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It Was All Lost
For Ryuji Satosan the day had started out as it usually would, by starting his daily routine immediately. He slipped out of bed into his slippers before making his way to the bathroom. There he showered, brushed his teeth, then made his way to his bedroom to dress himself. He dressed in normal everyday clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. Before he left he slipped on a long white lab coat, his keys already in the left hand pocket. When he made his way out of the door the first thing his eyes laid upon was his sleek black motorcycle shining brightly in the morning light. The male walked the few feet towards the bike before slipping onto the comfortable padded seat. He started the engine while putting on his black bike helmet, slipping the visor down as he took off down the street.
By Brandon Mckinney9 years ago in Futurism
Rewatching... Doctor Who: The Evil Of The Daleks - Part 7
"A Dalek questioned an order." Saturday 1 July 1967 Colour television began today on BBC2 with the Wimbledon coverage. This is the first colour television service in Europe. According to The Times we will get a number of programmes in colour throughout the week; 40 hours of programming including The Virginian and Late Night Line-Up. They have helpfully marked all the colour programmes with a "C" in their listings. On BBC1 however we still have to make do with black and white, so that's how tonight's Doctor Who was viewed. Except by me of course; I can't see it at all, apart from a number of still images. I can hear it clearly enough however, and it sounds fab.
By Nick Brown9 years ago in Futurism
Rewatching... Doctor Who: The Evil Of The Daleks - Part 6
"ALL DALEKS RETURN TO SKARO!" Saturday 24 June 1967 Things are hotting up. The story began as a sort of urban thriller starting at Gatwick and taking in warehouses, alleyways, antique shops and trendy coffee bars. Then it moved both time and location to a Victorian manor house, with servants, a wealthy philanthropist, ticking clocks, creaking wood-panelled corridors. Now in the third and final act, we get yet another location: Skaro! This has turned out to be quite an epic.
By Nick Brown9 years ago in Futurism
The Little Alien (#5)
The little alien came to earth by accident.First, she was lost but then came to learn how to blend in with human society as predators hunt her down. The people that lived around that area said that amazing and extraordinary things happened there for like, no reason, and thought that these things were done by spirits.They were a superstitious lot, the main reason why she settled around there—anything going wrong as she learned to settle was not read into much. People said, that sometimes they could see a thing glow in the woods at night. Others say they can hear music not of this world, drawing them into the depths of the woods, where no sane person would wonder. And the scent, a scent so sweet that could only be compared to million roses, but to the surprise of the tourists, who have heard the stories, no roses could be found growing there. At least, none there dared to walk further into the forest to find some for fear of disturbing the sound, until one man arrived, too curious to stay away and to drawn to the mystery to pass over it
By Storyteller IRT9 years ago in Futurism
Gomrothian Chronicles
I sat down in one of those plush, velvet-seated chairs my brother was so very fond of. My eyes drank in the sights of regal hospitality as I relaxed and waited for my brother to arrive. Time seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace, and so, I began to sing a song that had been stuck in my head for quite some time:
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Futurism
Elysium
The escape was not difficult. The alarms were broken and the hole in the Fence had grown since I’d last looked. Snatches of cloth caught on the wire, loose strands. More people breaking free from here, running from the hell we’ve realised isn’t normal. Isn’t how we want to live. We never see the Runners again. They might be dead for all we know. Dead or there. Elysium, rumours call it. The light at the end of our tunnel. The beginning of our new lives. It might not even exist. All we know is that anywhere’s better than here.
By Alice Swan9 years ago in Futurism
