humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
the kate project
Sarah hated getting lost in her own damn house. It had only been her house for three days, but she felt the walls moving and the doorways shifting, the contents of rooms rearranging in the dead of night. On day one, she’d stuck her head in the hall closet to put away an armful of hangered coats, only to turn around to find herself in the soon-to-be nursery. A second later, the doorbell had rung, pulling her happily away from her worrying thoughts. On day two, she’d stood up from putting a frozen pizza in the oven and found herself on the front porch, staring at the labyrinthine stained glass in the rose window above the door.
By mave jensen5 years ago in Futurism
Luna and the Velvet Queen
From a small town in the deep south lived a young girl named Luna. Many people from the town had different names for the girl, witch, sorcerer, physic among other hateful names they could come up with and snickered under their breathes as she walked past. But really, she was just a girl who dreamt things. She went to school, did activities, had friends the only thing that was different from those of the small towns people is that she had dreams of things to come. At first, she thought it was just a sense of déjà vu soon she realized things were happening exactly the way she saw in her sleep. The first time it happened Luna was 9 years old she had a dream of her father eating dinner with another family, there were kids and another woman even a dog. Luna was only 9 so like any other child would do she woke up and told her mother of her dream she had dreamt the night before. At first hearing the story her mother said, “Oh sweetie it is just a dream”. Luna’s father was a traveling salesman, so he was on the road a lot but always was sure to call and send gifts and souvenirs from all the places he traveled. He was not home much but still her mother insisted it was just a dream. That day Luna came home from school and her mother asked her to sit down and describe what this woman looked like, so she did from her hair to her facial features. Her mom froze in disbelief of what she heard. Next thing Luna knew she was giving her mom all the details of the dream for her mother to write down and look over. She was just a little girl who had a dream, next thing she knew everything was changing her mother and father got divorced, her father confessed to having another family after Luna’s mother found multiple pictures of another woman, a house and a puppy (exactly the same breed Luna had mentioned before) hidden in her father’s files labeled “Tax Stuff”. The people of the town started to talk the word around town was that “the little girl had a vision and knew what was going on”. From that point on Luna did not speak much about her dreams she did not want anything like that to happen again all she knew was she was the weird girl who broke up her family because of something she saw in her sleep.
By Dasja Irwin5 years ago in Futurism
Sublimated
Anyone else would rejoice this morning. Waking up to the notification that $20,000 has been deposited into your record by the Federation means more than the money itself - it means influence, fame, and the coming of more luxury and high technology than you could ever dream. It means you have been Chosen.
By Samantha Hearn5 years ago in Futurism
The Magic Formula
This starts and ends with a little black book, this is a love letter to everyone I’ve ever loved, to everyone I’ve encountered, my long lost relatives and ancestors, every human being who ever was, who is. The ideologies and values that were instilled, creating pain and suffering. The experiences that lead me to the path I walk today. To every witch and healer, the believers and dreamers, the movers, makers, and worldly shakers. To the heroes on the front line, the children creating their future, and to the all the parents doing their best. To the history of our species who lived, loved and evolved, creating the foundation of our everlasting light.
By Chelsey O L. Delhees5 years ago in Futurism
A Short Story at the End of the World
People around us are coughing up blood. They inhaled too much ash, flecks of rock and glass that coat your lungs and suffocate you from the inside out. Our parents are already gone. They were lost with thousands of others in the first fiery wave of death, and now it was just me and Thomas crowded into a shelter with dozens of other refugees who probably wouldn’t make it either. Are Thomas and I next?
By Casey Kowalewsky 5 years ago in Futurism
The Traveling Farmer
It was another Monday. I had woken up in a foul mood and my shoulder hurt something fierce after sleeping on it wrong. Most days it’s hard to face the morning since Abby died. She was the only thing that made me happy in this world full of rot and decay. Everything dies I thought quietly to myself. Yeah everything you’ll ever love dies or leaves you.
By Dylan Smucker 5 years ago in Futurism
Out The Mine
OUT THE MINE A story of triumph over adversity By Angie ASMR “When I wake up every morning, I feel terrible knowing I have to come back here again”, says Nzilo as he speaks to Mado, one of the overseers in the cobalt mine of Kolwezi. Nzilo is only 13 and he works everyday along with many other children on the mine in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Mado is a younger overseer and has been growing in disagreement with the conditions of the mine and the forced labor put upon his people. “Do not worry young one”, Mado reassures Nzilo, “one day this will all be over and you will live free, I promise.” Mado has been taking notes in a small black journal he hides in the pocket of his pants of the daily events, the most important people controlling the mine labor and plans to take the information to the United Nations for help. Meanwhile he acts almost as a brother to Nzilo giving him extra food to take home to his family as well as words of hope.
By Angie ASMR5 years ago in Futurism
Twenty-One Reruns
You will decide to knock on her door the day you turn twenty-one. It will be late at night, or early morning, and you will knock three times. See the door move open along its orbit, just enough to see a black parting. Finger, finger, then a third, poked through the gap, wrapped around the edge of the door. Liftliftlift, then taptaptap, the fingers will dance and you will know the beat and your own fingers will patter against the side of your thighs along to it.
By Francesca Alster5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Possibility
There was once a man who journeyed throughout the world in search of a little black notebook. It was said to contain wisdom beyond man’s wildest dreams. This man’s name was Neon. He was a physicist who spent most of his days in a laboratory or out in nature, trying to figure out the secrets of the universe. As he was growing up, he had heard stories of a mysterious little notebook. The tales he had heard said that this notebook had no author. No one knew the true origins of the book. Some speculated that it may have entered into our dimension through a stargate.
By Tjader Carter5 years ago in Futurism
