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Velvet Night
The restaurant glowed across the parking lot like a warm bed of embers, barely reaching the smattering of dark cars that huddled in the pounding rain. The charcoal-colored blazer that Vince held over his head blocked the worst of it, but by the time he had run the fifteen feet from his car to the restaurant, the coat was already soaked through, uniformly darkened by the deluge. His pants and shirt were wet from the chest-down, perfect for his mystery date with his sister’s mystery friend, Sadie Emerson. Only his hair and shoulders remained mostly untouched as he locked his car with a chirp and fell through the door.
By Patrick Juhl6 years ago in Futurism
Two Multiverse Shots and a Glass of Merlot
I bit my lip and looked down at my white manicured nails clutching the stem of my wine glass, hypnotized by the swirl of my Merlot as I pivoted my wrist methodically. I took a long, gentle sip and made eye contact with my date.
By Melissa Marie Watson6 years ago in Futurism
No Reflection
I get up at my usual time, stumble to the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and flush. All my actions are on auto-pilot. I reach the vanity to wash my hands, but something is wrong. But it’s an illusion so perfect I don’t notice it at first. When I stand before the mirror, I lean in and let the hot water run for a few seconds. The sleep finally clears from my eyes and my brain, then I see it; the mirror in front of me is empty; there’s no one there!
By Shawn Ingram6 years ago in Futurism
Quarantine Blues
“Ellie.” There was a knock on her door. It was Tobias, down the hall neighbor. He was a very active member of student affairs and the head of their student block and her late-night-joint buddy.
By Vida J. Malone6 years ago in Futurism
Is She too Conservative
Anna stared into the mirror. She was wearing pants and a shirt which covered her whole body. She knew the viewers would be watching. Usually, she had a cloth over the mirror. All they would see is blackness but today she had a date. She wanted to make sure her makeup and hair were right. Her bracelet and necklace matched the turquoise shirt. She looked very conservative. She would pass the viewers' test but what about her date
By Antoinette L Brey6 years ago in Futurism
Pandora’s Box - Gift
Meanwhile, eight blocks away at a local GoodLife fitness facility, Brody begins his nightly routine. Sitting in his car with his nose deep, thumbing through a slightly tattered fitness journal he’s kept since he was sixteen.
By CR. Phoenix 6 years ago in Futurism
The Devil Drinks Merlot
Transported from France by a group of delectable acolytes, the cherished cases of vino now rest in his ambient temperature cavern.
By Karen Madej6 years ago in Futurism
A Captain's Desire
It had all started with a glass of Merlot. Myrin thought back to the bottle of wine he had shared with his beloved Rhyga, a few hours earlier. Now, as he sat on the ruins of a destroyed column, he looked around at all of the destruction and chaos on the palace grounds. He noted the blood dripping down the tip of the spear his commander had used to kill the assassin sent to murder their High King. It reminded him of the glass of Merlot, now spilled and dripping down the side of the white tablecloth of the restaurant he had been at, enjoying what he hoped would be the first of many dates with the alluring Ryga.
By Dreia J6 years ago in Futurism
Star
On top of the filing cabinet was a big shiny metal silver plated trophy with the name of the school on it in gaudy print. Star thought she could make out the word ball on it, but she could not tell to which sport the trophy belonged.
By Nicole Davis6 years ago in Futurism
Archie's Journey
Every journey begins with the first step, and every journey ends with the last step. Everyone knows this. What they don’t tell you is how grueling each step can be. The tiredness that comes with walking, trying, living. How can life be so special when it is just so much work. All. the. Time. Today is day number whatever of Archie continuing his journey. Since he was tasked to find a new home for his hive, he has been growing more fatigued with each passing moment. But, even with the growing desire to just quit and find some nice sunny spot to carry out the rest of his days, he simply cannot abandon the few ants that cared for him. Moreover, while Archie will never admit it out loud, he is proud of the fact that he is the only one brave enough to venture out into the darkening world.
By Jojo6 years ago in Futurism
Hiding in the Light
We managed to reach my truck without incident. He stopped and looked as if he were about to object to getting in. “Our first stop is roughly twenty miles from here. If you'd rather walk.” Whatever he had been about to say he wisely kept to himself. Pulling out of the parking lot I filled him in. “With the lack of information in the file trying to figure out where to look is going to be somewhat difficult.” He didn't look convinced, waving his had towards the scenery outside he asked. “How many places could he go to around here? I shot him a stern look.
By John Randolph Skinner IV6 years ago in Futurism
Quarantine Blues
She was lying on her bed. Still wearing yesterday’s clothes, gazing at the dancing shadows of the morning sun. Just lying there. Gazing. Her mind empty and dull.
By Vida J. Malone6 years ago in Futurism