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Mango
I was young when it happened, when the world disappeared. I’ve seen pictures and heard stories of our formerly happy life; the bright green palm trees dancing in a Florida breeze, my favorite manatees affectionately named Chompy and Flippy Doo, and even selling my Nanni’s mangos in front of her house. But that was the “Before,” before the light went out, before those memories faded away. Yet even in darkness I vividly remember the end of us; the look of terror on my dad’s face, my mum’s late-night worried whispers, the thickness in the air that nearly choked me. I can still smell the smell of death, taste the tears, but better still can I recall my Last birthday.
Jillee parkerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSpirit of Fire
SPIRIT OF FIRE Rain fell and thunder roared in a beautiful suburban neighbourhood. The car careened through the streets at breakneck pace, tyres screeching on asphalt. Dana, wrestled with the wheel as she fled, pursued by two unmarked cars. In the passenger seat, Hansol bled profusely, he looked bad. Sweat matted his brow, pulse was low.
Out of your element
Chapter 1 A “Galactic Migration” occurred in 2132 as people on Earth were moving to exoplanet Centaurio. The move was due to the fact that all of the natural resources had finally been used up, but also to avoid the catastrophic comet collision of 2137, “Halley’s Hell-Raiser” which destroyed the majority of Earth.
Ebony ThurmanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBeyond the pool
In a moment it was all over. Hundreds of life times seemed to have flashed before my eyes, though the time lapse recording read eighty nine seconds. The view of the warm but unwelcoming lights returning to my eyes, I sat up and observed my surroundings. Results monitors flashed with spikes of the activity in the system showing a four percent increase in brainwave activity from the last session. This was good news to say the least. The whole pool bay was performing better than it had in the last three sectional reports. This, coupled with the fact our bay had the fewest instances of individuals deep diving, (entering areas of the mind beyond where anyone could locate them) boded quite well for the upcoming report.
Poison
Well, that’s a kind of funny story. On a number of levels. You’ll see what I mean. It’s ironic really. Or, I think so. I’m always confused about the definition.
Troy GoldenthalPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Gift of the Locket
The acid rain sizzled and spat as it hit the pock-marked asphalt of the streets of old LA. Only rats walk these dark avenues. Not the four-legged variety, they had more sense and got out or were eaten. Only the two-legged species persisted. Too stupid to run when they could, they were trapped in this ghetto of crumbling concrete and steel. So they plodded through the acid rain, covered in layers of plastic and mylar so that they did not end up looking like the streets, melted and tortured. When they were not roaming, they were scouring the abandoned buildings for food and dry shelter.
Peace Haven
My grandmother died last week. On top of everything else, I lost my best friend in the whole wide world. What’s left of it, that is.
Victor CampbellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Dancing Flower
It’s been eighty long years since the world went quiet. There are no more humans left, they have all died. But they didn’t die in the ways most often speculated. Their death didn’t come from zombies, or war, or even aliens.
After the Tornado
Deep within a tainted castle, an innocent lass sat slumped upon bales of straw, contemplating her options. Papa’s dispensation of humiliation and her refusal to woo a despicable King had landed her upon this itchy bed. How horrible to be poor, without a dowry, without a mother to shut the Papa up. She twisted her heart-shaped locket, smearing black smudge back and forth, back and forth across her collarbone: a cheap token, but all her mother had left behind. What good was it to her, powerless as she was? She’d a mind to toss it out a window, had there been one cut into the greystone walls. Time didn’t exist within the confines of this whitewashed space.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Barrens
Why here? Chrys wondered as she expertly set the flitcar down beside a ruined building, probably a warehouse at one time. So far from the New City that she could barely see the lighted domes of the corphives from the side window of her car. This was so far out into the Barrens that it might once have been at the edge of the legendary “burbs.”
Reynolds JonesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOne Last Chance
PROLOUGE SATURDAY: 2:13 A.M. Year: 3407 "Mommy! Wake up!" Cherry was being dragged away by a guard with the government's seal on his jacket. His shiny gold name-tag read: Sergeant Atwood. she was screaming and crying, trying to get back to her mother. The frustrated guard picked her up, then threw her over his shoulder. Cherry kicked Atwood, hard. Distracted by the sudden pain in his groin, he quickly let the little girl go.
Anijah HallPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAnnie
Dana is on the Suicide Squad. The position is relatively new, their uniforms still an untarnished crimson. Odessa had no need of one until metal ate the skies and lights stained the night a permanent faded teal. They serve mostly the old and tired or the young and listless. The ones who have tugged at the rails of their elaborate playpen without success. Dana has never wailed for escape, but she knows the walls are there. She knows they are a threat and not a sanctuary, a fact that should send her screaming. But she is programmed to do otherwise. So she does not.
Claire CaseyPublished 3 years ago in Futurism