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Magic Sketches
“Ugh! I just want things to be different.” She complained. “No matter what I do, things just seem to stay static.” She looked at her watch, it was almost ten in the morning. She was due for work late in the afternoon, but she was starting to feel drained and fed up. She tried hard to be grateful but, at thirty-five, her life was not what she had envisioned when she was twenty, and she was ashamed that she hadn’t achieved more, or gotten more successful by now. She lived in a small apartment, so small that her toilet, bathroom sink, and shower booth were almost three pieces in one. She tried to figure out where she’d gone wrong. ‘Study, get a degree, and your life will be set.’ She’d heard all her life. Well, a degree and a Master's hadn’t helped her with that. She was missing another piece of the puzzle and she didn’t know how to find it. In other words, she felt utterly stuck.
Natalia Perez WahlbergPublished 3 years ago in FuturismResearch Station 152
Satellite burst transmission: originator special operations group Pacific command. Message origin: Research Station 152
Robert RhoadsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismForever Mother
FOREVER MOTHER At first it was elixirs; mixtures ingested, injected, inhaled. These were facilitated by a home chemistry kit, access to a botanical garden and most importantly, a DIY biology lab.
Reparation
He laid there in anguish. The prisoner’s sighs of agony echoed loudly in his head. The sounds rippled through his space and pain skipped with glee within the layers of his skin. His iron chains felt like extensions of his extremities and their added length felt heavy upon the burden of his misery. How long has he been there and why, he knew not. It was only a few sleeps ago that he had realized he was a suffering entity, a being in this narrow and exceedingly hot dimly lit space. An overwhelming feeling of having been from somewhere else had recently begun to take shape, little by little, slumber after slumber.
NightingalePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Traveler
“Oblivion, pure oblivion.” The words scratch across the weathered pages of a small, black, leather bound book. The plastic shell of a flimsy ballpoint pen lifts from the page, and up to the emaciated lips of a tired eyed man.
Alex TobinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBook Marked
No one knows that they are going to be famous when they are born. It just hits you like a brick falling off the leaning tower of bricks and if you saw the tower you would know what I mean. So you might be wondering who I am. Well my name is Brittany Dalton. I'm a 23 year old Diamond. Diamonds are people-like things that live on floating Islands or Clans that are in outer space. Diamonds have two arms, two legs, wings and tails. We also have faces and pointy ears but we either have feathers, scales or fur. The Clan Island you come from depends on what attribute you have. If you live on another Clan Island for a few sunbursts, then your feathers, scales or fur falls out and you grow whatever one is needed to live on that Clan Island. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you about my kind. I’ll get to that in a moment. I’m also sure you want to know how we get to other Clans and it’s easy, we can fly. “Hey Brittany, who are you talking to?” asked Amy. “I'm talking to these people in this little black book,” said Brittany. “ I found it on my flight over to Fluffy Clan island and it hit me in the face.” “ But why are you talking to it?” asked Amy, as she grabbed the little black book. “Whenever I say something it appears on this white thin page. See everything you said is here.” Brittany showed the book to Amy and Amy saw the words show up on the page. “Yeah, so what, why do it at all? Amy exclaimed. “There is more to it,” said Brittany. “Look, it asks me questions too.” “The book asked me what
Kayla SaundersPublished 3 years ago in FuturismVoice on the Radio
It was late—but what time it was, I couldn’t be sure. The sun had set, leaving only memories of orange in the deepening blue, and the streetlights flickered on moments ago. The radio, set to some rock station, buzzed and faded out into white noise. I sat up, intending to turn off the radio, when a slow, deliberate voice came through that gave me chills.
Jessica RuganiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Notebook
I opened my eyes to sunlight filtering through my bedroom curtains, as it had most mornings since living here. Dust particles danced in the rays and entertained my groggy mind as I mentally prepared myself for another day.
