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The Last Son of Eden
The last Child of Eden Ramon Bernard I'm so bored here in Eden, Father died long ago and mother soon after. I was alone for a long time. I was born here yet I know many things I shouldn’t. Math, Train, fireworks, Pasta, even ice cream. I know all about those things.
Ramon BernardPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSilence and the End of All Things
We all expected the end of the world to be some loud, dramatic, catastrophic event. Maybe a meteor, or the Earth’s crust destabilizing. An ice age, or a great flood. For those more violent, perhaps thoughts of war and MAD, and even the wildest thoughts of an invasion of either extraterrestrial or domestic sort.
No Place. Like Home.
Time is blurry. It’s hard to remember, but we used to use numbers and definite articles. Covid-19. The pandemic. That was before the variants. Delta was first, overtaking India and the United Kingdom before literally decimating everyone in the United States who hadn’t yet been vaxxed. Before Echelon, we still thought there was hope. Still thought we could leave behind our masks when we went out into the heat waves and the arid air.
Will EntrekinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe News
It was one of those waiting rooms where the air conditioner blasted as cold as the shrinking Antarctic, a TV played a sports game, and magazines eagerly announced which of the latest celebrities had gotten married or divorced or remarried. In other words, it was perfect for how I looked on the outside: a young, blonde, white woman, wearing high heels and dangly earrings, the image of a stereotypical businesswoman. It also meant that on the inside, I hated it.
Clara Beth LeePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe burning lake in the sky
The burning lake in the sky At the end of a sagging dock the sun’s fading embers tinted the sky red, red so bright it was hard for Janet to look straight at it. So she didn’t. Her eyes avoided the crimson expanse, seeking shelter in the ocean’s stunningly clear waters. There were hardly any waves, and there was hardly anything left inside her. She was wrung out like a rag.
Sophie SmithPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEmulation
Adrenaline is supposed to slow everything down but I'm staring at the screen begging time to move faster. The computer is running Windows 7 and the upload screen displays a tiny document flying from one folder to another over and over again in a one-sided loop, but it almost seems like the tiny flying paper is slowing down, or maybe the second folder is getting further away, and the imperceptible gap between the green bar and the end of the upload bar is getting larger rather than smaller.
Maureen LinckePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Blackout Wars
Zee sat alone in the pitch-black room where she found refuge. A light flickered through the boarded-up windows and Zee immediately flashed back to the beginning of it all.
Avonlea DeVincentisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRecursion
The earthen smell of cellar sat heavy in the still air. A light flickered and buzzed in and out at the other end of a corridor. Three men in loosely fitting riot gear pointed their shaking rifles toward a cloud of dust twisting and coiling into the air below the light. Meter long cobwebs anchored in cracks along the concrete wall began to sway.
Paul LevitskyPublished 3 years ago in Futurism4sight
“You expect me to just slap a smile on my face and act like I don’t know that my own WIFE has her hands on the very reports my colleagues worked so hard to legally protect?”
Shanon CarrollPublished 3 years ago in FuturismInnate
Part I I dreamt of the Michigan River again, last night. The cold waves lapped my feet, mom sat in the lawn chair, happy, waving, as E yelled, “Come on it’s not that cold, once you get in”. I yelled, “Naw!” “What, you scared?'' He shouted. That was it, I heard my big bro’s challenge and plunged in. It was freezing— sub-zero, but only for a few minutes. We were happy then. I wanna be happy again. My phone vibrated, announcing, uber was en route. I snapped out of it, and searched for my right sock. I have to get out of here.
Jerrica Carr and T. JacksonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCrucible
"It looks like... what is it called, on the med bags?" Fennik asked. Jorten narrowed his eyes at the man. It was a foolish question, but Fennik was a fool. It was both a foolish and typical question—a typical question for a fool to ask. Jorten's frustration ebbed into a sort of snide amusement, as he imagined how much of a fool Fennik was. He was much keener by comparison. It was a comforting thought, but also a fleeting one. Sharing a foxhole with a fool is the opposite of comforting. It was downright tragic, but also typical.
H. R. NelsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRosie
Pain shot through me as consciousness returned. I tried to get up, a crackle of pain shooting up my spine. A twinge of relief, overshadowed quickly by panic, coursed through me. I needed to be quick. Rosie would know I survived. My luck may have been keen enough to land me on a grimy roof rather than the hood of a car or the spire of a church, but the residents of the Antioch Slum were more than used to the tendency of their upper neighbors to toss their toys when the rich bastards were done playing with them, and knew better than to investigate.
Ryan WormanPublished 3 years ago in Futurism