humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
The Creature
Laws, rules, commands, mandates, measures, regulations… Engraved on myself like the loving kiss of a mother, like the warmth of her lips, like comforting memories of a childhood that I skipped. I must obey. My existence is as futile as trying to find an explanation for it.
By Jose Molina5 years ago in Futurism
Era of Pink Skies
The era of pink skies determines an idea of waking up our “sleepy-sad-stupid people” by blasting the truths of the world through the microphones of the clouds. One where we may all hear it. At the same time and hear the correction of what needs to be said. This will be where we all hear the crucial clues. Without suggestions of the mess we purposely continued to live in. We will entwine greater satisfaction to merely everybody that deserves it but also to those who want it to escalate in ways so proper it would correct the issues pressuring the world to collapse. With the weights of despairs, sorrows, imprecision, and cluelessness we have borrowed an idea to set action of allowing our rotations to be set forth without actually purposefully doing any of that. It exclaims truancy from the most powerful of people but the sirens blaring from the powerless are now beginning a pause that won’t reciprocate until the fight is over. This fight figures a lapse of countless attempts of trying to make the world a better place.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Futurism
Post-Pan Locket
It was that locket, that goddamn heart-shaped locket that caused this. We were safe, well, as safe as you can be in this hellish wasteland. We survived the pandemic where millions did not. We survived the post-pan wars that happened, the Chinese invasion, the nuclear disasters, the desert marauders.
By Adam Hoffman5 years ago in Futurism
COLOURBLIND
Broken by time, Illen took off his gloves. There was no going back now. If they could go back, it would take lifetimes. Too many lifetimes to even consider. There was a chance once, but they had ignored it. Illen had tried, or at least he had convinced himself he tried. Attempts to steer materialistic conversations about watches, rock bands and motorbikes in the direction of political infringements on privacy had all but failed.
By Titus Maclaren5 years ago in Futurism
When Ravens Eat Men
Her Grandmother had always known. How had it taken her this long to put it all together? It had been years since she dared open the locket, so afraid its weathered clasp would never close again. Afraid she would lose what was inside of it, along with all else she had lost. Her hands fumbled one too many times over the tarnished, golden heart and lost the will of the moment.
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Futurism
Players
The skin still dipped. An indent quickly fading. Or was it just a memory of a once permanent fixture upon her neck? What use was sentiment? She was quickly realising that emotion and attachments were tethers to a past she needed to forget. With that locket, so too did her heart disappear. She looked only forward - to survival. And to survive was to keep moving, changing, adapting. Forgetting the mistakes of the past.
By Stephanie Ryde5 years ago in Futurism
Universe of Love
The universe of love will be our next home. This new place will correct the issues of the “completely corrupt place” past life that led to the destruction of humanity. In this new life nobody will have the choice or opportunity to be made with wicked characteristics. It just won’t happen. Nobody will live with hate in their precious hearts. Nobody will use their free-will for selfish purposes or for any kind of harmful meaning. Nobody will go hungry or thirsty because we’ve arrived an idea that basic needs shall never be at a cost or at an expense when we create this new loving place. One that is sweeter and one that is full of joy, laughter, peace, love, and fun times that are ready to be enjoyed. This one is where all the people may live at ease and have no worries, no inner issues of ones self, or any insecurities because in this brand new world our peoples know better than to insult someone else. The world as we knew it had to come to an end. Think about it like this… the act of robotic living and the ritual of robotic thinking clashed with the manor of doing things out of pure love and for doing hard work to ensure the future of these suffering lives may be way better.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Futurism
One Less Heart
The neon lights spilled over the dance floor and my mini dress as I revolved around the city’s prominent night spot. I was one of many soaking in its volatility and entertaining as I observed the heartless wonders who deemed themselves God’s last purpose. The people that monopolized this club all had at least one thing in common; they all knew when they would die. If things were different maybe the decision to build this city and imprison its people would not have been contrived.
By Krys Woody5 years ago in Futurism
Dystopia
Walking into a settlement is easier when the remnants of forgotten civilizations are not present. The towering structures, imposing on the horizon, stand as sentinels blocking out the sky. With a view for many miles they make great early warning stations for anyone looking to defend against intrusion or to ambush unsuspecting travelers. Holes in which to enter through are everywhere, but in the late day seeing what’s inside is impossible. This is hard work and he knows this could be the end if he does not take every precaution. As he walks up the stairs, he is sure to make as little noise as possible, staying against the inner wall to allow himself space to fight off attack if something comes from one of the darkened floors, and to hear if something is coming. He has been climbing up for a long time now, he judges by the sweat that’s dripping down his face, when he sees a rock. It is out of place here; this is something found outside, and he knows it does not belong. He moves on and does not disturb it, as it may be there for a reason. He continues up.
By A Rodriguez5 years ago in Futurism
