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The Things I do Have
“SMACK” My cheek hit the concrete, and I could feel the small rocks in my palms as I tried to lift myself from the pavement.
Mitchell G KressinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhen Stars Dance
It had been a long day, and he had thought he’d seen everything, but he had never seen stars dance before. Oh, call it what you want, but she had written it with certainty. She said it was possible - to see them dance - if you "just turn the world upside down." Turn the world upside down, end over end, top over bottom, whichever one gave you the needed perspective. She was an enigma to most, even before the world stood eerily still - always with her hand clutching that heart shaped locket at her breast. But to him she represented something that he had lost, something the world had lost. It had been a long day, not because of a heart shaped locket or what it represented, but because of that girl who he had met 6 months previous. The girl who he had learned today…died.
Eric AmaroPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Continuing.
This story has a beginning and of course as most things do an end, But in this story you will also find something quite peculiar.. a continuing. It takes place in the city of Manchester, England. In the year 2298.
Heart Shaped Locket
I inherited nothing from all my family gone, but this beat up and half-broken heart shaped locket. Not surprising, because I hadn’t counted on anything from them. They cast me out when I was young, at 12 going on 13. Fortunate for me there were plenty of gigs for someone with such a small frame, working along the docks then. It was a gamble to keep my limbs and fingers, but I was quick enough to get through on a dime or two until a hover ship cast me aboard and I got out of this depraved pit, which no one fondly refers to as Megalopoly.
Kelley FrancisPublished 3 years ago in Futurism'Star Wars' Has Revealed Shocking Details About The Fett Bloodline
If there's one thing the Star Wars TV shows have been good at, it's their ability to continue the stories of characters who only appear briefly throughout the main film series and even resurrect ones long believed dead, such as the case with Darth Maul in The Clone Wars and Boba Fett in The Mandalorian.
Culture SlatePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Gate
I had read about it. I even wondered about it but I had no idea I would be alive to see it. The creature of the future was supposed to be just that, of the future. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into? Racing toward the gate was my only way of escape. It was the only opening I could see. The heavy metal looked to be impenetrable but I had to try. There was a key in the gate lock. I touched the cold hard key in the gate which actually resembled a locket. A locket like my grandmother had worn decades ago. It was in the shape of a heart but this one no longer had a glow to it. This one was tarnished and had an aged patina just begging to be polished. Grandmother’s was so beautiful and so shiny. I remember she had said besides her wedding ring it was the only “real” piece of jewelry she had. Thinking of her made me feel real love and very safe. And with that, the gate simply opened as if it were waiting for me to get there. My eyes rushed about. Should I go on? I had no choice for I was moving to the other side merely by thinking it. What is this place, I thought, as I floated through to the other side? It was beautiful and full of life and every living thing. There were so many little children playing, laughing and dancing. They were all innocent and full of truth. Where are their parents or any adults, I wondered? One tiny child ran to me with a beautiful basket filled with luscious fruit and said, “Eat so you can see.” So, I ate. I had never tasted anything so wonderful. My eyesight became so clear. Another little one ran by and blew me a kiss that felt like genuine sweetness and love. Still another gently took my hand and said, “Come, I will show you around”. It seemed that some kind of learning and teaching was going on under the trees. They were all reading and laughing but I did not see a teacher. Next, I saw magnificent colors shooting through the air almost like shooting stars except more real and very bright. The skies were brilliant pink with no blue at all. Beautiful waters of azure flowed throughout the entire place with vivid lush plants. More rivers sprang forth appearing as running on glass and taking on colors of the rainbow as they flowed. In this gorgeous amazing place with its abundant meadows of flowers and trees, animals were running and eating and even talking with deliberate freedom. It was simple, elegant and so inviting. Why was I here?
Debra Kennedy BagwellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRenegade
Renegade - By Fiona Mackenzie The year is 2086… A field three times the size of a superbowl stadium. Packed with screaming fans.
Above Ground
We were crouching behind a dumpster. I was too terrified to acknowledge the stench of stewing garbage assaulting my nose. The moisture between Karina and I’s intertwined fingers intensified as she hugged our palms together tightly. We were both sweating profusely from our marathon sprint in the stifling heat to our current hiding place. Our threadbare clothes were molding to our bodies like a second layer of skin. Time wasn’t in our favor as the horde of daywalkers began to close in on us. There was no escape; we were going to die.
Kennedy LavingtonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismFrom a Little Piece of Gold
Hailee felt tall when she stood up but there was nothing to measure herself against. Her body was soft and achy like when a fever breaks or after a long, unintentional sleep. As she stretched, her arms reached much further toward the sky than felt familiar and her elbow looked like two braided strands of a large knotted tree. Dust and a flat Earth spread as far as Hailee could see. She blinked as if to wash away a dream. Whipping her head from side to side, looking for color, or shape, texture, and density, Hailee wanted to make sense of the empty world. Her movements sounded like stormy winds.
Felicia ChappellePublished 3 years ago in FuturismRainbow Vortex
The year 2044 Post-apocalyptic earth where cyborgs outnumber the human race. The majority of humans became engulfed with the dependency of technology, distracted, living in an illusion of a utopian society. When in fact it was slowly but surely turning into the exact opposite. The agenda of the darkness was to have complete mind control over humanity shifting earth into a slave planet. Where the consciousness of humanity was uploaded into a mass centralized hard drive. The plan from the very beginning was to instill fear, causing civilization to give up free will and hand it to the darkness on a silver platter. A combination of fear, brainwashing, repeating unwarranted propaganda, and distraction was a perfect recipe to complete their diabolical plan. The darkness knew the outcome, for their frequency was unable to increase to where we were heading. Therefore, they did everything possible to keep humanity in a low-frequency state.
Monica IsChosenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhy Slave I Is The Best Ship In 'Star Wars'
The Star Wars universe has brought forth many iconic ships and ship designs: the Empire’s fast and agile TIE-fighters with their striking engine sounds, or the mighty star destroyers with their massive firepower. The versatile X-wing fighters or the big Mon Calamari cruisers of the Rebel Alliance. And of course, the Millennium Falcon, the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.
Culture SlatePublished 3 years ago in FuturismProject Sol
I shuddered awake. Not from a dream, though I wish it were one. The air was chill against my skin even under all these quilts. It was like icicles forming in my lungs. Little shards speckling my dark curled eyelashes. Through the window only meager sunlight filtered in; weak as if straining to warm the earth. The twinkle of a once radiant smile, now blurred by frost. The glass...its like a slowly shattering prism. The crackle of my fireplace alerted me to the dwindling of the last embers of life sustaining flames.
KingSanIIIPublished 3 years ago in Futurism