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Fabian EllisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismToo Much of Nothing
And so, it was that life would be doomed to a miserable and lacking desire. He didn’t need it, any of it to be sure, and yet he wanted it. The difference was great enough to drive a man from drinking to dying. It was an empty life, but what the hell, he didn’t have much to lose.
David ZimmermannPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBank on the Apocalypse
I awake to the first spring light entering the large murky lattice windows, covered in the grime of time and neglect. Beams of light bounce off the once lustrous marble floors, now stained with decay and littered in carelessness. Warmth from the sunlight across my dark face fills me with a sense of nostalgia, I squint my eyes against the almost-blinding light and for a moment, I see the majestic bank as it once was…before it all ended.
Little Black Book
There was a woman one night riding the subway in a rush to quickly get home before the curfew. To forget about the stress of time rapidly growing in her mind, she lets her imagination wander as she reads the tales of A Thousand and One Nights. As she prepares herself to get off the metro at her station, she suddenly notices a little black book sitting at her side. For unknown reasons, her eyes were riveted on it. As she gets closer to it, she sees that it was a Moleskine notebook -a brand new model she had never seen before- and that its vibrancy could not go unnoticed, as if an energy field was surrounding it.
It Loved To Happen
He looked like lost memories. A prisoner in solitary confinement even as he was surrounded by dozens of parishioners of the drink. His clothes were the anachronism of a smartphone in a World War II USO photograph.
Trevor RichardsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThughra
Thughra curls up into himself, warding off the morning chill. The sun hasn’t quite risen over the top of the mountains, leaving the valley in a purple haze, turning the shadows into lurking figures hiding between market stalls. A small wrinkled woman lays out prunes at the fruit stall, her hands melding into the crumpled skins and a young man carefully displays his colorful scarves of silk and linen. A pain fills Thughra’s stomach, his mother used to wear the same silk scarves, they smelt of burnt amber and frankincense, now their remains drift across the desert, the smell of smoke lingering behind, a black stain on a golden dune. He squints and shakes the thought from his head, focusing on a small beetle scampering across the dusty ground. It’s difficult to distinguish the difference between the pain of loss and the pain of hunger and he wraps his arms tighter around his ribs. The wind sneaks in through the holes of his clothes. As the sun shyly appears above the tip of the mountains, the market begins to wake up. Traders and hagglers begin to fill the streets, replacing the menacing shadows. Life returns and an energy buzzes through the air, an energy that Thughra hasn’t been able to connect with since he lost his family to the fire. He scans the crowd and is drawn to a particular figure. The thick brown cloak is unusual for these parts of the world. The figure stands with his back turned, peacefully still. If it had not been for the colourful patterned bag that whispered stories of travels and different lands Thughra would have completely missed him.
Kalinka PetkoffPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMysterious Book
Jerome is a 18 year high school student, who helps his single mom run her small shoe store. He picked up an extra job to help his mom pay the bills, since and due to her shoulder injury picking up heavy boxes.
Davone CoseyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Life-changing Black Book
What would you do if you stumbled upon a goldmine wrapped up in a little black book? This is what happened to 26-year-old Brandon walking to work one day like usual. As he was going to stop by his local 7/11. He noticed a little black book on the floor with numbers written on it. Upon first glance, it was just gibberish. A bunch of numbers written down that didn’t have any rhyme or reason. As he entered the convenience store reading the book he was startled by the shop owner that greeted him as he walked in. “Hey Brandon, what’s up?” “Oh, hey Moe how’s it going?”
Breauna WilsonPublished 3 years ago in Futurism2037: Doomsday
Prologue The year was 2037, mass chaos spread across the world as epidemics wiped out the nations. Government’s took control by dominating the human population; natural disasters spread across the land drowning the coasts and burning what was left of the land. The death rate was 2:1, bodies dropped like flies as the world turned on all living things. Doomsday had begun.
Kendra J. AnthonyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOn the cusp
An investigation of calendric determinism I was supposed to be born, well, today. March 2nd is six weeks to the day after January 19th, and if I’d been six weeks premature in the Kennedy era, I likely wouldn’t be here to write this.
Charly KuecksPublished 3 years ago in FuturismYou Trick the Waking Mind
The woman they call Lu sits upright in bed, the dream still eddying about her temples. She reaches in the dark for her little black notebook, knowing where it will be. The only way you survive in this business is by being precise. She taps the wall for soft light and scribbles hastily on a blank page, trying to capture the essence of the dream before it slips from her grasp.
Kyra HannahPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Pyramid
Ellison closed her eyes, held her breath, and let the sun shine upon her. She loved these moments when the smog broke to let the light through. She could almost imagine she wasn’t a Groundling. She could see herself in the Pyramid, breathing filtered air, the sun always on her skin as she would be far above the smog line.
Elizabeth SheldonPublished 3 years ago in Futurism