fantasy
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What Flickers in the Distance
A dense cloud of gray rose like a phantom as I stood in place and the others took their own leaps of faith out of the van and into uncertainty. We quickly side-stepped each other in our bulky protective gear, forming a uniform line awaiting instructions from the two captains who broke through the veil of dust and appeared before us.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Futurism
The Year We Touched the Stars. AI-Generated.
In 2050, humanity finally found itself at the crossroads of innovation and hope. The world, once fractured by politics, climate change, and distrust, had slowly knitted itself back together through shared dreams of survival and progress. At the heart of this transformation was the Global Initiative for Equitable Futures (GIEF), a coalition of nations, innovators, and everyday people who believed in building a future worth living for.
By Raymond Bentumabout a year ago in Futurism
**Welcome to The 21st Century**
Dear Readers, The 21st century has introduced remarkable technological advancements, reshaped societal norms, and redefined the way we live. However, beneath the surface of these changes lies a deep contradiction one that has altered values, relationships, and perceptions of self-worth in ways that many find troubling.
By Jacob Mascarenhasabout a year ago in Futurism
Red Moon
The wind whips all about my small abode, awakening me with a shaking force borne of nature’s wrath. The brightness of the new day is shielded only by dark curtains hung in my one window. It begins to fill the room as I reluctantly rise from my single bed and quickly smother the bit of glowing warmth remaining in the furnace. I remove my woolen gloves (though I’m not sure what good they serve now with all the well-worn holes) and pick up my journal and pencil to note today’s data. This is the ninety-eighth book I’ve begun, and I wonder if I will still be alive to complete another after the pages of this one are full. It's a new year, a new day. The sun’s persistent brightness is a constant reminder today, January 4, 2050, may be my last. Without a doubt, the days which remain are numbered.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Futurism
Surviving is Overated. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge. Content Warning.
Fiadh remembered what it used to be like. The struggles. The fights to keep above water. Barely surviving each and every day. The government kept making promises, each party saying they would bring lower prices, end inflation, make life enjoyable again.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Futurism
Here There Be Giants
“Control! Control! Come in, Mission Control!” Co-pilot Scott Card was on the bounce, standing beside Comm Officer Starling’s console. He was on the comm instead of her because Starling was leaning over in her chair dead from the last strike the transporter ship had taken. Frantically, the co-pilot kept trying, “Damn it, Control! This is SS4398TC MOYA calling in an SOS!”
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Futurism
The Future
There are two crystal balls. One shows the future if evil defeats good. The other shows the future if good defeats evil. I will tell you what I see in the crystal ball that shows the future in 2050, twenty-five years from today's 2025 - if good defeats evil.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Futurism
