Most recently published stories in Futurism.
Toxicity and What It Does to the Body
Toxic leaks from landfills seep into our groundwater all the time. Imagine all that plastic just not biodegrading at all, staying put in that landfill for all time. We have access to many a lethal chemical on this planet right now. Toxicity cannot be resolved in one generation, in fact, it may take many but we need to quit ignoring all the problems it brings. Prolonged stress can cause reactions in the physical body. Poisons work inside the body but some will increase or lower the heart rate for example.
The next day, Jon was waiting for me down in the bonus living room or I guess it was more of a salon than anything else. Anyways, a coffee table stood in the center of the room and a fireplace was on the right of it and behind was a couch. On the coffee table was a black box that looked like it contained cash or something of high importance. Jon opened it and in it were white stickers and a device that looked like an old Nokia phone.
'Ready Player One'
Ready Player One, the movie based on the novel originally written by the author Ernest Cline, was a movie I personally really was looking forward to, as I quite enjoyed reading the novel. I have a lot to say about this movie, but for the sake of not making this post too long, I'll stick to a few points, mostly looking at the changes that were made.
A basic definition to the people who know what pollution is but can’t really explain it is, “The presence in or introduction into the environment of a substance or a thing that has harmful or poisonous effects.”
Groundwater pollution is brought on when acid rain, boats, factories, a septic system, and other manmade products such as gasoline seep into the soil. The soil then becomes unfit for us humans to use it. Pesticides, as well as fertilizers, can get into the soil eventually. It is amazing humans can grow crops in this environment. (Groundwater Contamination). Contaminated groundwater can cause hepatitis or dysentery. Other sources of contamination include storage tanks that release gasoline, oil, chemicals, or other sorts of liquids. Some have estimated there are ten million storage tanks in the United States.
The Dragon With a Smoker's Cough
Berny was a dragon who lived high up on the hill. Every day, he'd wake at dusk and swoop with giant, flame-coloured wings down to the long river that separated himself and the village. His thunderous footsteps echoed through woods which made the squirrels scutter up the tall trees and hide. His head was the cage for two deep, black eyes. Berny's body was the size of the large hill which excluded the village from the rest of the land around them.
Weaver — A Silver Crown (Ch. 1)
Night had fully swept into the Silver Forest, the darkness thick and impenetrable as I mutedly entered and ran through a clearing of trees. It did not scare me, no, for the night was my friend, my ally in these lonely years, my eyes made to see through the black fog. Shadows and spider silk snagged on my skin in a hushed hiss as I darted past branches and leaves, my bare feet gentle on the soft undergrowth beneath, careful to avoid any stones or twigs that had fallen in the autumn breeze.
Ranking the Star Wars Movies from Worst to Best
Star Wars is one of the biggest franchises in history. Even if you've never watched it, you have to have heard of it, and I am proud to call myself a...wait, what are fans of Star Wars called? Wookiees? Warsians? Oh, I remember – whiners and traitors.
Review of '12 Monkeys' 4-7.9
I've been saying for years—well, since 1995, when Terry Gilliam's movie, starring Bruce Willis and Madeleine Stowe first came out—that 12 Monkeys (based on the 1962 short, La Jetée) is the best time-travel movie ever made. This gave the television series, which came out in 2015 and I've been reviewing ever since, a lot to live up to. Up until tonight's penultimate three episodes (4.7-9), the best it did was sidestep the movie, and tell us other time-travel stories. Especially in this final season, some of these stories were as good, in their own ways, as the movie.
Miranda plops down on her couch. She grabs her favorite book from the table in front of her and curls up. She’s trying to distract herself from her thoughts and she knows that a good book should do the trick. Her thoughts start to untangle and her body starts to relax. Old memories are lost as thoughts of wonder and mystery from her story are found. She’s reading a fiction about a man convicted of murder. Currently the killer is on the run and the main charter, Sarah, is right on his tail. Sarah finally catches up to the killer, but only to be shot down cold. The book continues showing how Sarah’s loved ones celebrate her life and how they wish they could have saved her. Miranda puts her book down and starts to gets ready for the day. She dresses in a red cropped top with a small stain on the shoulder with high waisted baggy jeans. She ties the laces on her midnight grey boots and throws up her raven black hair. She grabs an apple for breakfast before walking out of her rusted apartment door. She meets up with her best friend, Bree, downstairs in the same complex. Bree and her laugh and chat as they start to walk down to their favorite coffee shop around the street watching out for daily city dangers. They both have been living Chicago since they were kids. They enjoy the city life, but they both know the risk that comes with living in Chicago. The Windy City has a very high crime rate. Before reaching the coffee shop, Miranda spots a middle age man with messy clothes that have more holes in them than fabric and a shopping cart with a single pillow and what looks like a moldy loaf of bread. The man has a nearly empty cup next to him with a few coins in it.
Review of 'Humans' 3.4
A big development in Humans 3.4, one which puts Sam very much in the spotlight of this narrative. It was a logical move, putting him right in the middle of our central characters, but one which I was not happy to see.
“What do I do now?” Her question hangs in my mind, my heart beating steady as I jingle little bronze bells over the flickering wick of an ocean blue candle. The light dances in my eyes and I study the flame as it moves. My hand flourishes across the page of my journal, documenting, scribing, casting words onto the page, and forming ethereal bonds with crow-black ink. Lyra and I have been friends for nearly a decade. She trusts me, and I do my best to help her and others with my gifts when I can.