fact or fiction
Is it science fact or science fiction? Futurism presents both sides to determine the truth.
White Noise
We ate in silence. Mary ladled thick, steaming globs of lasagna onto everyone’s plates, careful not to let even a single drop of sauce escape and God forbid land on her pristine linen tablecloth. I looked down at my plate and suddenly wished I was very, very far away. Around me the kitchen glistened with the tell tale signs of heavy bleach and OCD. The tiny sounds of forks scraping against bone China filled my ears and made me want to scream.
Is Reality Crazier Than Fiction?
We all grew up to learn of the word "universe" which meant everything that there is. As research progresses, this definition goes straight out of the window.
The Moon goddess
There was a time when even a blissful glance out the window would fill me with worry. I'd awake during a panic and run bent the yard to get the moon glowing excitedly within the summer twilight. Because my kids were small, I never considered whether I should turn the alarm off. Instead, I left it ringing, to not signal that the youngsters had been awake too long, but because I felt my need for the complete moon was making it impossible on behalf of me to sleep.
Sakthi muruganPublished 7 days ago in Futurism
What is Chaos Magic?
Magick, according to The Free Dictionary, is when someone uses some form of action or effort to alter the world around them (or to alter themselves) through the power of their will. There's probably as many different definitions of the term as there are spiritual paths surrounding it, but this is the one we'll be using as the jumping off point for today. Also, in the spirit of chaos, I'm dropping the "k" from the word from here on out... you know it's there, however, so just remind yourself as you read.
Neal LitherlandPublished 8 days ago in FuturismCHOICES
The rain pressed down on the car, the road was dark, and the headlights barely pierced through more than a few feet of the murky wall before her.
Irene M AndrewsPublished 8 days ago in Futurism
Coffee in the Park…
☼ Phyzz watched from the window as Earth went from a speck in a distant galaxy to a decent sized plant. He was excited to get out of his ship. He had been traveling alone across the universe for years. Phyzz began to slow down as Earth got closer. Unfortunately, he did not start to slow down soon enough. Phyzz buckled in as he hit Earth’s atmosphere. His ship’s lifters burned off in seconds; then control was impossible and the ground was coming fast.
Kristen ReneePublished 10 days ago in Futurism
Sifting Through the End
At the end of 2018, after a nightmare of a nightmare and some time trying to write it all away, I published a novella, Starting in the Middle of The End. It features the story of three little girls, alone and struggling to survive. Since that time, Penny and her sisters have managed to worm their way into many of the short stories on my blog. Theirs is a different world, one that seems more plausible with each passing day, in spite of my hopes that it will remain a figment of my imagination.
Paula ShabloPublished 11 days ago in FuturismThree Black Boxes
THREE BLACK BOXES Meagan stirred from a deep sleep. With eyes still closed her immediate thought was, 'I hope it was all a dream'. But the more alert she became the sooner she realized that it was true.
Len JeffreyPublished 14 days ago in FuturismWriter's Block
WRITER'S BLOCK It's happening again. I cannot come up with a story idea to write about. My publisher is breathing down my neck and she's been calling me on the average of twice a week and I end up giving her a different excuse each time she phones. I think that it's time for me to look for a place to stay for a few weeks. A place with an entirely different 'feel', a different view. Plus somewhere quiet! It may just be another excuse of mine for not being able to write but I need quiet. I think I'll take my sister up on her offer of a month ago. She's widowed and swears that her neighbourhood is the quietest one in the state.
Len JeffreyPublished 14 days ago in FuturismWriters Dilemma
WRITER'S DILEMMA Right now I am lying on my pillow and there are hundreds of orange-coloured feathers flying around in my bedroom. With my hands I am rapidly 'swishing' them away, trying to get them out of my face so that I can breathe properly again. For a few moments I thought they were real. But I am getting ahead of myself. I will start my story at the very beginning.
Len JeffreyPublished 14 days ago in FuturismThe Voice At The Other End
The Voice At The Other End It was quite early in the morning as Roger stood on the subway platform waiting for his train to
Len JeffreyPublished 16 days ago in FuturismThe Secret Room
THE SECRET ROOM Stuart followed his friend home today after school. Jayson's step-father wasn't expected for a few hours so Jayson figured that this would be a good time for his buddy to come home with him.
Len JeffreyPublished 16 days ago in Futurism
