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Old World Woman
Only those few who chose to spend their time reading the manuscripts of the Old World believed that the Heart Locket was more than a tall tale designed to keep the working man under control. In a world as cruel as this one, dripping in the kind of nihilism that any sane person would need to embrace to stay alive for long, the answer to all of the hardships the masses endure day after day couldn't be as simple as an Old World device that endows ultimate power to those who wield it. For hundreds of years, all of those poor dregs who were unfortunate enough to be birthed into this nightmare were told that the system they were born into was too complicated, too insurmountably guarded to be toppled. How could they hope to take control of the means of their way of life if those who hold the reins are so intangible? Nobody had ever seen these people, the shadows behind the curtains dispensing smaller and smaller rations, smaller paychecks, smaller glimpses of hope. How can you destroy what you can't even see?
By Trevor Guyer5 years ago in Futurism
I met a fairy once.... I called her twin.
There’s a small town off the mountaintop, where the townsmen and women scurry about their day; in preparation for visitors of their town to join in on sheer delight. The land is known as Pisgah, named after the mountain in which it resides. Visitors of the town feast on bountiful meals, partake in local folklore, and retreat to their whimsical cottages aligned along the mountainside in which the townspeople cater to the visitors of their town.
By rachel ellis5 years ago in Futurism
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 8
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 7 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—I tell you that she did—to appear as a fictional character in this new series as well under the full name, Anthi Kanéna. I wonder if Socrates and Plato took a house on Crete during the summer. Woody Allen
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
The Void
In the dark and dangerous depths of the cities engineering levels, Talus was as silent as a ghost, he knew this vast labyrinth of concrete, pipes, hallways and cables like the back of his hand. The dampness of the underground graveyard clung heavily to his clothes, it caked his skin and penetrated his lungs. The musky, rusted smell from years of decay filled his nostrils as he moved through the endlessness like a blur. In the decrepit hallways next to the auxiliary power grid, Talus ran past 2 men rummaging through the trash. As per normal, the two vagabonds were uninterested in his comings and goings so he didn’t pay them any mind either. Down a few of the wider pipelines, a left turn, a right, another left and Talus slowed down to a walk and approached the edge of the walkway, where he looked out once again across The Void. His rebreather slung loosely around his neck, Talus placed it securely over his mouth and nose so as not to inhale any toxic air while crossing The Void. Aptly named, The Void was the split between the two hemispheres of the city, just like a human brain, only down here it was made of metal, concrete and plastic, thousands of metres of intertwining, looping, and crisscrossing constructs under layers or man-made materials. The only way across the gap was the bridge, a hasty construction built to accommodate the workers down in the depths of the underground city Talus liked to call EL, short from Engineering Levels. The bridge was another couple of hundred metres further to the left of where Talus stood at the end of the corridor, so he took off at a jog along a narrow strut. Pipes, corridors and conduits raced by, the void to his right loomed ominously, falling at least 12 kilometres down to the Earth’s surface. Less than a kilometre down, however, the toxic cloud threatened menacingly, which if entered unprotected, was certain death.
By Tom Mcmulkin5 years ago in Futurism
Keep Your Head Above the Sand Man
After all the commotion, all the people are at the beaches all around the world. What is happening? You see people holding sign with a heart shaped pendant. Its so beautiful and many Roses are everywhere. Imagine Long stem roses about 100 dozen and they are lined up on the ocean at the sand. Its is a beautiful site. The news come on and breaking news all person told to leave their home and go to the nearest ocean fronts. The color of the sky is Red and Blue and yellow. A shadow in the sky is of a Heart beating loudly so how can hear on the earth. So loudly people start covering their ears with their hand. Many start to put their head in the sand. Thousands begin to die, and their body start to be unconsciousness after a full body spasm the feet stop moving. We have come to the end of mankind as we knew it at that time. People begin to start running but like a swift breeze many are carried in the air to the roofs of the tallest buildings. Once landed each had hologram speaking to them in giving instructions. But how did we get to this point. It all started early one morning, and we see a little girl drawing in the sand a heart and she put roses around the edges of the heart. Then we see her inside the bank at her grandmother’s safe deposit box. Inside she finds a golden heart shaped locket and a letter. The letter had a map and it said just follow these instructions to survive the doom to come. The little girl begins to laugh. So quickly she got a airplane to Ohio to go the street her mother was born, when she arrived there in the cement on the corner was engraved in the cement and heart and inside was her Mom and Dad names. She as amazed but the next place amazed her more. She was told to go to the country where her forefather was born and on a certain Island, she would find a tree with the same engravement. Under the house is a secret compartment she would find the message to save her. Next, we see visions on people again putting their head under the sand. This little girl survived and was transported to the survival destinations. Most of humans was exterminated they could not take the commands and kept their heads under the sand. That little girl followed the plan the trace to that private place. She followed the paths of her parents’ legacy, and she did put her head under the sand. In the locket the heart shaped locket was a picture of her Great Granny, and it said the strong will outlive the doom. But listen do not put your head under the sand. She said Granny what does this have to with Man and the stand of life on earth. She said it wont hurt if you love and look above and keep your head above sand. The colorful sky at the beginning and the rose was for the welcoming back of the dead ones who get a second change. Yes, a second change to live. Well, it has been said cats have seven lives and humans the day after doom were all drawing in the sand and they made it heart shaped. Then you guessed it the cavities were filled with Rose Petals. The moral of Dooms day, keep your head above the sand. Yes, you can stand!
