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How the Moon Affects Us
There is an energy within us that is difficult to be proven or explained. It has been attempted to be solved by Einstein but he never came to a mathematical conclusion and it is still a concept of study today. So I guess it takes a leap of faith to acknowledge this energy.
Shawntelle MoncyPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
The Creative Process Is a Distant God
Oden lives in a box. All white, flat, smooth walls and no windows. A constant dripping sound though there is no place for water. There is a desk and chair and on the desk there is an open notebook. The pen beside it is fine point; green ink. Oden is a writer. So Oden writes and nothing else. Oden has never been outside the box nor desired to leave; never needed to replace the pen.
Troi SpeaksPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Cinderella (Chapters 7 & 8)
Chapter 7 I felt my jaw drop. My Mama had been there for me for most of my life—how could she not know me? Yet I could see the cloudy confusion in her eyes; she was sincere. I snapped my mouth shut due to good breeding, but continued to stare at the woman who had raised me from childhood.
Brynne NelsonPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Elephant on the Moon
Kitty popped round to Great-grandpa Lucas’s house for a cup of tea. Great-grandpa Lucas was sleeping after working hard all day tidying up his house. When Kitty woke him up, he said to him. “Oh, Kitty! You’re here at last. Let me show you what I’ve done to my garden."
Chloe GilholyPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Jade Cyris: The Move
“Jade? Jade, wake up.” Jade groaned at the name and slowly opened her eyes. “Come on, sweetie, wake up.” Jade sat up in the car and stretched. “What? What is it?”
Gwen BurgettPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
How Discovering We're Alone in the Universe Could Benefit Mankind
The late astronomer and world renowned astrophysicist Carl Sagan once said, "For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring."
John AubertPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Review of 'Manifest 1.1'
I reviewed the 9 and 1/2 minute sneak peek of Manifest in August, and said it had some outstanding possibilities as a time-travel drama. I therefore watched the full first-hour debut last night with great expectation. And it was good. But...
Paul LevinsonPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Red Dawn
The Red Dawn will only appear in the most dire of circumstances. It was Mother Nature's way of saying we have destroyed the planet and she will make it anew. The only ones to survive were the people with pure hearts. Those with impure will become part of nature. They will become what their true souls appear to be. If the soul is too impure, they will become nothing. They will be the dust in the air, the wind in the leaves. They will show as nothing, but they will be useful for Mother Nature does not want no one to be useless. Mother Nature does not want harm to come to the earth more than what humans have already done. She will reintroduce those extinct species that are critical to helping the earth heal, not those will harm the ecosystems already thriving without them.
Senketsu RedPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Home? (Chapter 10)
I see her approach my inert body with a large syringe on her hand, her fist clasped tightly around it. "Who are these people and what are they trying to do?" The question prevails in my mind, and it almost sounds like a whisper coming from the depths of my subconscious. Suddenly the doctor interrupts her operations to comment on some unimportant aspects of their job, to which she releases the syringe on a table next to me. My hand is almost at reach and I know that I can take possession of it if I act quickly enough. While they speak, my fingers attempt to touch the delicate glass, though the chains are too tight to even allow my hand to move in the slightest. Panic settles in and so does the conversation which ends abruptly as soon as one of the present medics sees me move. With a narrow nod of the head, he signals his partner to continue with the injection. However, my fingers have finally managed to grasp the item, though the woman has not noticed.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
The Sith Triumvirate
Back in May, we were treated to the second standalone Star Wars with the release of Solo: A Star Wars Story. Unfortunately, Solo was quickly slammed by fans soon after its announcement as a story we didn't need to see play out and was met with empty theaters upon its release. Star Wars fans are ready for something new, and they made this clear in their rejection of what was meant to be an act of good faith by the powers that be at Disney and Lucasfilm.
Steve BrewerPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
Siren
The siren’s melody had her in a trance for as long as she’s laid eyes on the sea. It was love at first sight. The vastness, the mystery below the reflection of the setting sun; it was all so tantalizing to her fixed state within the boardwalk’s diner. Her senses craved every sensation the sea promised her, the very sight of the rolling waves seemed to beckon to her. She would catch herself staring and longing for the waves, for the sea salt to spray in her face, the wind to card it’s fingers through her hair and tousle it like a lover; until an irritated tone would disrupt her reverie.
Nicole FennPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
A Calloused Man
A Calloused Man Now time is a fickle thing, a creature bereft of mercy, bent on keeping us trapped in its paradox. Like three fates holding our thread between their spindly, crooked fingers ready to sever our continuum at a heart's beat. One sister, whom we shall name the Maiden, wishes to keep us contained in our repetition compulsions, knowing all too well how to ensnare us within moments of pain and regret. She is the bane of the young child, the gate keeper of the calloused man. The other sister, whom we shall name the Mother, has stepped into the ether to await both the child and the man. Constantly observe, she does, for this is her nature. The oldest and wisest of all the sisters, whom we shall name the Crone, plagues the calloused man by giving him dreams that have yet to come giving him hope for Mother who has yet to pour her compassion on his poor soul. The Crone is of no concern to the child, he does not yet know the Maiden, and the Mother is all he sees.
Docyele LlenretepPublished 5 years ago in Futurism
