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The Girl that Stole the Stars
I am known as the girl who stole the stars and saved the slums, a hero if you would. But how could I be a hero if I couldn't even save the last thing I have of my best friend Cayden? Hi my name is Marcella Lace and to the slums im a hero. In captivity however?I'm just a useless kid with dreams too big for most to even fathom, and very sticky fingers. You see, in time the world has gone to shit. Let's be honest, the world has been divided by class, power plants have overloaded and shut down and the world is in chaos. The government took those in power and with wealth and built them a nice wall away from the rest of us. Soon they took the middle class to build them a wall, though not as nice. But us lower classmen? We were left to make our own society and it's honestly not so bad.
Destinee C WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOld World Woman
Only those few who chose to spend their time reading the manuscripts of the Old World believed that the Heart Locket was more than a tall tale designed to keep the working man under control. In a world as cruel as this one, dripping in the kind of nihilism that any sane person would need to embrace to stay alive for long, the answer to all of the hardships the masses endure day after day couldn't be as simple as an Old World device that endows ultimate power to those who wield it. For hundreds of years, all of those poor dregs who were unfortunate enough to be birthed into this nightmare were told that the system they were born into was too complicated, too insurmountably guarded to be toppled. How could they hope to take control of the means of their way of life if those who hold the reins are so intangible? Nobody had ever seen these people, the shadows behind the curtains dispensing smaller and smaller rations, smaller paychecks, smaller glimpses of hope. How can you destroy what you can't even see?
Trevor GuyerPublished 3 years ago in Futurism"E Chu Ta!" A Guide To 'Star Wars' Swear Words
Regardless of what anyone says, some situations just warrant a good swear word. We've all had a moment where there is simply nothing else to say, and it turns out the characters of Star Wars feel the exact same way.
Culture SlatePublished 3 years ago in FuturismI met a fairy once.... I called her twin.
There’s a small town off the mountaintop, where the townsmen and women scurry about their day; in preparation for visitors of their town to join in on sheer delight. The land is known as Pisgah, named after the mountain in which it resides. Visitors of the town feast on bountiful meals, partake in local folklore, and retreat to their whimsical cottages aligned along the mountainside in which the townspeople cater to the visitors of their town.
rachel ellisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Locket of Cronus
In the midst of time and within the smoky, fogged out atmosphere, Macy could not see, could not feel and also could not hear. The blast she heard was similar to one of the big bang, which initiated the creation of life. Although this time, there existed no more life on earth, and the shock of this event rendered Macy numb to all her senses.
Vanessa PoolianPublished 3 years ago in Futurism- Top Story - June 2021
Who Was the First Mortal Woman on Earth?
One of the most well-known and interesting Greek myths that continues to fascinate people up until this day, is the one about Pandora and her mysterious box. What many people don’t know is that Pandora was the first mortal woman on earth, created by the gods as a punishment for humanity. This article analyzes both Pandora’s myth and its symbolic meanings.
Margaret PanPublished 3 years ago in Futurism Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 8
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 7 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—I tell you that she did—to appear as a fictional character in this new series as well under the full name, Anthi Kanéna. I wonder if Socrates and Plato took a house on Crete during the summer. Woody Allen
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Void
In the dark and dangerous depths of the cities engineering levels, Talus was as silent as a ghost, he knew this vast labyrinth of concrete, pipes, hallways and cables like the back of his hand. The dampness of the underground graveyard clung heavily to his clothes, it caked his skin and penetrated his lungs. The musky, rusted smell from years of decay filled his nostrils as he moved through the endlessness like a blur. In the decrepit hallways next to the auxiliary power grid, Talus ran past 2 men rummaging through the trash. As per normal, the two vagabonds were uninterested in his comings and goings so he didn’t pay them any mind either. Down a few of the wider pipelines, a left turn, a right, another left and Talus slowed down to a walk and approached the edge of the walkway, where he looked out once again across The Void. His rebreather slung loosely around his neck, Talus placed it securely over his mouth and nose so as not to inhale any toxic air while crossing The Void. Aptly named, The Void was the split between the two hemispheres of the city, just like a human brain, only down here it was made of metal, concrete and plastic, thousands of metres of intertwining, looping, and crisscrossing constructs under layers or man-made materials. The only way across the gap was the bridge, a hasty construction built to accommodate the workers down in the depths of the underground city Talus liked to call EL, short from Engineering Levels. The bridge was another couple of hundred metres further to the left of where Talus stood at the end of the corridor, so he took off at a jog along a narrow strut. Pipes, corridors and conduits raced by, the void to his right loomed ominously, falling at least 12 kilometres down to the Earth’s surface. Less than a kilometre down, however, the toxic cloud threatened menacingly, which if entered unprotected, was certain death.
Tom McmulkinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDeus Ex Machina
Her modus operandi was to drive the rotting beast into the ground and feel every second of it. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud.
Taylor M WelchPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe End
THE END June 22, 2063 Brad is starting to complain about the journey. He says he’s worried about the harvest, but I know it’s his wife. She found out she was pregnant right before we left. She’s only the second woman to become pregnant since everything ended. I’ve tried reassuring him, but he just gave me that Brad look and kept walking. I just hope he doesn’t keep complaining the rest of this trip. We’ve got another eight days before we can turn around for our month long trek back home.
Raya McFaddenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTHE AFTERMATH
It was the year 2050, the city of New York was in chaos as over a third of the population of New York had disappeared, their bodies vanished without a trace, leaving behind the things they wore. Some called it an alien invasion, others called it Doomsday; but for Professor Adam McShane, a Professor at NYU; it was the day he lost his beloved wife Alice, and 5-year-old daughter, Beverly. What happened? A question the great minds of the world were unable to answer.
Ninioritse E. TuedonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSplice
Darkness. That’s what lay before us. The head of Goneril’s torch were the only light for miles, n’ Ma 'n I could only make out his twisted fingers as they gripped tightly around his wooden candle. Each of Goneril’s four fingers ended in a long pointed nail, black with the dirt that had caked on since his last bath.
Trey DiGioiaPublished 3 years ago in Futurism