Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Futurism.
A Piece of the Pie (Chapters 15-16)
Chapter 15 – A King the Crown Does Not Make Did that seriously happen? Am I losing my mind or something? I have to talk to Holli, but that's a bit of a problem, seeing as my phone, along with her number, was crushed by some freakish alternate-dimensional being.
Justin MoorePublished 3 years ago in FuturismNet Results
Sonja shivered. The cobblestone pavement was cold. Head pounding, she gingerly lifted herself to a sitting position. Tracing two fingers carefully through her matted hair, she winced as she located the wound. A half-inch forward and she could have made the morning papers, the victim of a mugging gone bad.
Taryn VivinoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Book of Possibility
There was once a man who journeyed throughout the world in search of a little black notebook. It was said to contain wisdom beyond man’s wildest dreams. This man’s name was Neon. He was a physicist who spent most of his days in a laboratory or out in nature, trying to figure out the secrets of the universe. As he was growing up, he had heard stories of a mysterious little notebook. The tales he had heard said that this notebook had no author. No one knew the true origins of the book. Some speculated that it may have entered into our dimension through a stargate.
Tjader CarterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOf Selkies and White Lawn Nighties
The storm broke as I climbed the stairs; I thought “Hallelew! this humidity will be done and I can sleep tonight.” I watched as the lightening crackled across the bay, finding home in the shore, the lights flickered once, then - POP we lost power. I LOVE a good storm I crawled into my pulling up the quilt and I settled in to enjoy the crackle and POW of the Thunder-Gods rolling their bowling balls across the sky. I fell asleep sometime after midnight. The storm front moving past and a gentle rain coming down. Combining with the soft rhythmic swhsish of the waves across the sand and the shore the breeze; the night captured my consciousness and we dived into sleep.
Sharalynne MiddletonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Golden Mountain
Being an entertainment critic was a somewhat silly move in 2044, but Joss still remembered a time when stories were written by humans; and he had a lot to say about the lack of soul in AI-generated entertainment and art. Famously purist and a previous movie director himself, he used only typewriters and notebooks to write in; there was something about even interfacing with technology that he found less organic and therefore creativity-killing. He also had a loyal base of movie fans and readers that agreed with him.
Nathan LockePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFrankenstein Meets the Space Monster
It needs to be established, right from the get-go, that neither Dr. Frankenstein nor his stitched-together, reanimated namesake, make an appearance in this 1965 shlock-o-rama.. That said, it's seventy-five of the most enjoyable minutes you're ever likely to spend watching the nefarious unfolding of an extraterrestrial plot to kidnap scantily-clad Puerto Rican women to repopulate the atom-blasted Martian homeworld. Or, something along those lines.
The Perpetuating Notebook
William gently laid the nib of his quill in the top, left-hand corner of the blank, virgin page. He closed his eyes, and began writing.
Christopher DonovanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Citizens
THE CITIZENS The Citizens are a group of genetically modified humans grown in the ‘storehouse’ of the city. They carry the genetic potential of nearly every human civilization from the pre-turmoil period. In essence, they are living time-capsules of human variation.
Judah LoVatoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTicket to Your Future
Stepping out of my dirty apartment building, the acrid fumes of 2090 Earth filled my nostrils. Ah, home sweet home. Or at least, it used to be. See, even in the ever-worsening conditions on Earth, life had always been good for me. My family was close and loving, and when the news turned dark, we always turned it off. We spent a lot of time together, protected each other, and no matter how dark the world was outside, home felt like a beacon of light.
Timothy TwelkerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Shared Dream
Three hours left. It was one of those days when the clock seemed to be moving at hyper speed. An usual day. Every minute slipping by with ease. Aiden found himself daydreaming, staring out the window. Going over, once more, the dream he had last night. Paying no attention to the lecture.
Christine PenxaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSensitive as a Cancer
I was once ashamed of my zodiac sign. Cancers had a reputation for being moody, sensitive, and frequent criers. I thought "No way that applies to me. I don't cry in public! I'm a tough cookie!"
Lanessa HickmanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Start To All Of My Problems
“So you’re saying, I can create as much money as I want with this?” Arnold says to James while slumping down into the wooden chair in the corner of their high-end luxurious condominium. James opens the sliding door to their balcony for the warm breeze of the summer air to travel through the humid Miami condo. “Essentially, yeah. Happy birthday, Arnold. There’s not many rules applied to the book that I know of. All of the pages from the book that I used to buy this place and pay off my student loans I ripped out afterwards. The one downside about this book that I’ve noticed is that you feel an immense guilt for however long the pages that you’ve written something down on stay in that book.”