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Last Night at The Beehive
Ava primps, willing her ebony hair to curl at just the right face-framing angle. She applies a sheer lipstick and steps back to take in the effect. Smoothing out her white sheath dress, she pivots in the mirror. Ava looks as though she’s on her way to a board meeting, not her own bachelorette party. Still, white is bridal, and it contrasts her mocha skin beautifully.
Bryn CostelloPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLittle Black Book Challenge
The sun hung low in the sky, slowly descending, casting gold and emerald mists across the desert dunes that were as plentiful as the yellow corn stalks of Iowa during harvest time, that sprawled across the land in an eery mythic glow. One of the spaceships delicately descended, right on time, just before the maddening hours of twilight and dusk.
Sophia Laurel PackPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Dichotomy of the Gemini
I’m a Gemini. And I’ve always been fascinated by astrology. Does my star sign really reflect who I am? Who I’m likely to get on with? What jobs I’ll be good at? My boyfriend, Gary, is the typical sceptic: “Right, because there are only twelve different personalities in the world.” And, in some ways, I tend to agree with him. It does seem a little ridiculous when you put it like that and, in truth, although I read my horoscopes, I don’t set much store by them. I won’t change my day because of a prediction by Mystic Meg (although I do like to read horoscopes after the fact to see if anything they said did happen – but that’s a whole other article!).
Vicki GloverPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Snow Lady
The clocktower struck six beneath the frozen, ash sky. Factory-grade arachmations crept above the streets of Snowdrift, making a final sweep of the snow-clad alleys before returning to the nearby CORE-powered facility for maintenance.
Michael OleaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTwo Sides of Us
My father used to tell me if I looked up the word stubborn in the dictionary, I would see a lovely photograph of his face as the definition.
Eleni LevreaultPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNote
The day had begun without particular note. A drizzly mist welcomed him when he left his house but had developed into heavy, plump drops. Using reflections from streetlights as a guide in the darkness, Fib tried to stay out of the puddles, but the damp was already in his socks and he knew the chilly clamminess between his toes would now be with him until he got home that evening.
Patrick BrucePublished 3 years ago in FuturismShadow Academy, chapter 17
Waking in the middle of the night, I groaned, body stiff from what happened, then sleeping on a less than comfortable floor.
Amethyst ChampagnePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFrequency Holders
There were whispers of an ancient text created as a fail-safe, its purpose to preserve the collective experience of human existence. Humanity became increasingly volatile throughout eons of civilizations, the propensity for their own destruction was progressing rapidly. The “text” was imbued with the frequency of the Akashic records, the countless lifetimes of experience became far too precious to lose.
Josh MillerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heart of a Lion
What I find entertaining is others’ ability to label you as a zodiac sign you are not. I’ve been labeled as a Virgo, Taurus, Capricorn, etc., but my true Zodiac sign is Leo. You would think those signs are so far from one another and completely different. I’ve often wondered if I’ve had to adapt to an office environment or social situation and have presented as one of those signs to hide my inner self. I’ve wondered, how do they not know who and what I am? It should be very apparent. While the environmental adaptation may be true in part, people read a lot of themselves or their loved ones into you when they interact. You may remind them of their son or daughter, a younger version of themselves, or on some occasions someone they dislike from their past. Who you are is frequently mistaken simply because people read into you as “who they want you to be.” This can be disappointing on both levels. People who do this aren’t looking at you for you. You may find yourself questioning their misguided judgments about you. On the contrary, you may question your zodiac sign and the various information disseminated about it. Not everything has to match, but things may not match the way initially perceived either.
E.L. MartinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Goddess’ Guide to Love and Sex
"Iced or hot?" rolls off my tongue even though I've already bypassed the paper cup in favor of the plastic. Marker cap between my teeth, I write the customer's name and order on the cup before setting it back on the counter and pushing it towards my coworker to make. "I can help who's next."
Dani TravisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAn Astrological Introduction
My closest friends never fail to roll their eyes at any mention of astrology or the zodiac. I assure them that I’m just having some fun when I say:
Ashley GomezPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Door
I remember blowing out the candles on my sixth birthday. I remember the color of the curtain behind my chair and the way my brother turned his head to look at me from his highchair. My mother plastered on a fake grin while the family was there and my stepfather grabbed another beer from the fridge. My grandmother standing in front of me, the smallest woman with more power than most anyone I have ever met. I remember my grandfather standing beside her. The room smelled of grocery store candles and helium balloons. This wish was going to be my most grown-up wish yet. After all, I am six years old now.
brooke vecchiPublished 3 years ago in Futurism