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First Date During The Apocalypse
Victor hides in an alleyway. The young man peaks his head around the corner to survey the area around his destination. A relatively untouched supermarket sits off in the distance. In his line of sight, he can see dozens of abandoned cars littering the streets between him and his destination. Some are just waiting patiently in parallel parking spots for owners who will never return, some are stopped at intersections with their doors wide open and abandoned, and others are unceremoniously plowed into the sides of buildings, onto sidewalks, and turned over every which way.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Futurism
Hiding in the Light
If you were to go looking for a group of radical Magicians trying to upset the Community, Mountain Home Arkansas would be the last place you would think to look. About ten years ago a few of the more intelligent Restorationists in the area realized that made it the best place to set up shop. They were careful not to draw attention to themselves or to reveal the secret. And so for the most part the Clave just let them be. That is not to say there was nobody watching their actions just in case. Any group that was interested in upsetting the apple-cart would always be under some sort of scrutiny. And there were enough of the nervous types on the council that were certain total ruin was just around the corner, that they made sure to keep an eye on folks that so far had never caused any real trouble.
By John Randolph Skinner IV5 years ago in Futurism
Velvet Night
The restaurant glowed across the parking lot like a warm bed of embers, barely reaching the smattering of dark cars that huddled in the pounding rain. The charcoal-colored blazer that Vince held over his head blocked the worst of it, but by the time he had run the fifteen feet from his car to the restaurant, the coat was already soaked through, uniformly darkened by the deluge. His pants and shirt were wet from the chest-down, perfect for his mystery date with his sister’s mystery friend, Sadie Emerson. Only his hair and shoulders remained mostly untouched as he locked his car with a chirp and fell through the door.
By Patrick Juhl5 years ago in Futurism
Two Multiverse Shots and a Glass of Merlot
I bit my lip and looked down at my white manicured nails clutching the stem of my wine glass, hypnotized by the swirl of my Merlot as I pivoted my wrist methodically. I took a long, gentle sip and made eye contact with my date.
By Melissa Marie Watson5 years ago in Futurism
No Reflection
I get up at my usual time, stumble to the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and flush. All my actions are on auto-pilot. I reach the vanity to wash my hands, but something is wrong. But it’s an illusion so perfect I don’t notice it at first. When I stand before the mirror, I lean in and let the hot water run for a few seconds. The sleep finally clears from my eyes and my brain, then I see it; the mirror in front of me is empty; there’s no one there!
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Futurism
Is She too Conservative
Anna stared into the mirror. She was wearing pants and a shirt which covered her whole body. She knew the viewers would be watching. Usually, she had a cloth over the mirror. All they would see is blackness but today she had a date. She wanted to make sure her makeup and hair were right. Her bracelet and necklace matched the turquoise shirt. She looked very conservative. She would pass the viewers' test but what about her date
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Futurism
