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What We Did
Our world was not ravaged by flesh eating zombies; nor was it blasted away by angry extra-terrestrial beings. Armageddon did not envelope Earth in an awesome wave of angels and demons.
The Song
The Song “If ever a person were still living in this dark, dark world…” The voice trailed off and only the sound of a low screech was heard, much like the subtle scraping of a mad man’s fingernail as he followed someone down a black alley.
Jenipher DehlinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMan's Best Friend
The street was dead. The only being to roam the pavement was RAF, and he didn't have a pulse. He used to love taking strolls before the hailstorm of bombs dried up the seas of people going about their lives. He was built only two years before it happened, but his favorite pastime during that juncture was sitting in parks and watching people hold hands, play, and read on the grass. He used to make up stories about their lives and tried putting himself in their shoes. He didn't need shoes on account of his metallic feet, but he wore them, nonetheless. All he ever wanted was to be human like the city's former inhabitants, and now he was what was left. It was bittersweet knowing he was a remnant of humanity, proof people once existed.
Sanity
The cold cuts to my soul, the lack of light makes the shiver feel like it matches the landscape. I smell the wet dirt- that is all there is. There is no green anywhere. I always thought that there would be time. God, I miss it now. Those small things, a birdsong, trees, good smells coming from the kitchen. How long ago was that?
Lori DunlapPublished 3 years ago in FuturismArchived
Archived 1 The signal is all I am, all I can remember. I desire nothing other than its grace. There are flashes of other moments, other images, but as soon as I perceive them, they are washed away. A girl shouting as she shoves me from behind, the howls of a creature I cannot recognize, each reality vanishing as quickly as it forms. I try to identify the flashes, but the signal always sates my curiosity, always brings me back to the bliss of my unseen shroud.
The Heart-Shaped Lockett:
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Eric PrincePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Twenty Percent
Pollyanna Polcheck’s life had given her cause to think about her name. What glint of the eye, what waggle of the tightened first, what early wailing, had compelled her parents to name her Pollyanna? She could only conjecture, but she was nothing of the sort. It conjured images of a happy, smiling child, where Polcheck, as she would come to be known, was inscrutable, wild, and gifted with a genius that rendered her under stimulated as a child, and therefore, unhappy and unsmiling – the antithesis of a Pollyanna.
Danielle AgborPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Lokean's Tale: Humble Beginnings
If you're wandering over this way after reading my article about "What To Expect When You're A Lokean", you'll notice that I shared bits and pieces about my personal experiences with Loki and how I came to know who He was. Since then, either through Him gently nudging me or me realizing that eventually the question would be asked, I've been thinking a lot of how I first encountered Him. Since now the creative juices are flowing, I figured now would be a good time as any to explain how I first met the Flame-Haired One.
Dani HamptonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Mendel
‘What’s wrong with your beefmeat, Fy?’ Fjonn stared glumly at his untouched plate, ‘I’m not hungry.’ ‘He’s yucked out from the Museum!’ Aelza piped up, helpfully. ‘They showed us beefmeat from thousands ago – actual animal flesh!’ The thought didn’t seem to deter her, tucking fervently into her own perfectly marbled slab. Fjonn turned pale.
Cienne MortonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe arrangement
Samuel Santiago, please come to the E.R! It’s imperative that you come here . We have a severe case of that disease. We need you here! Santiago rushed into the E.R. He ran into the E.R. He was confused about the empty emergency room. Is this really true? or did he imagine the call from the intercom. Why is there no one here? It’s been a strange and almost terrifying day; because he's seen the world news. The atmosphere’s parts per million has reached a critical level.. He was scared, but he refused to let that news bring his spirits down. « The world is a strange place. It’s rapidly changing day by day, » Santiago mumbled.The night sky has been recently showing different night colors: Gray some days, brown sometimes, and even red once a week. There was an aurora borealis here in California, which was an extremely rare event, since we’re nowhere near the arctic, or the arctic circle.. Is this all connected to what the newscaster had said this morning? Santiago walked around the E.R., then he noticed with his peripheral vision Jackson a young R.N.. At theI.C.U. there appeared to be a huge commotion. « I wondered if he meant the I.C.U, and mixed up the names. » Santiago entered the I.C.U. He noticed that a patient was on the ground, and he was unconscious. « Jackson what’s going on? Why aren’t you doing anything at all? Are you scared? Do you know what to do? » Santiago asked calmly.
Jose MedinaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Postcard from the Past
When Horace got home from work it felt like a normal Thursday evening until he noticed the mail deliverer bouncing down the steps toward him.
Alex MyersPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Dare Games
“Long after The Collapse, perhaps decades or even centuries of a global power vacuum wars, society has started to rebuild. Technology production and development has started up. Government has begun to reform itself. One global government. It’s not as big as you think. 60% of the planet is uninhabitable or just too troublesome to try and survive on with the limited resources and technology that is available. No one really knows for sure what year it is we know it was 2065 when The Collapse tapped its music stand and began to conduct the government through its own slow, ominous funeral march, but was generations ago. My father’s generation was the first one to not be drafted, sold into slavery, or otherwise have their lives uprooted. A sort of ‘beginning of the end.’ Okay I’m exaggerating; the slavery thing was a short time period like 25 years ago and the roving gangs responsible have been dealt with. ONE village disappeared sometime in the middle of it all. It could have just been bombed to ash instantaneously and no one noticed amongst well, everything. At this point you’re probably like ‘Okay okay okay.. Phineas. Dude we got it. Shit sucks.’ Trust me. You don’t know the half of it; I haven’t even gotten to The Dare Games.”