fantasy
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New Oblivion
"Just read it, Helena." The dust motes dancing in the winter sun beams breaking through the blinds of my apartment in these early hours of the evening bring the words back to me. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks, counting them, as my fingers play in the pale golden beams of light dancing with the dust.
Echo PanterraPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMagic Sketches
“Ugh! I just want things to be different.” She complained. “No matter what I do, things just seem to stay static.” She looked at her watch, it was almost ten in the morning. She was due for work late in the afternoon, but she was starting to feel drained and fed up. She tried hard to be grateful but, at thirty-five, her life was not what she had envisioned when she was twenty, and she was ashamed that she hadn’t achieved more, or gotten more successful by now. She lived in a small apartment, so small that her toilet, bathroom sink, and shower booth were almost three pieces in one. She tried to figure out where she’d gone wrong. ‘Study, get a degree, and your life will be set.’ She’d heard all her life. Well, a degree and a Master's hadn’t helped her with that. She was missing another piece of the puzzle and she didn’t know how to find it. In other words, she felt utterly stuck.
Natalia Perez WahlbergPublished 3 years ago in FuturismReparation
He laid there in anguish. The prisoner’s sighs of agony echoed loudly in his head. The sounds rippled through his space and pain skipped with glee within the layers of his skin. His iron chains felt like extensions of his extremities and their added length felt heavy upon the burden of his misery. How long has he been there and why, he knew not. It was only a few sleeps ago that he had realized he was a suffering entity, a being in this narrow and exceedingly hot dimly lit space. An overwhelming feeling of having been from somewhere else had recently begun to take shape, little by little, slumber after slumber.
NightingalePublished 3 years ago in FuturismFortunate Misfortunes
The year is 3333 and the state of the earth, if not for the advanced technology, would have been nearing armageddon but the days were slowly approaching. My name is Uni, I’m your average skinny, tattooed, and pierced body boy and right now my home is in a metal shack in the middle of a desert but fret not I’m not alone. I welcome you to the Desert Vill, a village powered by solar panels with roughly a population of about 22,000 people. The people here lived off trading, they traded their items, gifts, and abilities with one another; unless you had a diamond, diamonds had become the new and scarce dollar making its. Without diamonds, if you wanted some food, you’d either have to work for it or exchange something of value to the cooks for a proper hot meal. As an adult in my twenties, I’ve gained a pretty good and ugly bad reputation in the Vil, and whenever someone was saying my name “Uni!” I was typically running away; running from chefs with a mouthful of their food, running, in nothing but a ladies towel, from scorned men with spike bats and lastly running away from our local law enforcement “The Watchers” for everything I did as a juvenile to piss them off. As rowdy as the Vill could be, the nights were what I lived for. The nights brought in a preserved spot where the cities light gave life to a lifeless area without emitting a single sound. While sitting in one of my secret getaways, I leaned back and my right hand sunk into a pointy but soft texture in the sand and I freaked! I thought it was a desert spider or a desert roach, they’ve all evolved and adapted night vision as well as some people; I myself have an ability, whenever I uhm *coughs* - *chuckles” let's say reach the climax in any movie or book my fingertips light up and tonight, I discovered tonight that deep fright could ignite my fingers as well. Wrist deep sunken into the sand, my right hand glowing, I picked up, what seemed like, a book. A book? I asked in fascinating confusion, mind you, the year is 3333, people of the desert could only dream of a book and there I was in the presence of a metallic black book. I ran down this sandy mountain so fast I stumbled and lost my steps but my hands, which were now glowing uncontrollably, never lost grip of the book. I ran through the light failed grainy streets as
Terry PresumePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThereafter
"This isn't right! I didn't ask for this!" she screamed at the sky from behind her steering wheel. Parked in the driveway, keys still in her hands wanting to put them into the ignition but she had no where to go. No where to run.
Knightborne
The princess was practicing her swordplay again. Her guard was doing a pretty poor job of teaching her how to fight. She was small and slender, with little strength behind her attacks, making his frontal attacks more detrimental to her than helpful.
Belle C. FairbanksPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTo Face A God Of A Pantheon
“Little mortal, little mortal, tell me what this is.” “It is a journal, Sire. Have you never used one before?” “A god of the Pantheon has no need for such things. Pages cannot hold my thoughts.”
Death before life
I know when you’re going to die. Unless you’ve lost both your arms in a shark attack or just for funsies, it's right there written on your wrist for me. When you live in a city that never sleeps you are going to see about hundreds of wrists DAILY. And I dread it.
Mary LovesteinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Mermaids Journal
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” – Joseph Campbell The Denmark Strait Cataract The Denmark Strait cataract is an undersea waterfall found on the western side of the Denmark Strait. It resides on the Atlantic Ocean (on the Arctic Circle) between Iceland and Greenland. It is the world's highest underwater waterfall that hosts water cascading 3,505 meters (11,500 feet) downwards. This is possible by the density difference of the water masses on either side of the Denmark Strait. The eastern side is colder than the western side. Due to this difference, when the two masses meet along the top ridge of the strait, the colder, denser water flows downwards and underneath the warmer, less dense water. For reference of how massive this underwater waterfall is, here’s some comparison. It is thought that the Denmark Strait cataract has a flow rate exceeding 175 million cubic feet (5.0 million cubic meters) per second which would make it 350 times as voluminous as the extinct Guairá Falls on the border of Brazil and Paraguay (which ‘itself’ was once thought to be the most voluminous waterfall on Earth—being 12 times more voluminous than Victoria Falls). So we see that the Denmark Strait is unimaginably enormous. Due to the underwater proximity and size of this waterfall, explores have only begun to record the multitude of caves and cavernous regions of this magical place. In 2019, several deep-divers made entrance into a previously unexplored dry bed behind the falls. This is the story of what they found inside.
R. L. LASTERPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPrince in the Amber Bottle
Underwater Kingdom of Atlantis Atlantis was a mid-Atlantic continent that suddenly sunk into the ocean. The idea that Atlantis was an actual historical place (and not just a legend invented by Plato) didn’t surface until the late 19th century.
R. L. LASTERPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Devil's Diary
My story begins just like any other, on the first page of a book. Life right after high school can be a difficult pill to swallow. It's the first time in one's experience when they're stepping out into the real world, depending on their upbringing. As you can predict, these are the exact circumstances of my existence. My name is Marcus Read, eighteen years old, and my adulthood is off to a rough start.
James SilasPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPotential
Everyone in Crystal City understood the importance of Potential. Set during a person’s fabrication, Potential determined who he would become. The city used it to assign individual role and function. Potential made it possible to preserve civility, regularity, productivity, and security. Yes, everyone in Crystal City understood the importance, the value, of Potential.