Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Futurism.
The Plight of the Virgo
I'm a What? When I was two years old my aunt gave me a stuffed lion. He quickly became my favourite toy and I took him everywhere (I named him Daniel, that's a whole other story). That lion led to more lions and was the start of a collector's obsession. I was ten years old when Disney released the Lion King in 1994 - my fate was sealed. It was lion everything after that.
Christina BlanchettePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Fault in My Star Signs
I've never really been massively interested in astronomy. My Dad believes in it and often tries to guess people's star signs after brief meetings. He's always very excited when he gets it right. My Dad would have said to me well you do that because you're a Libra or you feel that way because you're a Libra and when I was old enough to find out for myself what the particular traits pertaining to the Libra Zodiac sign were, I had to agree with my Dad that I did seem to fit the general profile.
Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr BurnsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Tether To Another World
To this world, my dad was Lewis C. Kaiser—famed explorer, adventurer and TV personality. To me, he was dad—supportive, funny (or as funny as his lame dad jokes go), and a walking ATM. He was the greatest dad ever.
Jesse Erasmus TierPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDawn of Darkness
The bright and full moon had just begun it’s leisurely descent behind the unreachable horizon in the realm of Laografan. At the edge of Darkroot Forest, a group of lightly armoured elves traversed the treetops under the cover of the thick canopy. The reason behind their disturbance of a usually calm and quiet night? A report of a large collection of humans gathered by the base of the Vadensnaw mountains. Thus, six of the greatest Elven warriors were chosen to investigate the race that had been experiencing the most internal turmoil and why they would choose to gather at the crossroads between the Elven realm and the Dwarven realm.
Joey RojasPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWow!
“I am still waiting for a definitive explanation that makes sense,” Ehman said. And we all are, at least, the ones who actually know about it.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPhil's Remarkable Voyage
The little robot couldn't believe it. $20,000 for the best story, and it could all be his. Phil had never written a story before, nor could he even speak sounds other than "beep" and "boop," but that would not deter him. Just think how many Lego sets he could afford, how many things he could build. He hadn't entirely been sure how much that money that was, but Phil figured he was a whiz at counting his little studded toes and would therefore find it easy to calculate. A big number for such a tiny robot. There are usually only so many things a little robot could need, but in such a big and costly world it would afford him just about anything he wanted. He wanted one thing above all else: the parts to build a robot friend. Many of them.
Phil RobotPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCraps and Zodiacs
You are startled. You just woke to find yourself on a tiny UFO flying way too fast over the Earth, which is clearly thousands of feet below you. Is that Texas? You can see Missouri from here, too!
Voltmayer MunchonianPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBlame the stars!
I was born on a lovely 19th of June. Since then, I've experienced my fair share of judgy looks and weird stares from people whenever I tell them I'm a Gemini.
Lara HayesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Wild Gemini (the Domesticated Gemini)
Duality is an intrinsic part of nature; yin and yang, chaos and order, push and pull, black and white. Gemini represents that duality within the zodiac, often symbolised by the sign of twins, duality effectively rendered in physical form. There is a reason why fiction often represents twins as one good, one evil; polar opposites in character; often one hero and one villain.
Rachel F HundredPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew Horizons
I. The first sign of intelligent life has an afro. Her clothing is made from water, rock and sand. I landed the ICP. Stella, my orange ragdoll, meowed. We stared at her and she at us. Within and without time.
Marquis D. GibsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Pelin Journal
Day 1 I found this little black book in a bag that was shoved under the bed in a room they had never allowed me in. I don’t think the person who left it behind would mind me using it; they have no use for it now, anyway. Not sure where to begin. Never thought about writing things down before. Journaling is what they used to call it. Who would have guessed I’d start!
Fated
The stars write the lives beneath them. Each sparkling dot in the sky lends a piece of fate to every baby. Sometimes they are cruel. They snuff out the first breath of an innocent child. Sometimes they are fanciful. They write soulmates passing in the street only to meet decades later. Sometimes they are kind. Whenever dreams come true after wishing on a star.