humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Love Behind the Veil
Sitting in a café, I could feel a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach dreading what was to come. I was born a mere thirty years ago and never experienced a time of peace. Life has been a constant mayhem since I could remember. It all began when the world was divided into three parts over one hundred years ago. The world organization did away with smaller countries and made three major nations. They wanted to make things as simplistic and systematic as possible. They thought this would help with ending poverty and death rates, but it only made matters worse. Soon after, the war began. The leaders gained so much power that they hungered for even more and became jealous of what the other had.
By Lindsay Little3 years ago in Futurism
So It Began
I remember as if it were happening now. Tears sliding down her cheeks, powdered with ash. One couldn't help but to be drawn in to her crippling grief. As the world around her was being consumed with devastation and chaos, she stood still in silence gripping something ever so tightly in her hand. I pulled myself up slowly and shook the rubble off. Never could I have imagined such grave suffering and anguish, but we were warned. I thought about all the apocalyptical movies and the various ways they tried to depict the end of the world. In that moment I realized that they were all right.
By Karisma Nesbeth3 years ago in Futurism
Beyond Rules Reach
Pain is the first thing to hit me, a searing pain in my head. As I begin to regain consciousness I can feel the cold ground beneath me. I try to picture how I got here, but my memory fails. Taking a quick mental check it doesn't seem to be that any of my bones are broken, though there is a strange throbbing pain on my left forearm. I’d almost call this a miracle, but these days no one believes in those anymore. I slowly open my eyes and the night sky becomes more clear.
By Medori Friesen3 years ago in Futurism
The Humming Trees
Everywhere, feet were scurrying across the forest floor. Whispers perked ears from short distances. "Hurry!" Carried one person's voice,"hide!". People where moving as quietly and quickly as possible. Alexandra and Garth, made it to their tree, and got inside and closed the door. Suddenly there was only silence. Alexandra twisted a piece of her hair in the dark and tried to control her breathing. Garth stuffed his ears with cotton to the best of his ability. They put tape across their mouths to prevent any sudden noises they might make out of fear. All they could do now was wait. The silence transformed into a thundering rumble. Growling and sniffing sounded close enough to be inside the tree with them. It was tough for both of them not to panic, but their lives depended on there absolute silence and stealth. The beasts outside where bred to have an impeccable since of hearing and smell, and their teeth went through flesh, like a hot knife through butter. "Aargh!" A man's scream pierced through the other noises. Shortly after that, the beasts howled in unison. Everyone hiding, plugged their ears with their fingers. The howling could reach a frequency that scrambled human brain waves permanently. The things that controlled the beasts weren't quite human either. The howling had no effect on them. They moved in silence as if they floated from place to place.
By Jessica Talley 3 years ago in Futurism
The burning lake in the sky
The burning lake in the sky At the end of a sagging dock the sun’s fading embers tinted the sky red, red so bright it was hard for Janet to look straight at it. So she didn’t. Her eyes avoided the crimson expanse, seeking shelter in the ocean’s stunningly clear waters. There were hardly any waves, and there was hardly anything left inside her. She was wrung out like a rag.
By Sophie Smith3 years ago in Futurism
Kingdom of Vermin
June 25th, 2067 Don’t know why I'm writing this. Now of all times. Seems pointless. No one is going to read it. No one is going to find me. It’s not like they leave anything behind. Not like us. I suppose it’s as good a way as any to spend your final moments. There's fuck all else to do in here. To think, a food court freezer in some corporate fast-food joint is to be my final resting place! Sounds like a bad joke really. Oh well, hope’s free and I've always been an optimist! Should you happen to find this diary, know that here lies the final resting place of Scott Redding from Block 6CCC, Salvage Quarters, DD extraordinaire. That's Dumpster Diver by the way, case you’re not down with the lingo. We unfortunate few who have the enviable task of digging our way through the grime-caked remains of Earth, the Old World. You know, the one we ruined. We took and took, polluted the oceans, choked the atmosphere, stacked our trash into towering monoliths till the only thing that could thrive, were the roaches, the fleas....the rats.
By Sam McGrath3 years ago in Futurism
Dystopia Fallen
Fresh morning dew laced the blades of ever green grass as rivulets glistened from love kissed rays breaking through the coming dawn. The air was thick with pungent aroma from the lilacs dancing in the distance. Meandering through the field of purple, orange, and canary yellows, Fard eyed something that he had never seen on his morning strolls of centering his being. Strange how something as beautiful and vibrant as this mystery treasure was, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd never seen it. Out of an earth covered mound he plucked a heart shaped locket made of what he could only presume to be an amethyst stone from the deep pigments of eggplant and onyx twinkling as he turned over the gem in his hands. He opened it to find something else his eyes were perplexed to be fixed upon. They were people, a tiny image of a smiling couple. A man with his arms wrapped around a woman in an affectionate embrace. Fastening the locket back, Fard placed it in his linen trousers deciding to make his way back to the Palace where he would find his father to inquire of the enigmatic image he couldn’t quite understand.
By Maryam Alima Warith3 years ago in Futurism
Jack of Hearts
Many generations after the Great Sky Burn, the remnants of humanity split into factions warring over resources and the sacred relics of Jack. The nation of Jacobus was said to be the ancestral home of Jack, and his patinaed likeness, the holiest of the relics, stood tall and proud holding its heart sceptre aloft in victory in the centre of the capital. At the base of the statue, was an inscription. Most of the text had worn away, but one phrase remained: ‘TOGETHER IN ONE HEART’.
By J. R. Eldridge3 years ago in Futurism