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Blast from the Past
For most people in the year 237A.E., today was just another day, but not for Aracella. Today was her 21st birthday, and that didn't mean much other than she would submit and hopefully be assigned one of her top three picks for jobs at the compound. She was hoping for scavenger so she could leave the compound every day with Malahki, her partner of the last five years. She dreaded the idea of being stuck within the walls of the compound on kitchen duty, or worse, rubbish sorter.
By A. L. Faulkenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Only Time Will Tell
“WHERE IS THE LOCKET?!” I faintly hear this question being screamed at me as I become conscious again. Where am I? Last thing I remember was scavenging for food with my sister Zena. Oh, I hope she is ok. Suddenly, a splash of ice cold water hits my face.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Futurism
Dear Diary
Dawn trickled into the deserted warehouse through a broken roof, not so much bringing light as pointing out in glowing fingers how decrepit the contents were. Debris was piled from wall to wall, separating the large space into smaller sections, each one in turn filled with odd mounds of rotted fabric, moldering boxes, piles of wood, and other, less easily identified things. A few narrow alleys through the center of the debris looked like paths through a junkyard.
By Cindy Darling5 years ago in Futurism
Cold Comfort
I recoil from the still-too-bright sun filtered through overcast sky as the shades pull open. Though air-conditioned safely inside, I can still feel the sticky warmth of the humid mid-summer pressed up against the window like a sponge threatening to soak me up. Nearly 100 days, or so it seems, have passed since I stepped outside, but today that needs to change; if I miss my appointment with the placement officer again, my application for financial aid will be denied and I can kiss my dreams of being a professional illustrator goodbye.
By Chris Beck5 years ago in Futurism
50 Journal Entries
Entry 46: I went out this morning to look for supplies. They’re getting harder and harder to come by these days. I’ve more or less been living off a concoction of water, vitamins, and canned soup that expired about two years ago. I think al the canned goods expired two years ago. I’m not really sure. All the labels are starting to look the same.
By Kristina Silva5 years ago in Futurism
The After
Fire streaked across an amber sky, like suns or stars or blazing rain as they fell towards the city. The ground trembled and shook and asphalt splintered as the impact resonated. Shrieks and screams, an ungodly chorus, were drowned as explosions burst through the skyline. Glass shattered and buildings wailed; plumes of dust and ash bloomed over the city as they withered beneath the impact. Sharp scents mixed upon the wind, some I didn’t recognize: that of dust and smoke, but, too, the musk of something burning, and a thick metallic scent that drenched everything in a fragrance of destruction.
By R.C. McLeod5 years ago in Futurism
What lies we tell, What truths we find
Well there you have it, the world truly is limited to just us in the USA. Nowhere to go. Well not that those places are not there still, just that we are neither welcome nor allowed. But let me back up for a minute. My name is Jude, I just turned 19. About 17 years ago things started to change, and not for the better it turned out. There used to be people who enforced the laws, I think they were called many names but mainly cops. Well this group had some bad people in it that did some very bad things, so the whole group of them were judged by these few. Of course, people were outraged at what was happening and what those few bad apples had done. People couldn’t see that it was not all or even most of them though and so they slowly made laws that did not allow those charged with upholding the law to do so. Eventually they were phased out. This started the chaos and the beginning of the downfall of the government and country.
By Kelly Waibel5 years ago in Futurism
Run
Shawna woke up to an almost blinding pink light. While her peach cloth blinds did let some light through, she had never seen it so bright. She reached for her phone and turned off the alarm. It can’t be this bright at 5:15 am, can it? She jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed her clothes. She admired her near naked body in the mirror and smiled. “I guess 6:00 am cross country practice isn’t all bad,” she mused, pressing on her rock hard abs. She quickly put on her sports bra and tee and pulled her running shorts over her peach panties. Lacing up her shoes, she rushed out to the kitchen.
By Brian Policano5 years ago in Futurism
The World As We Know It
He was wandering. He could feel it. Felt the motion of his feet, one leg stepping in front of the other. Felt the hard pebbles beneath his feet...or was it hard earth he couldn't tell...saw the glimmer of bright autumn leaves from underneath his eyelids and then in the same instant tasted fresh sea air...What?? He jerked awake but how could that be? Was he not already awake? A strange hum buzzed in his head, he felt dizzy and drowsy. Was he here or there? He crawled to the water's edge, the dark sands spread in waves before him...bent down and drank...the liquid tasted like ash, volcanic ash...but how could that be and how did he know how that tasted?
By Not the real Mother Teresa5 years ago in Futurism
