humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
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
Fight or Flight or Freeze
The rations line was started to get restless. People had been lined up for hours waiting for their daily allotment of bread and cheese. Maggie looked across to the well. Drawn haggard faces looked back at her. Cheek and rib bones visible on the barely clothed children. Emaciated adults swaying in place, the dehydration and desperation their last tethers to the earth.
By Laura Buonpastore5 years ago in Futurism
Strands of Time
Warm rain. A perpetual, light shower falling across the gormless landscape, on a day like any other. She had lost track of which it was. Her memory had been affected by malnourishment. It all merged into one like the colours smudged upon an artist’s palette.
By A.R. Lerwill5 years ago in Futurism
Doomsday
It’s been ten years since the pandemic broke out. The government thought they could cure everyone by putting a vaccine in the water supply, but it only made matters worse. It all started when big corporations like Wal-Mart started shutting down, followed by the oil companies, and we slowly started getting fewer and fewer shipments with supplies. Everyone started panicking trying to get food and water but they had no such luck, riots started breaking out all over the place with people fighting to survive. Many decided to stay and struggle make-do with the limited supplies that were left while the others chose to break free from society and go off on their own to survive off the lands. Few who saw this coming had prepared, they had seeds for farming and basic knowledge of how to make necessities. A few were a little over-prepared, they had their bunkers stocked so full of supplies they could barely move. A group of friends started a small Utopia for whatever survivors were left. Arron, who was the leader of the group; was around 5’4” with short brown hair with shaved sides, mellow hazel eyes, and a fit body with an eight-pack. David, he was the commander for the peace-keepers, he was tall around 6’4” and slimly buff with jet black messy layered hair with long bangs swept to one side, black-rimmed glasses, tattooed sleeves up and down his arms, one arm was themed with the Native American spirit animals and the other had a more nautical theme with a helm wheel in the middle of his forearm, and piercing blue eyes, the kind of blue that makes you think of the morning sky or the oceans in Cancun. And lastly, Milo was a search and rescue expert, the shortest of the bunch standing at 5’0” with round-rimmed glasses, dark brown hair the same style as David’s, and tattoos covering up a good amount of his body. David, Arron, and Milo were in a polyamorous relationship, and for their anniversary David and Milo pooled their money together and bought Arron a locket. The locket was 24k gold and shaped like a small heart with David and Milo’s pictures in it. That was all David had found one morning after she disappeared. “Milo!” He had run into Milo’s room after the discovery and shook him awake.
By David Skylark Magill5 years ago in Futurism
Cancel Culture
Section 1 - The Post Apocalyptic Dystopia The sun rises slowly, again. The only time I have to myself. I spend it thinking thoughts of my own... thoughts punishable by death should they reveal themselves outside of my skull. Opinions of the human nature do not matter in society. Society is unified, I remind myself of this as I begin to smell the first drips of coffee brewing. 6:45 a.m. on the dot. Consistency makes for longevity.
By Patience Elizabeth Sterling5 years ago in Futurism
Dystopian
Dystopian by: Stephen Koons There is a woman breathing heavily, leaning over a garish red heart shaped locket. The time and place, Philadelphia in a harsh future, 2451. Her heart is beating quickly. There is little time to think about stress. Instead of whining and cursing her fortune there would be bullets to dodge and a man to find, one with a suitcase full of cash, and the only safe haven, a well funded night club run by Token Ellish.
By Stephen K Koons5 years ago in Futurism
The Bough that Breaks
The window was open just slightly enough to allow a faint breeze to flutter through Sam’s sheer taupe curtains. Her neighbor’s daphne odora shrubs seemed to great her with their sweet, inviting fragrance and for a second, with eyes closed, it felt like how things once were. How free and easy existing used to be.
By Kimberly J McGill5 years ago in Futurism
