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Human Aquarium
The year is 2050 and I am somewhere on planet earth which is what I call, my home. I didn't always have this view of life, in fact, when I was just 9 years old, I became an orphan. It wasn't an unusual way of life, most children who survived the fires, hurricanes, tsunami's and diseases were orphans like me. What is unusual is that on my 10th birthday, my life would change and I would become the youngest scientist to ever live. Here's my story-
By Leah Ella5 years ago in Futurism
Get Back Up.
As the grey sky shifted about rather slowly, silence is upon the land. Suddenly, a body hits the ground. A feminine figure wore bright, white robes hemmed with elegant gold, though they had been battered, bloodied, and cut, signifying much hardship.
By Bailey5 years ago in Futurism
The Saint of Circuitry
The fluorescent bulbs flickered, buzzing all the while, as Hana sat within the holding cell, otherwise unbothered. The young oscuri woman wasn’t sure how long she’d been there; the guards had confiscated her phone, her watch, anything that would effectively allow her to keep time, apart from her sleep cycles. So far, she’d dozed off three times, but, if she was being honest, she wasn’t sure how much of it was due to her being tired, and how much was due to her own boredom.
By Kit Olsen5 years ago in Futurism
Booked
Horace slunk down the alley and escaped the night's brutal wind that blasted off of the frigid Hudson River. The narrow lane reeked of garbage and filth that years failed to wash away. He had much in common with the alleys that hid from the main streets of the city.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Futurism
When Darkness Falls
As she wondered through the house lighting candles and begging for blessings, she was determined not to let doubt creep in. She needed this to work. She needed to be free. Held captive by her own mind, she needed this. As she passed the mirror in the hall in all its shattered glory, she gazed at herself in her floor length, sheer light blue gown with such awe in her eyes. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. A perfect image for a perfect ritual. It started to grow dark and she could feel her mind unleashing the demon she was hoping to lose tonight.
By Daisi Hochstetler5 years ago in Futurism
Monster Zoo / Water Trouble
A bright flash of light illuminated the dark tiles under his feet as Kieran jumped back through the portal into his diner kitchen. He walked over to the cauldrons bubbling over the fires in the corner and took a deep breath of the steam coming off the tops.
By Alexander Mikesell5 years ago in Futurism
Hexatron Tales - Respect
Prologue The realm of Rippel is a place of chaos and advancement, like a stone dropped into water it creates ripples and depending on where these waves or ripples meet it shall change its outcome. The places in Rippel consist of many factions, but there are two main factions that define Rippel. The faction of Tranquillity, whose people require immense amounts of arcane or divine concentration to search for true advancement or perhaps ascension and the faction of Chaos, whose people find that experimentation, is far more effective in advancement and transformation. There have been many wars fought and lost in the struggle of which faction will succeed the other. During a time perhaps an eon ago there was a great war more catastrophic than any battle fought, which change the face of Rippel for the next generation. By great tranquillity the Void was opened and by the erratic nature of chaos the Pulse had warped time and space itself. No one of any race or existing faction has any knowledge of how the Void or the Pulse were thrust onto the land of Rippel but they remain for the brave and foolish to explore.
By Winston5 years ago in Futurism
A Loverless Fate - Entry 2
Today’s May 4th. I set out absentmindedly without checking today’s weather, and surprisingly, this lack of choice improved my day. When I went outside, it was an unusually beautiful day with a clear, blue sky and warm weather. I wore a pastel, floral dress with puffed sleeves as well as white, platform sandals and a mustard yellow, designer bag. This outfit was the perfect choice for the weather I went out to and looked really cute.
By Ainsley Elaine5 years ago in Futurism
A Loverless Fate - Entry 1
When all of us are born, we have writing on the inside of each of our middle fingers. On the right hand is our name, and on the left hand is the name of our future lover. If there is no name, our lover hasn’t been born yet, or our lover is dead.
By Ainsley Elaine5 years ago in Futurism
The hero
The hero approaches. Swiping defiantly at the beads of sweat rushing his eyes he quickens his pace, momentarily reinvigorated.
By Penelope Jane5 years ago in Futurism
My Psychic Said This Would Happen
I stumbled down the street and sat in a wooden chair at an outdoor cafe. My mind was still racing, going a million miles an hour after that reading with my psychic. I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t know how anything magical could even happen in my life. I lived a quite ordinary life up until this point.
By Clarissa Wilson5 years ago in Futurism
Beau & The Hag
Once upon a time, there was a farm boy named Beau who loved books. Beau was the baby of the Bachelor family. His beauty always made his spoilt brothers jealous, but they always mocked him for his love for flowers and nature. Flowers, especially red roses always made Beau think of his late mother. His elder brothers blamed him for her death. For not long after he was born, she succumbed to a sickness that she never recovered from. Their father died with her.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism