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Monsoon
The last monsoon had been in 2019, the year that Camila died. That same week, Notre Dame burned. It was as if God had taken two great women, Camila, and the cathedral herself, and felled them, one with water, one with fire, all in one week. 2019 was followed by 2020, the year of the global pandemic. Leticia believed 2020 was the fault of stupid Hollywood scriptwriters. She envisioned a party full of scriptwriters, where they each conceived of all the potential post-apocalyptic movie scripts they could write and put all the plots in a jar. Instead of choosing one disaster, they chose them all. Unfortunately, those same scriptwriters were also unaware of her abuela's teachings that imagining evil could bring it into reality.
Ana Maria LarsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhat We Left Behind
Someone once told me that you cannot describe things by what they lack. My entire camera roll is filled with evidence to the contrary.
Hank RyderPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDoomsday
It’s been ten years since the pandemic broke out. The government thought they could cure everyone by putting a vaccine in the water supply, but it only made matters worse. It all started when big corporations like Wal-Mart started shutting down, followed by the oil companies, and we slowly started getting fewer and fewer shipments with supplies. Everyone started panicking trying to get food and water but they had no such luck, riots started breaking out all over the place with people fighting to survive. Many decided to stay and struggle make-do with the limited supplies that were left while the others chose to break free from society and go off on their own to survive off the lands. Few who saw this coming had prepared, they had seeds for farming and basic knowledge of how to make necessities. A few were a little over-prepared, they had their bunkers stocked so full of supplies they could barely move. A group of friends started a small Utopia for whatever survivors were left. Arron, who was the leader of the group; was around 5’4” with short brown hair with shaved sides, mellow hazel eyes, and a fit body with an eight-pack. David, he was the commander for the peace-keepers, he was tall around 6’4” and slimly buff with jet black messy layered hair with long bangs swept to one side, black-rimmed glasses, tattooed sleeves up and down his arms, one arm was themed with the Native American spirit animals and the other had a more nautical theme with a helm wheel in the middle of his forearm, and piercing blue eyes, the kind of blue that makes you think of the morning sky or the oceans in Cancun. And lastly, Milo was a search and rescue expert, the shortest of the bunch standing at 5’0” with round-rimmed glasses, dark brown hair the same style as David’s, and tattoos covering up a good amount of his body. David, Arron, and Milo were in a polyamorous relationship, and for their anniversary David and Milo pooled their money together and bought Arron a locket. The locket was 24k gold and shaped like a small heart with David and Milo’s pictures in it. That was all David had found one morning after she disappeared. “Milo!” He had run into Milo’s room after the discovery and shook him awake.
David Skylark MagillPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Time of Bees
Astra felt the heart-shaped locket pressed between her palm and chest, quickening her pace as she walked from her office to meet with the Chief Corporate Mayoral Officer of her district. Her monthly rent was due for her cramped subterranean apartment, but her wages were short again. If the rent wasn’t paid, she knew she’d risk homelessness wandering the parched aboveground land.
Natalie PaulPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLife in a Locket
I pulled out my mother’s locket. I still remember the way it hung from her neck. How it dangled when she leaned over, the sun catching the shiny surface with its light. Even with decades between now and then I still feel her absence.
Kelly KennedyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismProject: Chimaera
I awoke to the familiar musty smell of our tiny apartment and the constant dripping of water from the ceiling. The day started as any other, my internal clock wired to wake me before anyone else in the district, including the sun. I stared at the stained ceiling, taking in a deep breath and bracing myself. The thought of another laborious day at the plant made my body groan in response, feeling tension stiffen my shoulders.
Rebekah SmithPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMy New World
My world ended the day aliens invaded earth to rule over humans because they were looking for a new home and saw us as the weaker species. When we got the announcement from the president we left everything but the clothes on our backs and ran for the forest, where we would be safe along with other families. Me being the fastest got to the tree line before the rest of my family could. After they were gone there was no one else left except me and the heart shaped locket my mother gifted to me. Inside the locket was a portrait of my parents taken before I was born.
Brianna BallPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Final Heart
“Dani, wake up. Time to get moving.” The quiet voice was enough to rouse her, but she didn’t move. Sleep hadn’t come easily- or at all, really.
The Burning of Hearts
Under the surface it was exactly like everyone expected it to be. It was dirty, dark and unforgiving. This is what we expected, this is what we imagined and this is exactly what we were given.
Sally NewmanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHow I Would've Made The Rise of Skywalker
Opening Crawl: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..... The Curse of the Force It is a time of civil unrest across the galaxy. After the Resistance took a stand against the First Order on Crait, jedi master Luke Skywalker has put hope back into the masses with his selfless sacrifice. With the spark ignited, the Resistance is growing. Leia Organa has went on a diplomatic mission to Coruscant to try and re-establish the Resistance as a more organized and important face of the New Republic. As political unrest threatens the diplomacy of both the light and the dark, smugglers and thieves have risen up across the galaxy. With the First Order losing its grip, it seeks to control the galaxy in other ways by getting its hands into organized crime syndicates to cover its tracks, thus resurrecting Crimson Dawn. As Rey accompanies Leia on her mission, Poe Dameron and Finn are on their way with Chewbacca to Tatooine to settle business with an old friend who may have ties with the Knights of Ren, the main link keeping the First Order crime chain in tact and under wraps....
Cancel Culture
Section 1 - The Post Apocalyptic Dystopia The sun rises slowly, again. The only time I have to myself. I spend it thinking thoughts of my own... thoughts punishable by death should they reveal themselves outside of my skull. Opinions of the human nature do not matter in society. Society is unified, I remind myself of this as I begin to smell the first drips of coffee brewing. 6:45 a.m. on the dot. Consistency makes for longevity.
Patience Elizabeth SterlingPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew Earth
Saturday December 12th 2055 Damn it had happened. The end to it all. My mom had been preparing me for this since I was born, I grew up on stories of what was to come. She prepared me so I wouldn't be afraid and could not only survive but create a New Earth. This was it. It had finally happened. Here I was standing on the edge of a new world. I could sense the fear in the air but there was excitement too. For those of us that had mothers that were part of the Secret Sect of The Heart we weren't raised with the stories of doom and gloom but of fearlessness and conquering. We are The Heart of the new world. We are the beat of the new world. We had prepared our whole lives for this moment.
Heather May O'NeilPublished 3 years ago in Futurism