Most recently published stories in Futurism.
The Blank Miracle
Blushing pools of dust-filtered sun spilt upon the tiled floor as Evie locked the plexiglass door of the café. She cast her limpid gaze across the jumble of stools, deeming the space worthy of a sweeping. Brushing aside a blond curl that had escaped her scrunchie’s hold, she swerved her aproned hips around the counter to grab the cherry-red handle of the broom. While weaving herself between tables, her eyes snagged suddenly on a reflective patch of brown against the peplum wallpaper. Drawing closer, she scraped back the stool to wedge out a small leather briefcase.
The National Science Day
Embarking on a journey to commemorate National Science Day (28th February). As in 1928, Sir Chandrasekhara Venkata Raman made significant & historic contributions to science to revel in the Raman Effect. He further went on to receive a Nobel Prize for the discovery in the year of 1930. The event is extensively celebrated across numerous educational institutions, viz schools, colleges & universities. The joys of the joy are various themes that have been assigned with the National Science Day since the year 1999. This year’s 2021 theme is “Future of STI: Impacts on Education, Skill, and Work.”
Brielle and Little Black Book
Brielle and Little Black Book With no memory of her past, Brielle works at her little makeup salon downtown with a bodyguard she has no memory of ever hiring, but little does she know she is in for the ride of her life. The bodyguard's name is Michael. He is on strict orders to make sure that Brielle comes in contact with nobody from her past. However, Briella has no memory of ever hiring this bodyguard. She is reluctant and asks him to please leave and stop bothering her and her customers. The situation escalates to where Brielle threatens to call the cops if he does not go. Brielle does not know that the bodyguard can control mines and give people temporary memories.
Best Vashikaran Specialist in Delhi - Astrologer Pandit Ankit Sharma Ji
Delhi, the capital city of india is a densely populated and well-developed metropolitan city that has hectic life schedules for people and is a city that provides numerous opportunities to the people there. But along with the opportunities it provides, there are several problems that the people of delhi face in their day-to-day life. The problems like love, relationship, marriage, business, health, career, etc can cause a serious issue in the lives of people and make it dull and dreary. The one solution for such problems is positive vashikaran that has a power of control and attraction and helps to make their problems go away swiftly.
Sign of My Time
When I think of an Aries, I think of someone whose personality glows with fierceness. Ambition pumping through the veins of an independent, confident person. Someone outgoing and socially adept. Welp, at first glance the shoe is not an exact fit. There are some variables here like LIFE. For example, as a young and new adult, I didn’t have little people depending on me, therefore; the ability to be spontaneous and social was available, and I took that chance frequently. I tend to be more of an introvert now, refraining from socially awkward situations preferring silence when I can get it. Other things fit perfect, like the inner need to be number one. Almost as if Aries are compelled to compete. As I examine the traits of Aries, I reflect on myself and consider if I am indeed a true Aries.
The Wrong Ingredient
It was the Dragon King's royal wedding and he was marrying a beautiful princess from far away. He was a proud young king who had to have the best! For his perfect bride, he must have the perfect everything including the most perfect wedding cake! Now there was only one special baker in the entire kingdom who could make this perfect wedding cake. A middle aged man sat happily in his kitchen icing his favorite macaroons. He smiled. Finally after all that work he sat back and admired his lovely desserts, what a work of art they were!
6:13 am, Jason waiting for his bus. Ugh, another Tuesday morning, another cup of cheap coffee from Carlo. It’s not as terrible as I make it sound. I just wish I could treat myself to something from The Bean or Cazadores. I will never understand why Rebecca left the way she did. She knew I loved her with all my heart. And the kids, god, the kids. Why is it she ran off, but I’m stuck with only seeing them one weekend a month? How is it that a court can look at her and say that I am incapable of providing a stable home? The school loans were almost paid off, and the agency was taking care of law school. Now, here I am stuck paying minimum balances, funding her and Meredith’s best life off in who-knows where their so-called “influencer” life takes them. At least the kids are with Rebecca’s mother now, even if that means they’re two hours outside the beltway.
Capricorns as it is written in the stars
As I, Emmanuel Motelin, write to you presently, I know that many of my friends and fans might be familiar with my traits and idiosyncrasies. You are gracious enough to not treat me rudely to me on the occasions when you contact me. Thank you very much for that.
Jingle, jingle! I awoke with a start. I opened my eyes to see my room as it had always been: books on shelves, models of aeronautics hanging from the ceiling, art supplies and legos strewn about my desk and floor, clothes crumpled everywhere. Nothing amiss. I closed my eyes again.
Coming to Light
She woke up. She was not where she was when she went to sleep, however. At least-not that she could remember. Like a dream, it felt as if she had entered another realm. Adrienne Waters often had very vivid dreams, and at times it was difficult to differentiate reality from her dream world. She placed her hands over and around her eyes, rubbing vigorously in hopes that it would bring her back to reality. It was dark, and as she opened her eyes, she could see the light of a full moon, behind pine trees. That is when she realized she was outside, in a forest? Her hands met the ground around her, she grasped at pine straw, dead leaves, and dirt. Her brain was foggy, as if she had spiraled into another dimension. Her eyes began to adjust to the dark night. There was a fire burning at the bottom of a ravine, and a cloaked woman stood beside it. Could it be Sophia? The woman who left that little black notebook at the café?
Miracles Happen; Sometimes By Chance, Sometimes By Design Dan Gollub He decided to attend a group therapy session at a church. He’d never done it before, but he was at a major crossroads in his life and it would be helpful to express his views and feelings. Everyone in the group was a stranger. He was glad about that. He didn’t want anyone he knew to feel pity for him. When it was his turn to speak, he said, “My name is Carl Etherbridge. It’s an unusual name, and for more reasons than that some of the high school kids bullied me. That doesn’t matter now. The future is all that matters. My future had looked bright and promising. It still does, but less immediately so. I’m in my third year of college. I’m majoring in biology. I have dreams of the great research projects I will carry out. For example, there must be some way of improving the epigenetic status of people who have been through a lot of suffering. But I’m going to have to drop out of school after this semester to work at least two jobs in order to build up my savings. My great future will be deferred.” How did they feel about his fervent belief in his research capabilities? He wondered if he was blushing. “I promise you I will stay on the straight and narrow even when I’m not in school. I won’t do anything which might diminish my brain’s functioning. I don’t use recreational drugs. Nor do I use alcohol. I sometimes attend the Wild Tree Corral nightclub on Saturday nights, and I order a glass or two of tomato juice there. I’m glad to be around people then, and sometimes one of the women there will accept my invitation to dance. If I were in a relationship, I would treat that woman well. She’d have to accept my need to spend long hours studying, and I’d try to make it up to her as best I could. Thanks for listening to me.”
The Enigma of Hingham Hill
The snow fell relentlessly - winds were blowing at fierce speeds. Drifts piled high above my head and the biting cold stung my eyes. It was a wondrous thing to behold! Finally, silence. All was still. I felt completely peaceful. The noise of modern life had come to a halt - but only for a short while. I breathed deeply, and relaxed into that stillness. The only sound was the faint thump of my beating heart, the breath that escaped from my lungs and the crunch of snow beneath my feet. I walked in a bubble of down. The cold didn't touch me. Time evaporated and all thought quieted down to barely a whisper.