Michaela LitePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFortunate Misfortunes
The year is 3333 and the state of the earth, if not for the advanced technology, would have been nearing armageddon but the days were slowly approaching. My name is Uni, I’m your average skinny, tattooed, and pierced body boy and right now my home is in a metal shack in the middle of a desert but fret not I’m not alone. I welcome you to the Desert Vill, a village powered by solar panels with roughly a population of about 22,000 people. The people here lived off trading, they traded their items, gifts, and abilities with one another; unless you had a diamond, diamonds had become the new and scarce dollar making its. Without diamonds, if you wanted some food, you’d either have to work for it or exchange something of value to the cooks for a proper hot meal. As an adult in my twenties, I’ve gained a pretty good and ugly bad reputation in the Vil, and whenever someone was saying my name “Uni!” I was typically running away; running from chefs with a mouthful of their food, running, in nothing but a ladies towel, from scorned men with spike bats and lastly running away from our local law enforcement “The Watchers” for everything I did as a juvenile to piss them off. As rowdy as the Vill could be, the nights were what I lived for. The nights brought in a preserved spot where the cities light gave life to a lifeless area without emitting a single sound. While sitting in one of my secret getaways, I leaned back and my right hand sunk into a pointy but soft texture in the sand and I freaked! I thought it was a desert spider or a desert roach, they’ve all evolved and adapted night vision as well as some people; I myself have an ability, whenever I uhm *coughs* - *chuckles” let's say reach the climax in any movie or book my fingertips light up and tonight, I discovered tonight that deep fright could ignite my fingers as well. Wrist deep sunken into the sand, my right hand glowing, I picked up, what seemed like, a book. A book? I asked in fascinating confusion, mind you, the year is 3333, people of the desert could only dream of a book and there I was in the presence of a metallic black book. I ran down this sandy mountain so fast I stumbled and lost my steps but my hands, which were now glowing uncontrollably, never lost grip of the book. I ran through the light failed grainy streets as
Terry PresumePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThereafter
"This isn't right! I didn't ask for this!" she screamed at the sky from behind her steering wheel. Parked in the driveway, keys still in her hands wanting to put them into the ignition but she had no where to go. No where to run.
Of The Stars
Of the Stars What’s in a name? Well, the answer to whether or not I was born beneath the right star sign. I am a very bull-headed Taurus. Most know that Taurus-born are stubborn, reliable, and immovable. That is pretty much me. I am the one that my family and friends can count on. When I want something, I will do what it takes to get it. I want things in my life a certain way and I won’t settle. I may not have the bank account to accommodate, but I rather enjoy the finer things in life. I work hard for everything I have and maybe I can go overboard sometimes. I would definitely consider myself a shopaholic. I am an artist being, I love all forms of art. Music and writing being at the top of this list. I cannot create music myself. Writing is where I thrive. I get to create new worlds and people. I do not like when things change fast. I can handle gradual change because then I can adapt. I don’t like to feel unsafe in any way. I guess you could say I am a bit paranoid. Since I am an Earth sign, I prefer natural fibers over synthetic fabrics. Life is good for me; when I feel I am surrounded by love, When I am cooking for others, when I am shopping and when I get to create with my own hands. Food. Taureans don’t eat to live, they live to eat. Food is massively important, and they enjoy cooking and hosting dinner parties but, even more, going out to quaff and scoff at any given opportunity. Natural-born food bloggers! The Bull’s affinity for wealth and resource management should not be overlooked when considering appropriate professions for this sign. Banking and accounting may be suitable and appealing, as well as roles as stockbrokers, treasurers, and economists. This am not so sure about for me. Yes, money is great, but I don’t manage it well. No one would want me to handle money. That requires math and I don’t see eye to eye with math. Ruled by Venus, the ultimate work environment for the sweet dependable Bull needs to be beautiful in a serene, earthy way. Taureans will also feel connected to their soul’s purpose if they can create beauty for others in many nourishing and inspiring forms. Comfort is very important in my life. I sit in my bed to write. It’s comfy and warm. Sitting on my bed allows me to relax and allow a story to flow. I would get into the relationship traits of a Taurus, but I don’t know if it fits. I know what I am looking for but my experience with dating is limited. None of my relationships have ever lasted long enough to judge. I am terrible, if I am dating someone and I don’t feel like it is going somewhere. I will end it right away. I don’t have time to waste on non-productive activities that require me to leave my house. This has been a small insight into the mind of a Taurus star sign. We are simple but complicated. We are stubborn but adaptable. If you can ever tame a bull you have accomplished a great feet. Just remember, you will have to continue to work at the relationship because bulls have bad tempers and when they decide, they will follow through. Having a Taurus around can be very rewarding. They will be there with a shoulder for you to cry on. They will be there for whatever you need. No one is more loyal or reliable than a Taurus-born.
Samantha ShafferPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMoyna Calligh
In all my searching, I never thought I would find such a thing, such a treasure. I am getting a bit ahead of myself though.