fact or fiction
Is it science fact or science fiction? Futurism presents both sides to determine the truth.
The Law of Vibration
Nikola Tesla said “If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” Our physical bodies are affected by the vibrations and frequencies that we operate at. When a collective is operating in a lower frequency, lets say fear for example, that energy is felt by many. Literally everything in this realm is a vibration, even that table or the tablet or laptop you are reading this on. On a deeper molecular level, even you yourself are a vibration.
By Flannery McIntyre Dziedzic5 years ago in Futurism
The devil is knocking(Merlot wins in the end)
There I was in the most compromising position...I new my gut was right, This latest mark was suspicious! At first I couldn't wrap my head around why I felt so un-easy the truth was more obvious than i'd realised, I got smacked full speed in the face, one almighty blow & I was out cold, I woke up prostrated on a bed completely bare! As naked as a new born! Disguise removed feeling like a bloody amateur... For the first time ever I'd let my guard down & I was about to pay the price, how dearly depended on who was doing the interrogating. All the years I'd been an assassin I was always thorough! it didn't prepare me for what happened, I'd always prided myself on my work, my attention to detail, gathering of intel, I'd fucked up royally... especially on my lack of judgement & not following my own original instincts, I was feeling rather annoyed with myself I was royally pissed off, something so simple! it had been staring me in the face all this time & I completely missed the bloody obvious what an utter fuck up, I was beyond the point of being irritated I was pissed! I was seething... when I make it out, this mistake will never be repeated. Fuck how could I not see this one coming damn he was good.... I totally under estimated this Man, I didn't see the enormous picture I doubt anyone would have! Except for one? Igor you fucking snake! He'd kept this major detail out of the files he'd relinquished, A well guarded secret... you wait you filthy little man! There'll be know place on this earth where you'll be able to hide, I'm coming for you... not even the deepest darkest hole will save you this time. I don't know how long I'd been out for it could have been an hour or even longer? Was I underground & how deep Mmmmm the ringing in my ears still rather loud & I couldn't distinguish any sounds, Their were no windows from what I could tell, The light above my head made it hard to see my surroundings the heat coming off it though kept my naked body warm...what hit me a Mac Truck? Whatever it was it hurt like hell my head & jaw were throbbing, It was stinking hot but when bearing your all who gives a damn! As time went on I become more & more thirsty, lucid my lips were becoming dry & starting to crack I made sure not to lick them they'd get worse. I needed a plan! I needed to get the fuck out of here, What were my surroundings? How far underground was I? If that was even the case! All these Un-answered questions... I needed to find a way out, I seemed to be getting weaker, I learn't a technique while being trained when I was younger it's pretty basic really, I started counting from the time I woke up so far I was at 960 which meant it had been 16 hours give or take a few? If I'd been out for an extra 5 that mean't I'd been here for nearly 24hrs! If I wasn't of value they would have knocked me off already & I wouldn't be strapped to a bed... They were after info or they were just some sadistic twisted mother fuckers either way I was still incapacitated unless I got my shit together I wasn't going any where, I'd already spent way to much time lying around & I needed to come up with a full-proof plan.
By Roberta Russell5 years ago in Futurism
SISTER MICHAEL
An old man sat on a bench feeding a flock of pigeons that had gathered at his feet. As he looked at the hungry birds scurrying around on the grass, their heads bobbing up and down as they pecked at the dried breadcrumbs, he noticed a boy looking at him. At first, he thought nothing of it but then, after a little closer observation, realized that the inquisitive boy reminded him of himself when he was around the age of ten. Times were tough then. The Second World War was still in progress and living in the small town of Penarth, Wales, nestled on the northwestern shores of Bristol Channel, the explosions of the Germans bombing Cardiff, only a short distance away, could often be heard.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Futurism
Forty-Two
If you’re reading this, it's far too late for us. Her story will matter to you, never in the way that you think, but it will matter. This story didn't begin squatting along the wood covered in earth and blood but this is where it begins for you. Oreiameli Drys is an oak Dryad of the Southernwood. An unforgiving land overrun with the new life of both our kind and theirs. The deep red morning sky lit up the forest floor as she scanned for her prey. A long slender dagger with worn edges and blood staining the wood of the hilt was tightly clasped in her rough palms. The leaves of the thick brush move quietly with her concealing her from her opponent with ease. Silence falls over the forest as she moves closer to the menace of her every restless night. Huntsmen originating from the 5th planet Deos. Deos is a human world filled with hatred and greed. Not all of their worlds are this way but this one was corrupt to the core. It was a dying planet flooded with more life than it could support and most of it deeply in poverty. A movement behind her stunned her out of her stillness causing her camouflage to flicker for just a moment. She turned her head slowly and met eyes with a pale figure that stood out roughly against the dark green and red foliage. Panic filled her before being replaced by malice. He was not human with skin too pale and smooth for the toil of such short mortality. He may have been her kind but they were certainly not alike. To be here in this part of the woods he had to have been with those vile creatures. He was Anunnaki, a fae slave to the Huntsmen.
By Laila Malik-Bey5 years ago in Futurism
REJUBILATION
REJUBILATION I saw the shingle hanging from the street. “Guest house for rent.” Turns out to be four small rooms on the back side of a garage. Previously the chauffer’s quarters, I suspect someone’s mother-in-law was its last tenant. I moved into this place on March 31, 2020 and began my quarantine on April Fools’ Day. I’d been looking to rent a cozy little space like this ever since I had that revelation about the future of my existence. I spoke with an angel that night. Well, not exactly. Let me start at the beginning.
By David Zinke aka ZINK5 years ago in Futurism
Tales from New Bethlehem: A ride worth dying for...
It was mid-winter on the streets of New Bethlehem. This time of the year the wind swept through the city cutting a swath like a scythe through all the grime and decay. It's denizens scurried about like rats in their lairs, eager to finish their illegal clandestine activity, after which they would find shelter from the bitter biting cold. Amazingly for all the comforts that mankind's dogged technological efficiency now offered, the elements of nature still held their sway over the souls of most men.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Futurism
A Chance Encounter
1902 A few years ago, the Earth split in two. The Church told us God was angry; and the adults warned us about being bad children. I was 16 then; I remember the ground shaking so violently some trees tipped over and some of our good kitchenware broke. Mom was so sad; it had been a wedding gift from her mom, passed down from her own mother, my great grandmother. The shaking lasted so long it felt like an eternity. We were outside, me and mom, hanging up the clean laundry when it happened. I latched onto a tree so hard my fingers were raw and bloody by the end of it. The ground shook and shook and ended ripping the Eastern part of our little community in half, which is where my home ended up. We have to rely on boats now if we want to go to the mainland. We got stuck with barely anything on this side apart from the church, a few pubs, the docks and whoever lived outside town. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I actually love it here; I rarely take a boat out onto the mainland as its far too busy for my taste. I like the calm, the usual faces, the routine. I can't speak for everyone but I think life is better now; more peaceful.
By Verity Greene5 years ago in Futurism
