Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Futurism.
Memoirs of Fodder Deep-Mines
I’m old! Yep—I’m older than old according to my boys, Wild-Hair and Ceasil. Me twin boys make me proud, but piss me off at the same time! I would expect no less from a dwarf! We be the highest-ranking members of the Deep-Mines Clan. Dwarves take pride in that sort o’thing.
By W.S. Klass5 years ago in Futurism
The Future of Star Wars
I have been a fan of Star Wars all my life, I still remember how my stepfather put "Episode Six: Return of the Jedi" in our VHS player for us to watch while my mother was out. It is one of the earliest movies I can remember watching and it sparked my deep love of movies which remains with me to this day.
By Steve Brewer5 years ago in Futurism
Edge of Lightening
The table had been cleared a while. Annie handed the table over to the next shift waitress, who kept their drinks filled as the lunch rush came and went. Seth busied herself with the crayons and pencils that Annie had left with her, and Mike leafed through the local Tucson paper. The new waitress joined them, and Mike asked if she would stay for a moment while he used to phone.
By Texas Christie5 years ago in Futurism
Edge of Lightning
Detective Fitch sat uncomfortably in the Commander’s office, waiting. He was really too large of a man for the chair. He didn’t know where to put his hands, and his shoulder holster interfered with the backrest. He looked at the file on the desk, closed, but some pictures spilled out. He was really nowhere on the investigation and wasn’t even sure if that was why he was called into the office. He heard a toilet flush, water running, and shut off from behind a closed door in the office, and the door opened.
By Texas Christie5 years ago in Futurism
Lock
As i clean my lab, i keep finding strange notes. I know I write strange notes when I’m working too much, but some of these are outlandish, even for me. One said warning: subject is becoming self-aware. He realizes getting outside is impossible, as well as other ones in a similar vein. It freaks me out just a little. I mean, i haven’t actually left my lab in about six months. Even worse, I don’t really know... how to get out. Or where I’d go. All i know is here. My heart randomly races as I look around and see these notes. Sometimes i get anxious when i look at... the door. The door over there. The stupid door that doesn’t go anywhere. The room is dark. Too dark. I swear its unnaturally dark. I hate the dark so much. The lights need to stay on. If they turn off... I hear it. The strange vibrating. The strange... sound. I can’t explain it.
By Kriss Heath5 years ago in Futurism
