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Requiem
Awareness. Up from back. Voiceless thoughts. Primordial. Proprioceptive. Overwhelming white blur. Small green blur. Churning stomach. Hunger? No. Nausea. Mouth exit. Unpleasant, but relieving. Tingly feeling. Repose again. Restful black.
Joseph FisherPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWho your friends are.
There it was, in all of its weather beaten glory, the little black book John worked so hard to keep safe was now going into the safety of a new owner. A new owner who wasted no time in changing out of their previous attire, not sure why that change was necessary but I am no position to contest that John thought to himself for a few seconds, and into a sleek vanta black two-piece suit tailored to fit. A calming deep voice with a testy wavering tone broke the silence and started the sequence of six shotguns being cocked and without a doubt pointed in John’s direction.
Kassy Mannoua AmoiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Agreement
The woods were dark, and I was lost. It was midsummer and hot the way that it only is in the south. The last of the lavender light had disappeared hours ago, and I was still walking. I hadn’t meant to get lost. Of course, no one ever does, but I knew the way home. I walked this path almost every day, and I didn’t stray.
Across the Shattered Sea
Three generations. The birthdates, names, and deaths of three generations were logged into the black leather-bound notebook resting on the nightstand of Founder Kimble’s private chambers. Kimble, before embarking on this mission, could not have imagined that he would be here…. still on board the Guay. He struggled turning through the pages of the book, reading the few dozen names of the current crew members, looking for an answer. While he strained to see the names in the candlelight, other more poisonous questions, bubbled to the surface of his mind. Why couldn’t he hear the voice? That loud booming voice, clear as day, back when he was a young boy. The voice that had shown him the location of $20,000 hidden deep within the pines. The voice that told him to use the money to build a ship to carry a select few to a better world. The voice that promised Kimble he would find a new kingdom. Where was this voice? Surely, it would have spoken by now. If nothing more than to reassure Kimble that he was on the right path.He thought of himself as Moses. Instead of leading his people through the unforgiving desert, Kimble was leading them through the sea. He had been a good shepherd. Kimble had done everything the voice commanded of him. Certainly, this deafening silence was not punishment for his own doing. Kimble surmised that it undoubtably was a member of his flock to blame for their forsaking. “Greatest esteemed Gyias – voice of all wisdom and time, please grant me your ear” He whispered, his face buried into the book. “I now understand your silence. I beg of you to reveal the name of the one who has disowned their cloak and deafened their ears. Give me their name and I shall bring righteous judgment upon their head”. He sat up with his eyes still closed, his fingers vigorously moved through the pages. When they stopped, Kimble read the name his finger landed on “Abraham Russell”.
Brittany BatesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismFlirting with the Zodiac
When I was a child, the Fifth Dimension told me it was the dawning of the “Age of Aquarius” and to “Let the Sun Shine.” My mother had me read her her horoscope from the newspaper every morning while she got ready for work. Even my grandmother read her daily horoscope.
Amanda WoomerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCoppermouthed
Senator Braun reclined in his wingback desk throne and opened up a little black book to confirm the next prospective family on the list.
Wilson ConkwrightPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEat, Sleep, Shit, Repeat
Eat, Sleep, Shit, Repeat: Today would be different, or at least that’s what I told myself. It was 8:30 AM on March 12th 2028 when Edgar found the notebook. Normally I don’t remember dates. Sometimes the days really blend together here, but March 12th was a day I had been looking forward to for a long time.
Calvin AgranPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBeyond
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a forest. My clothes looked as if someone had tried to rip them from me. As I tried to stand up, I felt a piercing pain flow through my body. I could feel blood dripping down my left leg, so I ripped off what was left of my pants and found a deep wound that looked as if it was done by a knife. A few feet away from me, I noticed a black duffel. I tried my best to walk toward it, slowly taking each step trying not to trigger any pain. When I got to the bag, I quickly opened it. The bag was stacked with money, and a cellphone on top. Using the black screen as a camera, I examined my face. Everything was the same, yet somehow not. Which meant I did it, I jumped.
A Leo’s Tail
I was born in a ball of fire; hurtling down from the cosmos on a ripe summer day, whose sluggish body drug slowly to noon. I was the first of three children; which, naturally, perplexed my childlike sense of importance from its origins - there is, after all, only one spotlight.
Lanie CampbellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Cancer: Lover and a Fighter
The cancer - the crab - is a water sign that can be called many things. Oftentimes, cancers are called emotional, flowy, and subjective about their perceptions of things. It seems especially hard for me, as a male cancer, because I tend to avoid conflict and have trouble asserting myself.
Chess MasterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew World
Why do we feel pain as a physical emotion, within our hearts and chest, when we lose someone we love? The definition of bitter-sweet probably derived from how our brains work this way, pushing through all the memories, good and bad, she takes no prisoners.
U.C. DevarePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Capricorn in Me
Capricorns! There’s Martin Luther King Jr., Steven Hawking, Issac Newton, Denzel Washington, Greta Thunberg, Jim Carrey, Betty White and then there's ME!
Kristy M SorrowPublished 3 years ago in Futurism