Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Futurism.
The Colosseum
The halls echoed with his footsteps as he made his way down the dark hallway. The stone walls glowed and pulsed ruby with every step he took. As he neared the end of the corridor, he approached a large white marble door. Carved into the marble were pictures of a beautiful woman bathed in bright white light, she stood before a kneeling crowd. There was a man standing behind her cloaked in darkness and shadows. The man pauses running his hands over the carvings.
By Kidanara Uchiha5 years ago in Futurism
Rosalie's Adventures
One spring day, when the squirrels were chattering, the birds were humming their sweet songs and the trees were swaying with the wind and you could smell the spring air, there in the meadow, you could see a girl and her dog. Rebecca is an interesting girl, fifteen years old, who doesn't have many friends, but just one and Toby. Rebecca is homeschooled by her grandma because it is the easiest way for Rebecca to help her grandma. Her friend Rosalie lives closer to the town in Michigan that Rebecca is by. Rebecca lives outside of her town in a “country-style” area. She lives with her grandma in Michigan in a big, old house. Rebecca's parents are always traveling because of their style of work. Her grandma is a tidy woman whom Rebecca thinks is OCD, but is also quiet and forgetful. Her grandma loves to read and taught Rebecca how to love books. Rebecca loves her grandma's home and loves living with her, but she also misses her parents. Now, Rebecca’s dog, Toby, a German Shepherd, is in love with tennis balls. Toby will do anything for a tennis ball, even if it is covered in dirt or slim. For Rebecca, Toby is her guardian, she has had Toby ever since he was a puppy, which was when she got him when she was ten. For Toby, Rebecca is his sibling and will do whatever she wants him to do and if necessary, will protect her with his life.
By Arianna Kraljic5 years ago in Futurism
Day 15: Power corrupts
6 am They were staring out the window, the video behind me three dead greenhorns. Cut down with a blade made out of bone. It seems they got that wish of theirs to see the game, but as victims. It was not pretty, crying, blood, guts. It was brutal and time-consuming. It was locked in an old tunnel, running, abandoning each other, like rats.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
You Can Now Buy A Boba Fett Plush For The Holidays
If you've got a Star Wars fan at home with a love of all things small, cuddly and equal parts deadly, then this is just the holiday time for you. Released now is a new Boba Fett plush, perfect for the kid in you or your actual children.
By Culture Slate5 years ago in Futurism
The Kinetics
Prologue How it began... Once a peaceful and prosperous guardian of the World, the Kinetics were scientifically gifted; using their gifts for the advancement of humankind, the Kinetics were welcomed by the Regulars, those without the knowledge of the Science of Kinesis.
By MC Productions5 years ago in Futurism
The Witch
The Witch By: Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX The little boy opens the front door. Cautiously, looking to the corner, he sees her. She always awaits him there. She is looking the other way, but her Strange Magic is a sure thing. As sure as the hair on his head is blond, he is positive that without seeing, she knows. Soon she’ll greet him & then…
By Reuben Joseph Beeman TTX5 years ago in Futurism
2. Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder. I stared at the bright blue, cloudless sky above me and the tips of the iced over trees that seemed to touch the blue. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. No footprints disrupted the soft snow all around. Something about these surroundings was familiar, as if from a dream; had I been here before in my fantasy world? The wet snow crunched and made a faint hiss as it started to melt at the touch of my somewhat warm body. If this really was my dream, it seemed all too real. Cupping my hands into the snow I threw a pile of the snow onto my face, but the cold powder felt so real that as I removed my hands from my face. I waited for the ambient mumbling of the coffee shop to enter my ears, or the soft, cozy cushions of my couch to appear under me; but there was nothing except the trees. Snow. Birds. My backpack. My backpack? The only thing from home that made me relax just long enough before the full realization I wasn’t actually home set in.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Futurism