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Futurism
The Heart of Mary Murphy
Once again, Minimis woke before the "Awakening Anthem." Despite having spent three years – three years that seemed to hold an eternity in each - in the Gracilias community, she still felt that she was a colorful and curvy entity jammed into a grey, angular mold. She doubted that her cohabitants lay on their cots daydreaming of life during the Incidental Era – especially not on a daily basis.
By Amy Lynn Walsh5 years ago in Futurism
No Survivors
Aim-mo lays on their back. They can feel each little pebble and dip in the cement floor beneath them. It seems like a weird place to be, just laying on the floor, but it's oddly comfortable. Temperatures are low, the first break they've gotten all summer. A solid crisp beam of sunlight slices through the torn currents covering the glassless window. The curtains silently flap back and forth in a soft morning breeze.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Futurism
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 7
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 6 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed—she really did—to appear as a fictional character in this new series as well. Her full name in this series, Anthi Kanéna, is already revealed before it actually appears for a good reason to be discovered sometime later if I do not forget. And then God said, let there be Greece. Unknown
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
New Earth
No one noticed when the old gods returned. The Earth rotated, the sun rose, Lucy cooed in her crib. Kira woke, drowsy eyed, and began brewing her morning coffee. She stretched in the cool summer morning air, taking a long drag of her cigarette. “Monday” she sighed. Thoughts of getting the baby ready for daycare, phone calls, meetings, groceries, and laundry flooded her head. She paused for a moment, snuffing out the cigarette. Something was off. She looked around her back yard, at the fence covered in ivy, the overflowing garbage can in the alley, the grass a week overdue for mowing. A cry echoed from the nursery. She turned and headed inside to start the day, leaving the backyard abandoned, not noticing the profound silence. Two thousand eyes watched her go from the pine trees above. A thousand birds perched, observing, not making a sound at all. No, no person noticed when the old gods retuned, but the animals, they knew.
By Violently Colored5 years ago in Futurism
Alaska Doom
Alaska Escape Doomsday Golden Nuggets Picture a Cargo train with about 100 people all tightly squeezed in trolly car. Suddenly, the Train lifts into the sky and begins to fly. Way up in the air and it a smooth sight. Lot of lights and fireworks. A lot of excitement. But then you see a little girl and she is waving to the sky and crying. Her 18th birthday has just happened. She is than seen opening a gift box and inside is a glass locket filled with golden nuggets. Imagine a locket plain glass surrounded with diamond and filled with golden nuggets. She begins to cry and said I want to go to Alaska. I want to go to the glaziers. Next you see her playing with her father and talking about what life can bring as she grows up. Her father tells her never look in the rear-view mirror. When the end of the world comes do not look back. Well, this is year 2025 and her bedroom if all mirrors. The computer images life outside the walls and look alive. Next, we see the vision of the 100 hostages and her father begins to speak. He tells his daughter to survive she will need to go to the Glazier and take her best ice pick. She will find a lot of people looking for survival pendants. The one she must find as her name Wanda made in Golden nuggets. She and several friends headed to Glazier. They are all dressed in fisherman gear and as the woman on the mountain was said to bring magic to Alaska. Wanda wanted to survive. The latest news release was that in 24 hours all humans will be killed except those who were identified to locate the nugget necklace. Doom’s day came with minimum doom. Many start to die and the funeral homes were full. People are stacked on top of each other. Once a day difference Train Cars were lifted, and they started taking people of all ages to survival. The final survival ground Alaska, the Frontier Land. All we welcome and all whose parents were still married and together qualified for survival. Wanda found a gold nugget name plate and she picks it up and begins to cry. At that moment she was chosen, and she disappears and is suddenly in the Cargo cab with her dad and mom. The next scene we see thousands of people putting on Gold Nugget cover name plates. As the plates are gathered a person is also stamping each with a Gold Life stamp. All a sudden something magical happens the Glazier open up. All looked all to the sky and snow was falling heavily. It was a cold and chilly day. In the sky was the glass locket, trimmed in diamonds and filled with Gold Nuggets. The day came when the people could live again. Then you see Wanda back in her mirrored room the news comes alive like a ghost and tell her you have survived. In this time cell phone, were no longer instead a piece of Gold Nugget was eaten by each survivor. The nugget had magnetic phone service. All cell phones were just a social security number and after doomsday the cell phone live in the head of the survivors. Births were few and in between because birth control only had to be taken one time and a person was permanently sterile. Welcome to the new world after dooms day. In Alaska in the frontier land. Wanda in her mirror room is scene accepting cell call seeing all her surviving relative with her nugget cell phone calls. The images look like shadows outside her head. Future is Good for all.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Futurism
