humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
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
Just One Name
“Just give us a name.” “We only need one name.” Melissa sat at the kitchen table with her husband Clark. Two members of the Watchful Police sat across from them and watched her with hard eyes as she brushed a strand of chestnut hair from her face. She shot a quick look to Clark. He shot her the same look in return.
By Meche Ayala5 years ago in Futurism
You Bring Light In
Nothing brings as much pleasure as the thought of becoming one with the ocean. To have coral grow from the rot that was once your chest and to be a life source for the life around it such as the fish and underwater plant life. I don't know how exactly, but I'm still alive. My body has decayed and become a home to fish such as the bloodfin tetra and the guppies that eat the remains of my lungs.
By Jennifer G5 years ago in Futurism
