humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Plantopia
Lush, bright, light and dark greens fill my retinas as I scan over the area before me, the place once known as the Sahara Desert. What was once sand, now an endless field of green consumed by millions of cacti bar one small section in the centre. Twenty square miles of unchanged desert. The only area on earth where humans still thrive.
By Kelly Butcher5 years ago in Futurism
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
