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By J.F. Dakin5 years ago in Futurism
In the Shadows of My Heart
The sun birthed itself into the murky shroud of dawn. How many sunrises had I seen just like it since the cloud of doom mushroomed over us a year ago? Has it truly been a year yet? More? Or less? It's Monday I think. It hardly matters since each day is the same joyless passing of time as all the others.
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Futurism
The Arsonist
The girl hissed as the handcuffs binding her to the metal table dug further into her wrists. There's no way I'm getting these off, she thought, as she let her mangled bobby pin clatter to the floor. She threw her head back, squinting at fluorescent lights, and cursing her own stupidity. She considered the fact that maybe she shouldn't be too upset. Technically she was safer in here than out there, depending on how you define the word “safe.”
By Christine Odwesso 5 years ago in Futurism
Locket of Love
The heart shaped locket in my hand glinted as the hazy rays of our dying sun shone upon it. After carefully excavating it from a pile of rubble, and brushing off the layer of caked-on dirt that encompassed it, I was able to admire its beauty. It felt solid and warm in my hand, with a weight to it, but not of physical size. The weight came from the memories it held. I closed my eyes and focused my abilities on the locket. A flood opened in my mind of emotions, feelings, and images of the previous washed through me, and into my very soul.
By Tamara Loertscher5 years ago in Futurism
The arrangement
Samuel Santiago, please come to the E.R! It’s imperative that you come here . We have a severe case of that disease. We need you here! Santiago rushed into the E.R. He ran into the E.R. He was confused about the empty emergency room. Is this really true? or did he imagine the call from the intercom. Why is there no one here? It’s been a strange and almost terrifying day; because he's seen the world news. The atmosphere’s parts per million has reached a critical level.. He was scared, but he refused to let that news bring his spirits down. « The world is a strange place. It’s rapidly changing day by day, » Santiago mumbled.The night sky has been recently showing different night colors: Gray some days, brown sometimes, and even red once a week. There was an aurora borealis here in California, which was an extremely rare event, since we’re nowhere near the arctic, or the arctic circle.. Is this all connected to what the newscaster had said this morning? Santiago walked around the E.R., then he noticed with his peripheral vision Jackson a young R.N.. At theI.C.U. there appeared to be a huge commotion. « I wondered if he meant the I.C.U, and mixed up the names. » Santiago entered the I.C.U. He noticed that a patient was on the ground, and he was unconscious. « Jackson what’s going on? Why aren’t you doing anything at all? Are you scared? Do you know what to do? » Santiago asked calmly.
By Jose Medina5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the pool
In a moment it was all over. Hundreds of life times seemed to have flashed before my eyes, though the time lapse recording read eighty nine seconds. The view of the warm but unwelcoming lights returning to my eyes, I sat up and observed my surroundings. Results monitors flashed with spikes of the activity in the system showing a four percent increase in brainwave activity from the last session. This was good news to say the least. The whole pool bay was performing better than it had in the last three sectional reports. This, coupled with the fact our bay had the fewest instances of individuals deep diving, (entering areas of the mind beyond where anyone could locate them) boded quite well for the upcoming report.
By Tony .5 years ago in Futurism
The Gift of the Locket
The acid rain sizzled and spat as it hit the pock-marked asphalt of the streets of old LA. Only rats walk these dark avenues. Not the four-legged variety, they had more sense and got out or were eaten. Only the two-legged species persisted. Too stupid to run when they could, they were trapped in this ghetto of crumbling concrete and steel. So they plodded through the acid rain, covered in layers of plastic and mylar so that they did not end up looking like the streets, melted and tortured. When they were not roaming, they were scouring the abandoned buildings for food and dry shelter.
By Ray Clark5 years ago in Futurism
After the Tornado
Deep within a tainted castle, an innocent lass sat slumped upon bales of straw, contemplating her options. Papa’s dispensation of humiliation and her refusal to woo a despicable King had landed her upon this itchy bed. How horrible to be poor, without a dowry, without a mother to shut the Papa up. She twisted her heart-shaped locket, smearing black smudge back and forth, back and forth across her collarbone: a cheap token, but all her mother had left behind. What good was it to her, powerless as she was? She’d a mind to toss it out a window, had there been one cut into the greystone walls. Time didn’t exist within the confines of this whitewashed space.
By Barbara Steinhauser 5 years ago in Futurism
The Growth
The Earth began to breathe again, and we weren’t supposed to breathe with her… August 03, 2025. The world seemed no difference than any other day. Sun rose in the sky. Winds rustled the trees, whistling through the branches. Salt in the air as the waves crashed onto the shore. My wife slept beside me and the radio muttered lowly in the distance.
By Miles Murphy5 years ago in Futurism
End of Days
It lay there glistening, twinkling with all its impeccable might, as the sun teasingly reflected against it; begging for my full and present attention.
By Natalie Edwards 5 years ago in Futurism
Nostalgia
Nostalgia Perception What a beautiful day, thought Sylvia as she stared blankly out the window into the backyard. Hands plunged wrist deep in soapy dishwater, oblivious to the bit that had splashed up onto her apron, she mindlessly gawked at the bright blue sky and scrubbed away the remnant of her breakfast. The sun outside was bright, the grass on the lawn green as could be, and a gentle breeze could all but be seen as it moved through the trees. Scanning every inch of the yard, Sylvia could not for the life of her imagine why anyone would give up a moment so perfect as this one.
By Bret Carr5 years ago in Futurism
The Replacement
It’s one thing to know you’ll die someday, but another to know the exact date and time that it will happen. It seemed trite though to worry about my fate when so many bodies cluttered the landfills.
By EC Stilson5 years ago in Futurism