literature
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A Writer in its Natural Habitat
It had been three days since I last typed a word. That word was “Ugh.” Technically, it was more than one word, but I typed it about fifty-three times.
Taylor KennepohlPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHer
I am sure that I saw it there. Last time I peaked it most definitely was there. Strapped to her thigh and perfectly balanced within her garter was the little nuance of a book. That stupid black book, the book that caused me all this grief, the book in which I now had to ever so kindly relieve this woman of.
Giselle DouganPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEscape
To sit bare, bare to the world, bare to you, and bare to the eyes gazing in. To know what they think, would be a foresight unseen to all, bar one.
Kimai FurnessPublished 3 years ago in FuturismProposal
‘Ding’…’Ding’. Koremar heard the door to the café, turning around from wiping the back countertop. She looked up at the customer and smiled brightly.
Banana NannersPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPaid by Dark Web Thieves
Her soul left her body, fingertips frozen as the joints in her hands became stiff. She could feel the strain in her curved spine and the colour rushing from her face. The salty copper taste of blood pooled at the tip of her dry tongue. She licked at the torn bit of fleshy tissue hanging on the inside of her mouth. In moments of vigorous concentration, she always fell prey to the habit of chewing the insides of her cheeks.
Halimat SalamiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTales of Elandria
Prologue In this life, we are faced with a number of challenges. We, as humans, are often thrown into situations well outside of our control; and it is our reactions to these circumstances that are the truest reflection of our character. There are many who allow the pain and devastation that befalls them to define the limits of their potential-- but when tragedy is met with grace and acceptance the soul within grows a little wiser, a little more resilient.
LeRissa CriderPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRhymes with Orange
Myrtle Green was scavenging on the beach when she saw the bones. The biggest bone was the tail: easily twice the length of Myrtle. The creature’s spinal column was stretched out crookedly along the sand and its jaws gaped open. Myrtle had heard of whales, but she had never seen one before. Nobody in her settlement had, not since the End Days, when the last of the whales were hauled in, their blubber used to light their lamps, their meat to stave off hunger until the crops could be resown. She ran her hand along the vertebrae and tried to imagine how such a large animal ever managed to float.
Stacey MalacariPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Fare Ledger
Every third Thursday at precisely seven o’clock, the woman in the periwinkle dress appeared onboard the old westbound line––the Asphodel, as it was referred to by those who knew it.
A Card Game for Monkeys
Scientist A bursts through the door of the break room, shattering the air of quiet sterility that usually hangs over the secret lab.
Amelia LanePublished 3 years ago in FuturismManufactured Luck
Fire. Heat. Not just any heat, Immense heat. Like being stuck into an oven on broil, on, no IN a volcano.... On the surface of the sun.
Jonny KleingartnerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNo Place Like Home
No Place Like Home [Chapter 1] by Rob Nelson Nurse Jean walked with confidence and poise, the soles of her shoes quietly touching the surface of the floor. Her duties are virtually stress-free due to the latest technology available to modern science.
Rob NelsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNo Place Like Home
Chapter 4: "Lost In Translation" Highway I55 crossing Rainbow Towers Way, Friday, June 7, 2024, 2010 hrs: Turbo moves his arms gently from around Jeans's waist.
Rob NelsonPublished 3 years ago in Futurism