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Bringing Home Atlantis
"That is an amazing question," I say turning to my chalkboard, "How do we even get to Atlantis?" I grab my piece of white chalk and begin to write, "When looking back at Ancient Greece, we run into the philosopher Plato. He alludes to a journal that documents how to gain passage to Atlantis and this book, 'The Philosopher's Journal' talks about a power source the Atlanteans possessed that was more powerful than even the Sun, giving them electricity and great advancements in technology. With this journal to lead us to Atlantis, we would not only make the discovery of the century but bring that technology back to the surface world."
By Chase Strother6 years ago in Futurism
Naming Mermaids
There are MANY name lists all over the internet. Names meaning water, names for creatures, names for fantasy characters, names for mermaids and more. There are also many name generators for anything you can imagine. Some are more serious and some are just silly but you can find anything you might be looking for if you keep searching! I have saved many of my favourite names for the warrior mermaids in my world. They come from all over the world:
By KD Bissonette6 years ago in Futurism
Strings of Fate
Society. It’s a funny thing if you really think about it. It’s built on an intricate system of people’s morals, ideas, opinions; and ultimately influences how the world works. Well at least that’s how it once was. That was until the Great Panic. There was a time where life was more complex. People left their own fates in the hands of society, and their life wasn’t set in stone, influenced by decisions and events. I know. Sounds crazy right? After the massive pandemic that took root globally, people lost faith in society and no longer believed that the fates of others should be left to nothingness. This is where people began to panic and obsess over their fates and how decisions impacted them. People became so paranoid with their lives it drove them to insanity. It was the outburst of insanity that caused chaos throughout the world. Riots, massacres, arson, vandalism, etc. It all wreaked havoc on the world, with no way to contain the problem. That’s when The Visions came into light.
By Ridley Plant6 years ago in Futurism
The Crows Burden
Crowe stared at his helmet while listening to the chanting inside the arena. Crowds like this always long for blood, and it doesn’t matter who’s is spilled so long as the masses are sated. As he stared into the slits of his helmet, his sins stared back. The chanting faded away as Crowe lost himself in the memories until He heard the faintest whisper echoing inside his mind. “Are you ready?” the voice whispered as the chanting got louder. Crowe startled to reality and hesitated to answer before he muttered “not particularly, however jobs a job”.
By John Carlin6 years ago in Futurism
Warped History
Speeding through downtown Seattle on the maglev train, Sophia noticed not only the diversity of the population but the growth of the city as well. In the early part of the twenty-first century, Seattle was struggling to shed its image as a coffee bean hippie mecca and attract more of the tech market, in particular the space geeks. Glancing around the sleek but inviting train interior, it seems like the city planners got it right. Ever since the US got to Mars, the Emerald City exploded, bringing the space program and its requisite engineers with it. Sophia was part of that migration, leaving the sultry steamy Florida everglades for the cold but cool Seattle skyline.
By Michael J Massey6 years ago in Futurism
Tea, Cereal, and a Hot Dog Cart
I pulled the frayed blanket tighter around my shoulders, cursing the combination of frigid November storms and an apartment with a broken heater. I looked at the tea that I had already forgotten and reheated three times since this morning, trying to decide if having hot tea was worth emerging from my blanket cocoon. With a heavy sigh, I braced myself and stood, my knees cracking from the change in position as I escorted my tea to the microwave once again.
By Kate Carlson6 years ago in Futurism
NOT JUST A LITTLE BLACK BOOK
I wake far earlier than usual. The suns rays that pierce through the drapes of my small window scorn my heavy eyelids, urging me to reposition my uncooperative body. Perhaps it was my grandfathers passing that had rendered me useless over the recent days, or perhaps It was that I’ve always been a late riser. Nevertheless, this morning was not going to defeat me, after all, today was a new start, a shift in direction. I’d sworn to uphold my grandfathers dying wish, “Be who you were born to be, not someone others think you should be.” These words, however generic, had burrowed deep into my soul, latching on to a part of me I didn’t know existed.
By Matthew Scully6 years ago in Futurism
Merchant's Paradise, Pirates Prize
Barbados in 1682, a merchant's paradise and a pirate’s prize. One such merchant, the former Edmund Handforth, had built up such a fortune and reputation, he had since become a Lord and he was most grateful for this fact. He would have been more grateful had he had a son. Instead he had one daughter. Marina. Where would his fortune, his empire and his title go? This is what brings us to the beginning of our story. In a drawing room of a grand house in the English colony of Barbados.
By Meghan McKenna6 years ago in Futurism
Time and Hope
Rory logged off of his computer and stretched his arms above his head. Leaning back as far as his chair would let him, he let out an intense sound as he felt every muscle in his back fill with blood. How long had he been leaning over the keyboard? He surmised one of the downfalls of working from home, during a worldwide pandemic, was having no ergonomics posters anywhere. No constant reminders he was ruining his posture by sitting like an idiot. He reached for his journal, something he had started at the beginning of the pandemic to cope. It was a small, leather bound, black journal. The pages were crisp, but the edges looked worn, and that was exactly why he had picked it.
By Wendy Strickler6 years ago in Futurism
The Traveler
The circumstances by which he came into possession of the bag were strange indeed. A sense of excitement and fear brought new life to the hairs on the back of his neck. Why had he been chosen? One thing stayed with him. “Whatever you do, do not open the notebook,” the man had told him.
By Camilo Restrepo6 years ago in Futurism
Sandra McCollin and The Templeton Coin.
Dirty clothes piled up day by day on Sandra’s polka dotted lounge chair in her room. You can tell where Sandra is in life by how much clothes piled up. It was the third Sunday of the new year and she had finally hit rock bottom, from the looks of clothes now suddenly floating off the chair onto her sandy carpet. Sandra eyed her dirty clothes with envy of the reflection they gave to her, she too knew she hit rock bottom. Stretching her arms to the sky after tying her coiled hair into a barley-pony (a ponytail that barley made it) She opened her coral curtains that have been hiding her for weeks.
By Keiara McCrae6 years ago in Futurism
