Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Futurism.
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.
Ellis HughesPublished 6 years ago in FuturismRanking 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.
Jonathan SimPublished 6 years ago in FuturismReview 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.
Paul LevinsonPublished 6 years ago in FuturismDropping Clues
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.
Paul LevinsonPublished 6 years ago in FuturismWicked
“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.
R. M. TownsendPublished 6 years ago in FuturismThe Best Noise Machine - For the Best Sleep You Will Ever Have
I am not being paid by Nightingale, nor did they send me free stuff. This is my honest opinion and a genuine review of how it has helped me get better sleep.
Indigenous Sustainability
Indigenous Sustainability is a soulcentric and earth based practice founded by The Rusty Anvil. This practice calls on the human species to reevaluate our place on the planet. This is a calling to shift our mentality from a world full of commodities to a world full of gifts. This gift based mindset creates a relationship of reciprocity among all life on earth. One way we can begin to understand this reciprocal relationship is by practicing ancestral skills and learning indigenous wisdom. The gift of learning how to thrive with the land instills an awareness of interconnectedness and interdependence. When we become aware of the many gifts that the Earth provides, we want to nurture, protect, and honor her rather than destroy and take advantage of her. In an indigenous world, reciprocity is in constant motion. Now more than ever, we need to shift away from an industrial growth mindset and closer to an intimate and reciprocal relationship with all life. Indigenous sustainability is a practice of ecocentric beliefs, ancestral skills, and reciprocity.
The Rusty AnvilPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 2)
Walking through a white corridor illuminated by fluorescent blue lights, I feel completely emotionless. My uniform has been slightly stained, giving the whole outfit a different overtone from the rest of the ship. Despite the fact that some invigilator may force me later to change to some clean wearables, right now it's like I'm my own self, standing out from the monotonous and boring crowd that inhabits this spacecraft. Throughout my short journey to base 5, I continue encountering several individuals, all ignoring my slightly audible "Hello's" yet some focusing for a split second on the somewhat striking dirt patch that decorates my shirt.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in FuturismLight Show
~Be Dillon~ It was after dusk when you both approached the end of the field. You settled down a distance from the water's edge, gazing out from the thinning mist at the bay and further on, the sea. The turquoise blanket was big enough to lie down on, but you smoothed it out as best as you can. Only the best for tonight.
Monos AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FuturismJustified Paranoia
Over the last month, I have been driven… compelled… to talk about my experiences as a person who has interacted with extraterrestrial beings, or a contactee. Some people call this phenomenon “abductions” and the people involved “abductees.” Some people say we are “experiencers.” I say what I have witnessed, experienced, endured, is real—real to me—valid, and has shaped me into the person I am today.
Erin MontgomeryPublished 6 years ago in FuturismFearless 2
Morning came and just as promised I was able to go home. My whole family came. I was finally allowed to change into real clothes, but my clothes looked baggy and big on me because of the amount of weight I had lost since I was in a coma. I got into my dad's Volvo and we drove into the city. We then came to a community that had large black iron gates. My dad rolled down the window and punched in a code. Then the gates slid apart making way for the car to roll in. As soon as the gates were wide enough my dad drove the car forward. All the houses that we drove by had tall walls guarding them against the outside world. Then we came to a property where the walls were pink and had white trim on the edge of walls. A simple white gate held the people out of the estate. My dad punched in another code and an automatic voice answered: "Thank-you, welcome" and the gates opened so fast that it almost snapped the walls. We then drove down a curved driveway that was lined with trees. Then we came to a roundabout wherein the center was a large white fountain with a tacky cupid that sat on the top and shot water from its arrow. I then saw the largest mansion I had ever laid eyes on. There was a marble staircase leading to the house and large rectangle windows with silver frames. The whole house was pink and it matched the walls of the exterior of the house. There were white columns just beneath the balcony that had patio furniture set up. Two large planters stood on either side of the staircase. A man in a tuxedo stood by the car door and my whole family got out, including me, and the man in the tuxedo took the car keys from my dad and he drove off to park it.