humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Misreality
All the neurons in Jayden’s brain tuned in. He reflexively seated in the studio audience for tonight’s special report. As an athletic 6’ 2’’ frame with short, spiky blond hair, he fit in well with a crowd of similar appearances and interests. On stage were impossibly attractive anchormen and anchorwomen, presumably the best commentators in the United States. They fiercely defended their viewpoints with impactful and emotional resolve and Jayden just loved the tenacity to stand for what was right and banish what was wrong in America. The surroundings smelled faintly peculiar and the set pieces were of the most sumptuous, superior quality. The walls and raised stage floor were a giant perfect screen, where the official news logo and animations displaying a 25% unemployment rate migrated towards the wall behind the speakers….
Beau GarlandPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEverything Red
It has begun to tarnish now, and that fact pulls my mouth into a sad line. I trace its intricate designs, remembering all of the times my grandmother recounted the story of how her aunt had passed it down to her and how she knew that I must have it. This little golden heart that sits at my heart holds the same pressure I have felt since the day I came into the world.
Tallulah Watson MoylePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Greater Good
“The Ark is in great peril and we cannot ignore this any further.” A deafening silence fell across the boardroom. Puzzled, everyone glanced at each other, desperately searching for answers.
Monisha Sharmin KhanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Ruin
The Ruin Her hand went to the tarnished locket that rested against her skin. The gold plating long worn off-it wasn’t worth the chain that it rested on, but it was her treasure. With shaking fingers she carefully pried it open, unfolding the small piece of paper with his address on it. It was a match.
Jennifer NicholePublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhat the Deciders Decide
Her picture is beside mine. An undiscerning eye would think that it is me twice. But there is a freckle beside her left eye, and her ears stick out more than mine do.
Kimberley JoyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLaid to Rest
A snowflake creeps in through a cracked car window seeking finality in the rising and falling of the old man's cheek. Activated by the sudden frost, the old man's eyelids began to part. “Still alive, huh,” he thought as he surveyed his surroundings. Slowly, he falls into the routine he picked up the last couple of days bedridden in the car. “Check your surroundings”. He found himself once again on his back cradled in a mess of cloth, trash, and blankets in a fabric seated 2045 honda accord, the only car in the area his people found suitable for a dying man. The car bore few injuries given that it has most likely been covered in snow the past 15 years. Most things have been under snow since the crash. Next, check yourself. The old man began a series of muscle tenses with mind to notice any new pains. His head was fine, both eyes working and his neck had minimal stiffness. This is thanks to the bedding his family made him before they departed. Hands were fine, only light frostbite to worry over, now the legs. His bottom half still had no function, good. The stab wound his son had left him with was doing its job.
Colin LongPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Nth Degree
The coldness inside the chamber was unbearable. Tiny intricate designs of frost painted the chamber like icy flowers. Small icicles hung like long witch-like fingers from the ceiling in hopes of falling upon a passerby. Frosty branches seemed to grip the walls as if the walls were caving in. In the midst of this frigid dungeon sat Captain Kokou. He was a large muscular African man with very large hands. Kokou’s green military fatigues were dingy and frostbitten, with small tears in the kneecap area of his pants and shoulder area. His greenish black combat boots were unpolished and had several cracks in them. Kokou’s dreadlocks cascaded over his face masking his eyes. Captain Kokou sat in a large black wooden chair in the middle of the freezing room. The chair was reminiscent of an old-fashioned
Gregory S CarrPublished 3 years ago in FuturismIsko's Heart
If a tattered wasteland was an apocalyptic cliché, Isko figured it didn’t matter…there weren’t a lot of people to cast judgment on it, after The Great Abandoning. Two thirds of Humanity now floated away from the Sun, toward Systems that might offer a safe haven and solace. Isko had seen a great many people weep at being left to fight off the ceaseless attacks, by aliens that seemed to have no real purpose. To Isko, there had never been anything other than the cliché. Being artificially created to fight for Humanity didn’t lend itself to a great deal of experience actually living, so there wasn’t much to lament. It was like that for most of the products of the Sigma Program.
Meagan WallPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSins of the Fathers
The two women stumbled through the vines. Sweat poured, blood dripped from lashings by thorns and insect bites. Wiping the dirt and sap just smeared them into mud, mockingly like a pattern of camouflage fatigues. It coated the long red hair of Ava such that she looked brunette. Her locks had long ago gone from flowing to stagnant, Frankie, the woman with actual brunette hair, cropped short to above her ears to reduce the irritation of the humidity, slashed at the last of the groping tentacles and they burst out onto a field.
Scott HallerPublished 3 years ago in Futurismdon'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.
Saja Bo StormPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Song
The Song “If ever a person were still living in this dark, dark world…” The voice trailed off and only the sound of a low screech was heard, much like the subtle scraping of a mad man’s fingernail as he followed someone down a black alley.
Jenipher DehlinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMango
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.
Jillee parkerPublished 3 years ago in Futurism