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What If
Imagine waking up fully alert and aware of the fact nothing is as it once was. You step out of bed, ready for whatever comes your way. After a quick shower, a small meal, and a strong cup of coffee, you gather your belongings and step into the world outside your door, somehow seeing things differently.
The Zodiac Wager
What's your horoscope? It is the common, slightly annoying wheeze of a bad flirt and a mass of assumptions. Redundant and vastly open, the question pulls us into the construct of traits and personality, strengths and weaknesses. A baseline for the souls we encounter in the day to day, a median to which there is no mean.
Amelia LavalleePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFantasy/Reality
PROLOGUE There they laid side by side, on some sandy beach in an unknown destination far away from the rest of the world. With not a cloud in sight, the sun hung overhead shining its scorching rays upon just the two of them. Light dazzled across the water as soft waves washed along the shore then bubbled back into the endless ocean only to return moments later. Gulls took to the air soaring through the clear blue sky without a sound. The stillness of the seaside was entrancing. At the heart of the boundless beachfront, a bold red umbrella shielded two cozy lounge chairs that rested atop the smooth golden sand. Untroubled by the failures of the past or the fortunes of the future, the chime of two champagne glasses echoed throughout the silence. There they laid side by side, just two unified souls under the sun.
Ethan WesterfieldPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNo Stars Need to Align with Love
It’s been more than 20 years since I last checked what my horoscope says. It seems weird how I abruptly dropped the involuntary habit of borrowing newspapers in the library just to check zodiac readings for the day. I must know my lucky color and my lucky number.
Olivia MarlenePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Incredible Kings
Spring was beginning to emerge in New York City, a welcoming shift in the city where winter winds tear through clothes and lick the bone. The sun was high and bright when Kiko and I stepped out of the apartment and into the noise and clutter of Bushwick. Salt and sand that had kept the sidewalk from being slick, now crushed into the pavement, sparkled in the sun creating an illusion of diamonds in the street.
Carla LorenzPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWorlds in Worlds
Whose story do you want to hear? Whose stories will I tell? Think big, then small. More than everything. An assembly of everythings. Imagine an archipelago of bubbles, floating in pitch black darkness. Each orb is filled with a kind of suspended, glowing dust. Each fleck of dust resembles a tiny, sparkling diamond. Another description: a collection of snow-globes, each filled with twinkling stars instead of snowflakes. Whose story am I telling?
Robinson SagePublished 3 years ago in FuturismHYDROPONICS
What is Hydroponic Farming? Hydroponics is a set of horticulture and a subset of hydroculture. It involves growing healthy plants without using a traditional soil medium using a nutrient like a mineral-rich water solution instead. A plant needs select nutrients, some water, and sunlight to grow.
Ridhi organicPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Triple Scorpio
☼Sun sign: Scorpio ☾Moon sign: Scorpio ▲Rising sign: Scorpio Yup...that's me. Please don't run away, I promise I'm nice!
The Pale Gray Dot
“It’s late Ellison.” A voice said, breaking the silence so suddenly it startled the old library. Its joints creaked and moaned as they jolted awake.
Jacob TuchynerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Sting of the Scorpion
I am an early November birthday, therefore my astrological sign is Scorpio. I have always been a passionate person, especially about things I truly believe in. Let’s just say I am almost 100% trait for trait a true Scorpio.
The Greed Ledger
Trainees are God’s way of humbling the accomplished, Caleb thought, as Thomas Charlemagne “Call-me-Charlie” Castille complained about the monotony of their surveillance detail. It made Caleb wonder why the younger man was pursuing a career as a warrior-priest at all, especially given his background of privilege.
Jess & Keith FlahertyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDaemon
Artfully etched stone walls glow a soft orange against the flames of the hearth at the center of a room. Above it, a large square cut out in the ceiling makes the night sky visible from within the quarters. In front of a hefty standing mirror which leans against a wall is a chair gilded in gold, too small to be considered a throne but with all of the details and presence of royalty. Massive throw pillows, furs and ornate fabrics lay atop a veiled canopy bed in one of the corners of the room. Sheer fabrics dance in the night air and obscure a female frame. Eyes resembling nature’s primal forces twinkle in quiet contemplation until a voice is heard clearing its throat from outside the rose colored curtain that acts as a barrier to the room. Though she doesn’t move, her eyes shoot at the curtain like a predatory creature.
voshon lopezPublished 3 years ago in Futurism