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The Druidstone
I close my eyes. Death is like a craving now. An insatiable thirst. I hunger for it. When I look up, the prison guard is standing over my bruised body, his taunts lingering in the thick air of my concrete cell. “You will never beat us Finian, you weak, pathetic man.”.
By Deneil Fernandez5 years ago in Futurism
Lucees Heart-shaped Locket
Lucees Heart-shaped Locket A dystopian short story by Geraldine Wise Pimento Mikes It had been threatening to storm for days. The forecast was something Kennedy never listened to, too many words and maybes. There was lightning in the valley behind her, and the sky was getting darker. As the cool wind began to blow around her tiny cabin, she decided she should go to the grocery store before it got too late.
By geraldine wise5 years ago in Futurism
The Break In
Five hundred years have passed since the Great Tyranny, and fifteen hundred since the pandemic. All country superpowers were weakened enough for The Uprising to succeed. Starting in the Americas, then spreading across the globe. We now have The Tyrants. The new world order council. The Four Section Leaders and the Great Tyrant. Section One, the Americas, Section Two, Africa, Section Three, Asia, and Section Four, Europe.
By Gabrielle S. Awori5 years ago in Futurism
Pinatubo
The planes again. I don’t recognize them by sight, nor by sound, but by smell. That foul odor that smells of jam fished out from a cavity. The effluvium descends from the stratosphere and sneaks in through the gaps between door and frame, through a window I forgot to close, and it saturates the rooms in each house in seconds. On the sidewalk, heads send their glances skyward, several sending spit and curses alongside. They find nothing; the aircrafts have departed long before their cargo touches the ground. After a couple of minutes, when everyone has exhausted their complaints and olfactory fatigue has set in, activity restores on the streets, and people return to their houses or duck into their cars and drive off.
By Alan Bundoc5 years ago in Futurism
The End
I wasn't with the faithful when it began. We had been taken to an empty farm house the otherside of the mountains from town. Shoved into dark rooms and guarded by men with guns. My ex husband had come to claim my daughter. He had never been one of us but they interrogated him anyway. Finally they allowed him to take her. She was crying and clinging to me. I was strangely calm, placating her with soothing and encouraging words, stroking her funny blue hair. I removed my locket and gave it to her. Inside were our pictures, face to face, as if in a kiss. I kissed her hands, her face and her hair. I let her go. As i always knew i would. Her face, her eyes were all i could think about from then on.
By Winona Burgett5 years ago in Futurism
July 6th 2035
July 6th, 2035 by Valera Ainsworth July 6th, 2035 5:31a.m. No sunrise, no surprise. There hasn’t been a sunrise or sunset since the wannabe gods draped blackened snowflakes over the Earth. They theorized it would help with climate change. It helped all right, the Grim Reaper collect more death.
By Valera Ashcraft5 years ago in Futurism
Mementos are truly Powerful
Today was a day that was as any and all days that she had known in the past. Isabella had woken up to the usual dreary bleak day of gray to light black clouds that permeate the skies of her world. The usual noxious odors assaulted her senses as she was always hopeful of seeing if there were any positive changes out there in the world, no matter how small.
By Joseph Pettway5 years ago in Futurism
