extraterrestrial
Speculation, theory, UFOs and Aliens. Are we alone in this universe or is there life outside Earth?
Beyond Green Moon Cafe
Beyond Green Moon Cafe by Karen Leech The distant golden sun was moving rapidly across the sky as the tiny blue earth planet spun on its tilted axis. Glistening silver stars painted speckles on the black sky on one side of the earth, while a sprawling canvas of iridescent blue stretched out towards each horizon on the other.
Karen LeechPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Golden Rule
Note: Voxa is pronouced liek Va-Sha Voxa turn 24 today. It was her birthday but no one knew. She was all alone in the world. Her mother passed. Her friends, turned out not to be friends at all. She was all alone in the world and doing better than ever. Still it was her birthday and the pit in her stomach was growing by the moment. She decided to go for a walk. The air was putrid, a dusky haze hung over the sky. Her face mask smelled like a musky bookstore “Guess it’s time for a wash.”
Minda VioletlyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLittle Black Book Challenge
The sun hung low in the sky, slowly descending, casting gold and emerald mists across the desert dunes that were as plentiful as the yellow corn stalks of Iowa during harvest time, that sprawled across the land in an eery mythic glow. One of the spaceships delicately descended, right on time, just before the maddening hours of twilight and dusk.
Sophia Laurel PackPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRed
Iggy Petri was on her way to the Grocery Center when the oxygen unit failed. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tiny chime, inaudible yet audible because of her E-Musk Brain Implant (or EBI), followed by a voice in her head that wasn’t her own: “Attention Tyrrhena Terra citizen—please return to the Bunker, an anomaly has halted surface atmosphere regulation…” the message repeated until the neurons in Iggy’s brain fired her comprehension.
Kelsey GunterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBetween space
All he could see, all he could think and do was run. He wasn't sure how many were chasing him or where they were chasing him from, in fact there wasn't much he did know. That's what the man didn't understand, why did they want him and what would they do if he ever fell into their twisted hands? He forced himself to slam the oncoming scenes of his over active imagination to the background of his mind, allowing them to sizzle out like the lives of so many before him. Without hesitation he slid under a mound of dirt as he heard two of them approaching from the same direction he was running, he knew he had to move quickly and this seemed too perfect. He lay in wait for them to pass so he could retreat back to one of the shacks and just cry until he woke only to play the same sick game tomorrow. He had always hidden here, which confused him because they had never found him, he looked again at the underneath of the mound, silently thanking his inanimate guardian. He pressed his face against the familiar and almost friendly mixture of mud and gravel, the only seemingly constant thing in the compound. Gripping the little black notebook in his jacket, the man prayed that it made it back to people who need if, while it could still help. The thought brought his mind back to the chase, he heard dragging and hissing, then he thought he saw torch light. This was new and confused him intensely, light was not permitted in the hunt. It was the only merciful rule, and the only advantage the man had on his followers. Being almost blind they had no reason for light anyway but his oppressors thought that it made the runners feel more confident, more risky. Suddenly he felt a burning behind his sternum, a cough rising to his throat. He clamped his mouth and nose shut in disbelief, his brain attempting to starve his body for betraying him to his followers. He started to feel light, in his brain's attempt to save him it was torturing itself. A noble proposition in such a desperate situation. No Oxygen meant he would not survive much longer in the hunt, he had to breath, even at risk of coughing, he needed the air.
Ben MandevillePublished 3 years ago in Futurism3:33 AM
12:33 PM This was getting old. Her arms felt like gelatin. Her legs were weights. The room was far too bright, and her back ached like crazy. Maybe it was worth it to stay in bed an hour more. This was going to be the rest of her life, it seemed. Wake up, feel like shit, eventually die. Hopefully death came soon.
Kathryn MilewskiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismFarmhouse, 83651
Today I am leaving the Farm. My prison for sixty-five years. My mother Geraldine has died, and in her death lies my freedom. If you are like me, you have been living a half life, trapped and silenced by the truth. If you are like me and do not know it, I envy you with my whole heart, and pray you will never be plagued by the secrets that defiled me at fifteen, and now eighty five. I do not wish for anyone to suffer as I have, but the notion of being the only one fills me with a dread greater than the stronghold my invisible captors have had upon me. To feel safe one last time, to know the full truth and move out of fear for a moment before I die. That is my only wish.
Craps and Zodiacs
You are startled. You just woke to find yourself on a tiny UFO flying way too fast over the Earth, which is clearly thousands of feet below you. Is that Texas? You can see Missouri from here, too!
Voltmayer MunchonianPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCaught Signal 15
"Oh, it's already connected! I guess Ollopa already powered up the transmitter. You're the best computer, Ollopa! Don't listen to those who say you are obsolete." you hear in your head in an unexplained, unfamiliar voice.
Voltmayer MunchonianPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBeliever
I wore an alien shirt to my grandma's funeral; it depicted a UFO with a small green alien inside. My mom said it was disrespectful to grandma Gwyn. She tried convincing me to cover it up with her cardigan. That day, friends and family looked me up and down as if I was a being of unknown origin. If they knew about the bond I shared with grandma maybe it wouldn’t have bothered anyone; I know she would have understood the gesture. Our connection didn’t form right away; as a matter of fact, there were times when I was scared of her and feared going to her house.
Florencia GianinettoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNO MATTER THE QUESTION; THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS LOVE..
Those accompanying him on his journey were close to him, he could feel their presence although he could not see them. His current state of simple energy does not allow for Human senses or emotions.
Diseree Lee ZacherPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Financial Misadventures of MA77 and Z4V1
Z4V1 did not volunteer to be on the S.S. Hart. His brother had practically dragged him by one pointed ear onto the ship and strapped him into the squeaky blue seats headed straight for Earth. Z4V1 tried to ignore MA77’s bouncing knee as he chattered excitedly on the prospect of finding “something big” this time. Z4V1 had no idea what “something big” entailed, but he was sure he would rather be home with FRE-38, petting her floppy ears and fluffy jowls.
Kelly PatelPublished 3 years ago in Futurism