humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
don't think, just breathe
Bree Cerra pulled on her silver heart shaped locket which hung low around her swan-like neck. She wondered why she reached for it. She never took it off. It was a symbol of her creativity. She absentmindedly scanned the grocery products on the conveyor belt and occasionally glanced at the timer. It was almost over. She could join her friends in a couple of hours. She didn't know what she would wear tonight. It was a casual night out with her closest friends. Wednesday was social night for her group. Her section had to wear blue outer garments for identification. She remembered the blue denim jacket that her best friend, Jayce had made for her. That's what I’ll wear tonight. She recalled that she wore a blue leather jacket last month She clocked out and jumped in her pink Beretta. She pushed through the doors of her apartment and took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and slipped on a khaki jumpsuit and her jacket. When she arrived at the Purple Hibiscus café, all her friends were outside laughing and passing around drinks.
By Saja Bo Storm3 years ago in Futurism
Mango
I was young when it happened, when the world disappeared. I’ve seen pictures and heard stories of our formerly happy life; the bright green palm trees dancing in a Florida breeze, my favorite manatees affectionately named Chompy and Flippy Doo, and even selling my Nanni’s mangos in front of her house. But that was the “Before,” before the light went out, before those memories faded away. Yet even in darkness I vividly remember the end of us; the look of terror on my dad’s face, my mum’s late-night worried whispers, the thickness in the air that nearly choked me. I can still smell the smell of death, taste the tears, but better still can I recall my Last birthday.
By Jillee parker 3 years ago in Futurism
Toyah's dilemma
2 weeks earlier.. Water..Toyah desperately needed water. Huddled up in her shack, her throat feeling parched like the Sahara in summer, with the last of her water over and no hope of getting any in the short term. In addition to thirst, her whole body was aching because of having sustained injuries in a scuffle, her prize for having visited a part of town that was rough and frequented by prostitutes and water black marketeers who called themselves providers of “nourishment of life”. She had gone to the city’s underbelly to find out about her sister who went missing 5 years ago along with her parents. However, though she didn’t find her sister that day, she did win an important lottery that could change her life…
By munmun sinha3 years ago in Futurism
Degrees of Separation
Bolin let out a long sigh as he walked slowly around the barricade that guarded the inner ring. He kicked a stone along the dusty path and frowned to himself as he examined the barren land that stretched several miles long throughout the deep cave. The outer ring enclosing him and the land was occupied by 75% of the population of Zierth, but it was hardly a home for the people who lived there. The cavern was peppered with shacks and tents but beyond those austerities down under ground they didn’t have much.
By Thaer Fama3 years ago in Futurism
A Beautiful Day
I In the middle of the Community Square, Angel Peters dashes her milk to the ground and lets out a wild scream. She grinds the glass under her sandals and tears clumps from her hair, the nearest Citizens are already backing up, the first beads of sweat already forming on their brows. Some turn and run, although most lower their heads and blot out their eyes.
By Leo Stansberry3 years ago in Futurism
When Stars Dance
It had been a long day, and he had thought he’d seen everything, but he had never seen stars dance before. Oh, call it what you want, but she had written it with certainty. She said it was possible - to see them dance - if you "just turn the world upside down." Turn the world upside down, end over end, top over bottom, whichever one gave you the needed perspective. She was an enigma to most, even before the world stood eerily still - always with her hand clutching that heart shaped locket at her breast. But to him she represented something that he had lost, something the world had lost. It had been a long day, not because of a heart shaped locket or what it represented, but because of that girl who he had met 6 months previous. The girl who he had learned today…died.
By Eric Amaro3 years ago in Futurism
From a Little Piece of Gold
Hailee felt tall when she stood up but there was nothing to measure herself against. Her body was soft and achy like when a fever breaks or after a long, unintentional sleep. As she stretched, her arms reached much further toward the sky than felt familiar and her elbow looked like two braided strands of a large knotted tree. Dust and a flat Earth spread as far as Hailee could see. She blinked as if to wash away a dream. Whipping her head from side to side, looking for color, or shape, texture, and density, Hailee wanted to make sense of the empty world. Her movements sounded like stormy winds.
By Felicia Chappelle3 years ago in Futurism
At the heart
He was out digging again in the fields, at the edge where it wouldn't interrupt the harvest or be as readily noted. He knew there was something special he would find to trade this time. His mother chastised him each time he shirked his chores, but he had a deep knowing, something drew him to this place time and time again. So far, he had been able to get extra meat and seeds for his family with the prizes he had uncovered, some sort of round disc that was shiny on one side and had words on the other, a toy "car" that would drive itself with winding up, metal pots and more. So his mother was not too harsh on him. But, he knew there was something even better he would find from the "time before". That was what all the adults called it, the nebulous world that had existed with electronics, motorized conveyances and medicine. Now, you were lucky to make it to your 20th year without a crippling or deadly illness taking you and if you did and managed to create a family, the rare child was conceived. In that way he was precious being in his 9th year now and healthy.
By Katherine Hall3 years ago in Futurism
The Lost Boys
Danny only pulled the locket out at night. He slept with it cupped in his hands, pressed to his chest. It was the only thing he had from his old life. Before the Pandemic took his mother and the bad men raided their caravan and stole him from his father.
By Lindsey Soliday3 years ago in Futurism