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Her soul left her body, fingertips frozen as the joints in her hands became stiff. She could feel the strain in her curved spine and the colour rushing from her face. The salty copper taste of blood pooled at the tip of her dry tongue. She licked at the torn bit of fleshy tissue hanging on the inside of her mouth. In moments of vigorous concentration, she always fell prey to the habit of chewing the insides of her cheeks.
By Halimat Salami5 years ago in Futurism
Tales of Elandria
Prologue In this life, we are faced with a number of challenges. We, as humans, are often thrown into situations well outside of our control; and it is our reactions to these circumstances that are the truest reflection of our character. There are many who allow the pain and devastation that befalls them to define the limits of their potential-- but when tragedy is met with grace and acceptance the soul within grows a little wiser, a little more resilient.
By LeRissa Crider5 years ago in Futurism
Rhymes with Orange
Myrtle Green was scavenging on the beach when she saw the bones. The biggest bone was the tail: easily twice the length of Myrtle. The creature’s spinal column was stretched out crookedly along the sand and its jaws gaped open. Myrtle had heard of whales, but she had never seen one before. Nobody in her settlement had, not since the End Days, when the last of the whales were hauled in, their blubber used to light their lamps, their meat to stave off hunger until the crops could be resown. She ran her hand along the vertebrae and tried to imagine how such a large animal ever managed to float.
By Stacey Malacari5 years ago in Futurism
No Place Like Home
No Place Like Home [Chapter 1] by Rob Nelson Nurse Jean walked with confidence and poise, the soles of her shoes quietly touching the surface of the floor. Her duties are virtually stress-free due to the latest technology available to modern science.
By Rob Nelson5 years ago in Futurism
Focused Crazy
What’s he even doing? Bettie Jo sneered inwardly. She stared over at the boy kicking his feet against the traffic barrier in a slow rhythm. Then he’d stop suddenly and look up, kick a little faster picking up the tempo while waving his arms. Catching bugs in the air. Bugs only he could see Bettie Jo thought.
By Scott Smith5 years ago in Futurism
The Man Who Dreamt of Abundance
"Charles . . ." An unknown voice whispers to him as the darkness of closed eyes gives way to openness and light. 'What is that voice,' he thought, 'I've never heard anything like that.' The tone was smooth, low, compassionate, wise, and unavoidably irresistible to heed. "Hello?" uttered Charles. "Who are you? What is this place?"
By Luke Crawley5 years ago in Futurism
