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Cold Comfort
I recoil from the still-too-bright sun filtered through overcast sky as the shades pull open. Though air-conditioned safely inside, I can still feel the sticky warmth of the humid mid-summer pressed up against the window like a sponge threatening to soak me up. Nearly 100 days, or so it seems, have passed since I stepped outside, but today that needs to change; if I miss my appointment with the placement officer again, my application for financial aid will be denied and I can kiss my dreams of being a professional illustrator goodbye.
By Chris Beck5 years ago in Futurism
50 Journal Entries
Entry 46: I went out this morning to look for supplies. They’re getting harder and harder to come by these days. I’ve more or less been living off a concoction of water, vitamins, and canned soup that expired about two years ago. I think al the canned goods expired two years ago. I’m not really sure. All the labels are starting to look the same.
By Kristina Silva5 years ago in Futurism
The After
Fire streaked across an amber sky, like suns or stars or blazing rain as they fell towards the city. The ground trembled and shook and asphalt splintered as the impact resonated. Shrieks and screams, an ungodly chorus, were drowned as explosions burst through the skyline. Glass shattered and buildings wailed; plumes of dust and ash bloomed over the city as they withered beneath the impact. Sharp scents mixed upon the wind, some I didn’t recognize: that of dust and smoke, but, too, the musk of something burning, and a thick metallic scent that drenched everything in a fragrance of destruction.
By R.C. McLeod5 years ago in Futurism
What lies we tell, What truths we find
Well there you have it, the world truly is limited to just us in the USA. Nowhere to go. Well not that those places are not there still, just that we are neither welcome nor allowed. But let me back up for a minute. My name is Jude, I just turned 19. About 17 years ago things started to change, and not for the better it turned out. There used to be people who enforced the laws, I think they were called many names but mainly cops. Well this group had some bad people in it that did some very bad things, so the whole group of them were judged by these few. Of course, people were outraged at what was happening and what those few bad apples had done. People couldn’t see that it was not all or even most of them though and so they slowly made laws that did not allow those charged with upholding the law to do so. Eventually they were phased out. This started the chaos and the beginning of the downfall of the government and country.
By Kelly Waibel5 years ago in Futurism
Run
Shawna woke up to an almost blinding pink light. While her peach cloth blinds did let some light through, she had never seen it so bright. She reached for her phone and turned off the alarm. It can’t be this bright at 5:15 am, can it? She jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed her clothes. She admired her near naked body in the mirror and smiled. “I guess 6:00 am cross country practice isn’t all bad,” she mused, pressing on her rock hard abs. She quickly put on her sports bra and tee and pulled her running shorts over her peach panties. Lacing up her shoes, she rushed out to the kitchen.
By Brian Policano5 years ago in Futurism
The World As We Know It
He was wandering. He could feel it. Felt the motion of his feet, one leg stepping in front of the other. Felt the hard pebbles beneath his feet...or was it hard earth he couldn't tell...saw the glimmer of bright autumn leaves from underneath his eyelids and then in the same instant tasted fresh sea air...What?? He jerked awake but how could that be? Was he not already awake? A strange hum buzzed in his head, he felt dizzy and drowsy. Was he here or there? He crawled to the water's edge, the dark sands spread in waves before him...bent down and drank...the liquid tasted like ash, volcanic ash...but how could that be and how did he know how that tasted?
By Not the real Mother Teresa5 years ago in Futurism
Alice in Sporeland
Alice wore the heart-shaped locket her grandma had given her, on a chain on her wrist. Her grandma said she had intended to leave it for Alice's mother when she died, but grandma had preceded her daughter in death. Now an adult, Alice was without any close family.
By Shannon Stidman5 years ago in Futurism
The Heartbroken Locket
Major Humberto Gilead sighs as the courier bag is dropped on his desk. Normally he enjoys his work; that’s why he insists on doing this himself, instead of delegating it to one of his many underlings. He has a talent for this kind of thing; putting together pieces of a puzzle to develop a bigger picture, including all the undisclosed peripheral pieces. He was able to put aside the sad human aspects of the job; this evidence was generally collected from the bodies of dead resistance fighters, or from those unfortunate enough to have been captured alive. After all, his work was important: By identifying the rebels, he could piece together their families, and that often led to capturing rebels before they even got a chance to do any harm.
By John Garrod5 years ago in Futurism
The Soldier's Locket
The Soldier reached his right hand into his pocket and gave the locket a quick rub, just to make sure it was still there. It wasn’t unusual for a soldier to carry around a trinket or charm for good luck. If anyone else saw it, they’d assume it was just another heart-shaped locket, probably with a picture of a lover or mother on the inside. Even if they held it for a second, they wouldn’t notice anything strange about it. You’d have to really examine the locket to realize it wasn’t actually made of gold.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Futurism
That’s Karma
Celecia had been waiting for this day for about two years now. She was damn near shivering from this sick feeling creeping up in the pit of her stomach. Her anxiety was acting up again. She breathed in and out in a labored sequence. She took in her surroundings carefully. She stood in front of a bold palace-like building that was nothing like she had ever seen before. Such a contrast to the crying parents who lay littered on the streets begging for their children back. That's why Celecia was here today. Her daughter was such a beautiful child so full of life until karma happened. The Karmic Society was an all knowing force that recorded everything it’s citizens did in an unbiased manner. Or at least that’s what the brochure she was handed said. Long passed were government organizations. They controlled everything. If you cut someone off in traffic that was tallied up against you. They said this was just and that the scale never made mistakes but that just wasn't true. And she was going to be the one to prove it. They made a mistake and it started twenty-three years ago when she was separated from her birth mother, Evenira, a Karmic Member herself.
By Hope Chadwick5 years ago in Futurism
