humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
The Girl that Stole the Stars
I am known as the girl who stole the stars and saved the slums, a hero if you would. But how could I be a hero if I couldn't even save the last thing I have of my best friend Cayden? Hi my name is Marcella Lace and to the slums im a hero. In captivity however?I'm just a useless kid with dreams too big for most to even fathom, and very sticky fingers. You see, in time the world has gone to shit. Let's be honest, the world has been divided by class, power plants have overloaded and shut down and the world is in chaos. The government took those in power and with wealth and built them a nice wall away from the rest of us. Soon they took the middle class to build them a wall, though not as nice. But us lower classmen? We were left to make our own society and it's honestly not so bad.
By Destinee C Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Two Hidden Truths
There are two hidden, yet self-evident, truths that underlie all I try to accomplish as a storyteller, playwright, and social activist. These two simple realities, once understood, transform your attitudes toward the prevention of crime and toward democratic government in general.
By Robert Gulack5 years ago in Futurism
Bus 713
I awoke on a bus. My head pounded and felt like a well used snare drum. Where am I? I remembered nothing. I had a tattoo on my wrist, 713. It was dark and the air was acrid, full of sulfur and ash. It smelled of death. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. I was not alone. There were perhaps ten or fifteen others on the bus. Most were middle aged men like myself, but there were a few women and one child. Some of them were blindfolded. Others were secured to their seats with handcuffs. No one was talking. It was silent. Our lullaby was the hum of the engine.
By Sean Rohrer5 years ago in Futurism
Not just a bad dream
The sterile room around Anna was silent and tranquil, what she imagined waking from a dream would be like, except this was no dream, Anna was strapped to a vertical table looking into the eyes of the only four people in the world she trusted. Anna’s nightmares were always lucid, inescapable and always the same, as if her friends were reaching beyond the grave reminding her of the past they shared. The screams echoing around the room penetrated Anna’s soul, as if the look in her friend’s eyes wasn’t torture enough. She tried reaching out to them, to comfort them, any way she could, a smile, a look, anything, but this nightmare wouldn’t let her because it was more than just a dream, it was real. Anna and her friends were positioned in a circle facing each other, David was to Anna’s immediate left, Phebe to his left, Asheek next to her, and finally Gannet on Anna’s right. One Doctor and their Assistant tended each of them, standing at their sides, administering and observing their wicked and painful tests. Screams pierced the air, Anna’s jaw clenched reactively to the sound, her teeth grinding against each other, as if the sounds themselves could hurt her, but in reality it was the images of her friends being hurt that felt like knives in her heart. The Doctors had just injected another new serum into the I.V.’s and already it was taking hold of each of their bodies and minds, forcing them to morph, forcing them to change. To Anna’s left David’s body started to turn to metal, creeping from the chest outwards, fusing with the table itself until there was nothing but a mass of chrome in the shape of a human.
By Tom Mcmulkin5 years ago in Futurism
I'll Hold it in my Heart
The sun began to dip down low beneath the hills, bathing the land in rich pinks and oranges. Stars began to twinkle, bidding each other goodnight in a way that meant good morning. Anaya Andilet made her way down her street, reveling in the glorious feeling of the warm dusk. The houses on her lane all looked the same, short, squat and calmingly blue. The only difference was the type of flowers planted in boxes by the steps. Her’s were gardenias, the white blossoms drinking in the last few moments of sunlight. A little ways down, at the first house on the left, the patrollers were beginning to inspect the houses for the last time that day. Inspections were to ensure every family was following their schedule, and keeping up on their responsibilities. Seven a.m to make sure all were risen; noon to assure the house was clean and orderly; and seven p.m to be sure each member of the household was back in time for curfew. Anaya had been late once, it had ended in a cut in her breakfast rations.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Futurism
The Cure
“She’s dead.” My heart stopped beating as a tear burned a trail down my cheek. I clasped her hand and stroked the slowly cooling face. “No, that was too fast. She should have had another week…please!” Dropping to my knees I begged the medic. “Please.”
By Huckleberry Rahr5 years ago in Futurism
