humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Activating the Omega Channel
It was like any other day on a farm in a farming community. A new day is dawning people are beginning to stir, lights are beginning to pop on and dot the skyline and little by little the silent moment I had captured was fading away with chitter chatter and critters. On that day for some reason I was having trouble sleeping so I got up and started my day with coffee. I was looking over the horizon waiting for the sun to peak highlighting the darkness… it is always so beautiful. I took a deep breath as the first glimmer of radiant rays begins to usher in the light. As I was watching the sun come up and bloom like a sunflower all of a sudden the sun started to turn dark with only a ring around it but the shape in the middle was like a heart with a Key hole to pass through. Reminded me of a heart shape locket and their meaning. I held the sight of the locket in my mind every day. My life was forever changed I just didn’t know it…
By Karen Mayfield5 years ago in Futurism
Innocent Ice
I’m Arianna Fleming and I live in Colony 452 somewhere around where Texas was before the nuclear war. They make us wear white, something to do with nuclear white flashes. Out of all the colors white... Really? Other women say it helps with keeping an eye on our figure, well I lost that about 10 years ago when my body parts started refusing to stay where they were told. This damn jacket always getting stuck; it’s going to save your life out there they say. That’s the truth, random ice storms that appear out of nowhere. The worst thing is the ice surges, one minute you’re walking through flat ground, the next you are ankle deep in bone freezing ice and snow, like a cartoon artist drew it on you. You have about 2 minutes to get into a house before you are a popsicle, yea the jacket helps. No one is sure why this happens, it’s just the way it is in our colony, we don’t have the smartest people here. At this point who cares, we are back in the cave man days trying to survive. I heard there used to be technology and the ability to watch something called a TV where people were entertaining you on a screen for hours at a time. There is none of that anymore. There is nothing anymore, just living, just surviving and helping with the colony.
By Ariel Drewery5 years ago in Futurism
Sole Survivor
*To listen and read along, play the narration video* The foul stench of death and destruction suffocated the atmosphere as radiation from nuclear war clenched what remained in a mutated state. The hatred that spread between humans swiftly destroyed them as they raged sheer malice on one another. Out of fear of different ideologies, skin colors, cultures, and more, the weak-minded unleashed an evil that hadn't been seen in generations.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Futurism
Keala'ola
Keala’ola: The Path Through Hell for Healing By Demetra Adams-Kane “Number 443729. It’s time. Get up.” The one called 443729 opened her eyes to a dark cell. The guard casting a silhouette in its doorway was the only form she could discern around her. Forgotten upon waking, her dreams abandoned her to a starkness that could only contrast with the soft remnant of feeling left clinging to her eyelashes, a vague nostalgia. Hope seemed to fall from her clothes like dust as she staggered toward the cell door. The only solace that still clung to her as she emerged into the harsh lights of the prison corridor, now remembering herself, was the heart-shaped locket strewn around her sore neck. It was her last possession, and her last grip on her sense of self. She would need that for the task ahead.
By Demetra Adams-Kane5 years ago in Futurism
Left Behind
I feel myself begin to wake. I claw out of the abyss that is my subconscious and am greeted once again by darkness. How long has it been? I am wasting away, slowly sinking into the dust and dirt that relentlessly gathers around me. I would give anything to move, but the bindings grow tighter and tighter with each passing moment. I fade and they flourish.
By David Charles5 years ago in Futurism
After The Lights Went Out
After the Lights Went Out Frost nipped at the heels of our group as we wondered through the dead grass. It was thawing slowly at the bases of the pyres. A haunting scent of burnt hair filled area. People were beginning to slow again. Night would set in in a few hours. We wouldn’t eat tonight, we hadn’t reached the checkpoint.
By Michelle Prenzler5 years ago in Futurism
Curiosity Killed the Cat
The first thing that hit her was the air. Hot and sticky, she drank it down, like warm honey filling her screaming lungs. Her mother’s laughter wrapped around her like a blanket, and she let her mask fall to the ground unceremoniously. It was a rare sound to hear, and she welcomed it as a promise that she was safe, it was safe to breathe.
By Yolanda Moore5 years ago in Futurism
A Dangerous Crossing
Adelaide unzips her windbreaker a little so she can feel the fresh air on her skin. She is already exhausted, and the most perilous part of the journey is about to begin. The border crossing from Belarus to Ukraine is three kilometres. Not far at all, even in this oppressive heat. Back at home in Sydney, whenever a virus flare-up or a heatwave shuts-down the public transport, she has to walk seven kilometres to work in the morning, and seven back. But at home she isn’t carrying a 30kg backpack, and she isn’t running on no sleep.
By Genevieve Gannon5 years ago in Futurism
To Feel
The noise of desperate shuffling filled the dusty, old chamber before being replaced by the unforgiving sound of flesh smacking flesh: a hard slap to the face. Wet grunts and groans were forced from behind the clenched teeth of two men locked in combat. The battle had shifted to the ground, one man’s hands wrapped decisively around the throat of the other. Bald, and colorless, he cringed as he watched his victim’s face turn red, his eyes bulging in fear. Sweat and spit dripped on the dusty concrete floor, the combatants locked in place, the loser flailing his arms and legs as death approached him.
By Braiden Burton5 years ago in Futurism
