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Dear Diary
DAY 1 Things were super heavy yesterday when they started sounding the alarms. I was unaware of the chaos when it began, and it really came through like a tornado. Psychics and the like have been predicting this for a while now. Few people really took it seriously, and the ones that did still made jokes about it. But either way, here we are and the world is forever changed now.
By Ari Asha Love5 years ago in Futurism
The locket of the days after!
December 25th, 2030, Christmas Day. I was sitting in the living room of an old cabin on the outskirts of Albany in the Adirondack mountains. In the living room with me are Chan and Atiya. I rescued them from being eaten by the infected. I choose not to say the actual term due to the fact that it scares them and they are six and eight years old. Chan is eight and Atiya is six. Today marks the first official year of the post-apocalyptic era. I can not believe that it has been a year since the government or what is left of it ended the apocalypses, or that it has been a year and a half since these kids came into my life, nor that it has been six years since I have seen him. I look down at my hands and see the silver heart-shaped locket that Alexander gave me.
By Sarah Totman5 years ago in Futurism
The End of Life
The searing glare of the sun beats down on the scorched baron landscape punishing even the grains of sand that dare rest beneath it's gaze.
By Daniel Millington5 years ago in Futurism
The Wealth Test
Fear. Pure fear. It courses through my body from my head to the tips of my toes. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I have anything to worry about. I reach my hand into my pocket and wrap it around my heart-shaped locket. My head is buzzing like a million bees in a field full of fresh flowers. Except I’m not in a field of breathtaking flowers. I’m waiting in a long line on a dark, ominous day.
By Grace Yuergens5 years ago in Futurism
The Wealth Test
Fear. Pure fear. It courses through my body from my head to the tips of my toes. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I have anything to worry about. I reach my hand into my pocket and wrap it around my heart-shaped locket. My head is buzzing like a million bees in a field full of fresh flowers. Except I’m not in a field of breathtaking flowers. I’m waiting in a long line on a dark, ominous day.
By Grace Yuergens5 years ago in Futurism
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 15
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 14 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—oui je suis sûr (yes I am sure)—to continue to appear as a fictional character also called, Anthi (flowers, in Greek), as she did in the first series. Blue-and-white flowers in blue-and-white Greece. What a sight! What a scene! My heart could stand still. There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance. Socrates
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
We Are Made of Stardust
Human beings are petty creatures. We all thought that the surprise attack on various cities of the world’s empires would unite the human race as one. We thought the bombings, shootings, and killings would pause for the human race to take one last stance against this invading army. We knew they were coming, yet we couldn't stop. Chaos rains in the streets. People run, their screams bouncing off the endless buildings. The tops of the skyscrapers are hidden in swarms of fiery smoke. The sun fights against the gray haze, creating only a blur of light. Screeching alarms darken the air with their red, flashing lights. I ran through the streets, clutching my grandfather’s hand. Crime is rampant. He pulls me inside a worn down bar behind one of the buildings where the bartender is being robbed at gunpoint. The open sign flickers in and out and sparks as my grandfather and I maneuver around tipped chairs and fleeing customers. The perpetrator retreats at our arrival. He stops me at a static TV where the screen fizzles in and out. A frantic man appears on the distorted screen glancing from the camera, to the air, and back to the camera.
By Caroline Katko5 years ago in Futurism
Much Too Young
Hi. I'm recording this on my phone, just in case anything happens. I assume it will be you who will listen to it, Mum, but anyway... I left your flat at 10, as we discussed and I walked to the bus stop. There were only a few people about, but they looked at me really strangely. I wish you'd taken the day off work and come to the interview with me. It would have been far easier. Anyway, there was this old lady at the bus stop, otherwise quite harmless looking but you should have seen the look on her face when I sat on the bench! Honestly, if she could have called the police there and then, I'm pretty sure she would have done. Anyway, she has moved out of the shelter now and just keeps staring at me. So I thought I'd better just record this, just in case. God, I wish you would vaccinate the young people in this city, then there wouldn't be all this hostility.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Futurism
There is still light despite the darkness
There is still light despite the darkness Jessamin sighed as she looked at the window of the two story town house. The dark clouds filled the sky, pregnant with droplets and the wind brought the smell of ozone and rain into the room. She longed to danced in the rain; wash away the despair that cloaked her body. She thought back to the days before.
By Mia Locklear5 years ago in Futurism
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 14
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 13 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—sans rien dire mais tout dire (without saying anything but saying everything)—to continue to appear as a fictional character also called, Anthi, as she did in the first series. It is no coincidence, methinks. It must be μοίρα (fate), or what science describes as a series of incessant actions and reactions that tend to culminate at specific points in spacetime and affect certain protagonists. The world is expanding Greece and Greece is the shrinking world. Victor Hugo
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 13
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 12 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—with a good number of words—to reprise her role from the first series as a fictional character also called, Anthi. What a coincidence! Goddess Athena works in mysterious ways. The light of Greece opened my eyes, penetrated my pores, expanded my whole being. Henry Miller
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
The Light in The Darkness
Five years...it had been five years since our lives had become hell in our quadrant. In the year 2035 the U.S government had decided to separate the states into different quadrants as a way to maintain some semblance of order and keep the quickly depleting resources from drying up. As more time went on, the government realized that even separating the quadrants would not help the country and came to the conclusion that some quadrants had to be sacrificed as to allow the country to fully heal and advance. California, being a highly populated quadrant, was one of the first to be abandoned.
By Giovanni5 years ago in Futurism