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Bully (part 3)
Three TRENCH WAS SITTING WITH ME! <Fuck!> I had moved my bag out of the way for him! What was I thinking!? I could feel Sail and his henchfish grow excited. Now they had more material, more ammunition against me. “I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” Trench asked, half-sitting.
Nathan CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBully (part 2)
Two <JUST SIT IN THE FIRST EMPTY SEAT! Ignore the back. Don’t look towards the back! Just ignore the back.> My mantra fell on deaf ears. I looked at the back.
Nathan CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBully (part 1)
One SEVENTH GRADE SUCKS! Had I known seventh grade was going to be so different from sixth grade, I would have stayed home. I stood at the end of the sandy driveway, barefoot, waiting for the bus. My desperate attempt at iridescent fishscale trousers were a dull hand-me-down from one of my cousins that lived in Aspen. Too much time had passed and the sparkle the scales once held were failing me now. “They are nearly years ahead the fashion trend in Aspen,” my mother had said as I grumpily put the trousers on. They were tight, and fit well, but they didn’t shine with a kaleidoscope of colors like what was popular. Just one more thing to get made fun of about at school. <Ugh! Seventh grade…>
Nathan CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Day the World Broke
The Day the World Broke I REMEMBER WATCHING THE LAST ANIMAL IN THE WORLD — DIE. It was right in the middle of Earthmother’s Day. I was in World Tree Park, looking up at Vivirdrasil’s all-encompassing branches. It’s said that the giant tree gave life to all things in the world. Around me were hundreds of dancing and gyrating Wildermen, with their luminescent orange eyes. The orange fruit that supposedly gave them their glowing irises, hanging from many of the branches — though they looked half-rotted and sad.
Nathan CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMASTIFI The Ancient Chronicles
Suddenly all of the emergency strobe lights begin flashing. An announcement begins over the Public Announcement system. “Code Griffin! Code Griffin! Please remain calm. All attending personnel, please report to 5B2, I repeat 5B2”. Kendra looks up at the door. She reads the door out loud, “Wing 5, Section B, Room 2!” Joe looks around the room in desperation, searching for an escape. The door opens and Mega is standing in the doorway to their room with a serious look on his face. He grabs Kendra’s hand and says, “Are you two waiting for an invitation? Come on, let’s go!!!” Mega then passes gas masks to Kendra and Joe. Kendra replies, “How did you even find us? How are we getting out of here?!” Joe added, “Are we being extracted?” Mega responds, “No, we’re on our own. Their friends are higher than mine; so, let’s be quick and quiet. Follow me.” After turning the corner, Mega holds up a fist to signal to Kendra and Joe to stop. Mega listens for the guard's footsteps to get close enough before he throws a smoke grenade. They follow Mega through the smoke-filled corridor as the armed guards fall to the ground in a coughing frenzy. Mega attaches a device to a keypad that unlocks the freight elevator. Once the door opens, Mega says to Kendra and Joe, “You’re on your own from here. I’ll buy you some time. There’s a black SUV outside waiting for you both.” Kendra replies, “No, we stay together!” Joe responds, “Ken, we don’t have time, we have to go”. Joe grabs her hand and pulls her into the elevator. Mega presses the button the elevator ascends to the parking level above.
BeliefsUnlimitedPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Flying Dutchman
Captain Jack Sparrow sat on the deck of the Flying Dutchman running his favorite sharpening stone along his cutlass. The activity would have brought a smile to his lips and a twinkle to his eyes, had he lips or eyes. You know, I be enjoying times like these, the calm before the storm ye might say. Enjoy it while ye may. We raise from these here waters and take to the sky with the coming moon. The voice came from the Jolly Roger bodiless skull and cross bones mounted on the main deck of the ghost ship. Sing us a song me lovely he asked of the Wooden Lady mounted on the bow of the ship. She started to sing a beautiful siren's song that filled the air and drifted throw out the lower decks. The skeletal crew stopped what they were doing to take notice. Even the pixies responded captivated by the haunting melody.
Jesse B. CarlislePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Runalongs
Another boring weekend meal at the home of Friends of a Friend of Mom and Dad. A stout housewife in heels that were either cut low or compressed under her size pushed once-a-year-used silver trays of tartlets and stuffed mushrooms in our faces with a smile embedded so deep in her apple cheeks that I swear I saw her molars. Mom graciously took or denied a bite at each pass; My boredom led to the discovery that she took from every two offers. Dad sat with a crystal glass half-full of sherry and enthusiastically engaged in banter with buzzwords such as “dividends” and “fiscal” and - my personal favorite of the evening - “fiduciary.”
Kaitlin OsterPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEverything Will Change
Vixok led Karen to his office and offered her a drink of water. Karen sat quietly, staring at Vixok. The silence lingered for a minute more until Vixok was the first to speak.
Kate GraftonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Flying Dutchman
Four of the five ships Captains sat back around the map table in the Captain’s mess as a tear shaped bottle of rum made it’s way back and forth exploring the tables boundaries. Who be manning the wheel on this here excursion asked Captain Hook as he reached a skinless arm capped with a hook for the wayward bottle. It be Long John Silver and he’s about to take’er in to the nether regions. Just yee be rememberin them ghosties ain’t real and can do yee no harm. You yourself be remembering my dear fellow, said the skeleton of Bluebeard as he ran his skinless fingers down his long blue tinted beard. The skeleton of Captain Jack Sparrow seat back and put his skinless feet up on the table as he raised a golden goblet high in the air as to toast and said, Here’s to Moby Dick, long may he soar, horror of the nether regions. Right then the sound of clockwork began to make it’s way into the room. They all looked at each other and rose to their skeletal feet. Each of them armed with a distinct sword and each of them wearing their fancy pirate’s hat that distinguished them from the riff raff of the crew. One by one they emerged from the galley to the main deck of the Flying Dutchman. Airborne ghostship of legend. They were just in time to see the great clockwork mechanism raise from the main hatch exposing lower decks. It sparkled and glowed with pixie dust and the whale oil lamps that frightened the small metallic butterfly like being that powered it. As it spun, it’s glow increased and before the ship, the clouds begun to form a funnel to the nether region. The captain and crew tightened their grips on their swords, in spite of their knowledge that the phantoms they where about to encounter were as harmless a gusts of air. Knowing that fact would be lost in the nether region, only returning upon exit into the new time zone that lay on it’s other side.
Jesse B. CarlislePublished 3 years ago in FuturismTCoE: Calypsia
*Play video if you'd rather listen than read, or to read along with the audio* "Your Grace, we must leave!" urged a man's voice laced with panic. "Calypsia, we must go, now!" he pressed. A gasp escaped his lips as he witnessed her fading fast. "Calypsia!"
Mel E. FurnishPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Alternate Reality Show
My analysis of The Ascension Papers commenced. I was in awe after reading my first spiritual manuscript in the exact divine timing that I needed it within my life; yet I was left feeling a little confused as I got to the end.
Burnt
He awoke with a start, the canopy of charred and broken branches overhead being the first thing his vision adjusted to. Distinctly, he heard her voice, though a glance around told him he was alone. The sound of her calling to him was what had brought him from the depths of unconsciousness. With wakefulness came an overwhelming sensation of pain flooding his senses.
Josephine WinterPublished 3 years ago in Futurism