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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.
Vida J. MalonePublished 3 years ago in FuturismIs 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
Antoinette L BreyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPandora’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.
CR. PhoenixPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Devil Drinks Merlot
Transported from France by a group of delectable acolytes, the cherished cases of vino now rest in his ambient temperature cavern.
Karen MadejPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA 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.
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.
Nicole DavisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismArchie'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.
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.
John Randolph Skinner IVPublished 3 years ago in FuturismQuarantine 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.
Vida J. MalonePublished 3 years ago in FuturismShort Stories: The Lone Witch
- Smack! Paris was abruptly awakened by the feeling of the back of her head meeting the hardwood floor. Welp, that’s one way to start off the day, Paris thought to herself as she rubbed the sore spot. Sitting up against the side of her bed, Paris got lost in her thoughts. It had been three months since that recurring dream started to… well recur. The dream first occurred the night of her 15th birthday. Paris found herself standing in endless darkness, with only a dim spotlight as her only source of light. The ground is covered in a shallow layer of water: but the most memorable part of the dream would be the haunting echo of a unionized whisper asking her if she hears something.
Justin OwneyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismStar
Star Penetrating stares were all she received every day. Walking down the school hall with a million eyes on her was her natural state. It wasn’t her fault. Some said that God blessed her. Blessed her with beauty, she was fit to be a model. Curves in all the right places, long legs, long shiny hair, and big eyes. It didn’t matter that her hair was black with streaks of gray and her eyes the color of midnight. Nor did it matter that she had a star in the middle of her forehead, hence the name, Star. Boys loved her, and girls hated her. Still, she was not popular. Having a bad attitude was part of the reason. The other reason was a poor family and living in the worst and roughest part of town.
Nicole DavisPublished 3 years ago in FuturismShort Stories: The Lone Witch
“Do you hear it?”, The unionized whisper of what sounded like thousands upon thousands of people echoed throughout Paris’s head. She had drifted away to a recurring dream that had started right after her 15th birthday, just a few months ago. They all started the same, she would find herself standing in infinite darkness, that of a void. With nothing but a spot light like soft glow, barely bright enough to see details past the silhouette of her hand. And although she couldn’t see it - she could feel the cool water blanketing her toes.
Justin OwneyPublished 3 years ago in Futurism