Nobody will go hungry or thirsty because we’ve arrived an idea that basic needs shall never be at a cost or at an expense when we create this new loving place. One that is sweeter and one that is full of joy, laughter, peace, love, and fun times that are ready to be enjoyed. This one is where all the people may live at ease and have no worries, no inner issues of ones self, or any insecurities because in this brand new world our peoples know better than to insult someone else. The world as we knew it had to come to an end. Think about it like this… the act of robotic living and the ritual of robotic thinking clashed with the manor of doing things out of pure love and for doing hard work to ensure the future of these suffering lives may be way better.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMarianne
Aida, a twenty-something year old woman with rustic brown hair that drags to her hips, glides through a barren cityscape, almost seamlessly. She's taken this path hundreds upon hundreds of times over the last few months, sometimes making three trips in a day. She's holding onto the hand of a young man, no older than fourteen. His black hair covers his eyes, dusted with the ash and debris of the fallen world.
Cody SteinbergPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Substance Forgotten
I’ve been born 543 times since I last tasted fresh water. Born may be inaccurate. A more factual description is manufactured. I’m one of the copies of the few selected human blueprints that were left to be janitors for our barren planet. Water isn’t necessary when you’re just a copy.
Dianna HannPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLeaving You Behind
Prologue In the year 2067 AD, the united forces of the planet Chi’krea descended upon planet Earth. The human race fell, and the Chi’kra took over as the dominant species.
Emily GallagherPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTales Of City 6 (Part One)
Michael Kaiser surveyed the hazy sunset hues westwards from his usual vape break spot high atop the roof of Ztower 4, looming in the south west quadrant of City 6. Gazing to his left, off to the South, the Ocean lay glimmering in the dimming light, still appearing pure and powerful, a dark and deep blue, with flecks of orange and yellow reflected in it. Below the ripples and eddies of that often tumultuous surface, lay the desolation of human kinds ignorance and apathy - long lost coastal towns and cites to the rising seas, and barren, basic ecosystems where previously complex, thriving hubs of life once operated. City 6 lay on a vast chalk ridge, that looms over what used to be reclaimed marsh land, and a large historic, coastal city...now laying under the waters, gone, the city itself reclaimed by the Sea. Now the tide lapped at the very top of the ridge, which used to be known for its great views of the City and surrounding lower lying lands, in times long gone by.
Julia
Isabella rose with the rising sun, just as she always had. She made her bed and then started making some coffee. She flipped the radio on, not really listening but grateful for the noise which ended the silence in the room. She made toast, slathered on some butter, and then poured herself some coffee and headed down to her store. She could see the busy street through the storefront windows. It was foggy. She adored the fog. At least, she adored how it looked when she was standing at her counter, looking out.
Luke ChangPublished 3 years ago in Futurism