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The Silhouette of Freedom
To the person whose window lights up in the night, It’s really quiet now. I think that’s the thing that has stood out to me most these days: the marked sense of stillness. We’ve all been given the space to think and ponder. We can sit outside in the middle of the day and just take it all in. I don’t think we ever understood what that was before. The world was loud, fast-paced, and everyone was stuck inside their own egocentric cyclone, glued to a device or an agenda and never obtaining the capacity to step out of it. We’ve been given the gift of perception in the wake of the end of the world. For that, I am grateful.
By Sophia Cousino5 years ago in Futurism
Kelly's Diary
Prologue Before the apocalypse my mother gave me her heart shaped locket, that had been passed down the generations. I never really understood what was so special about this locket until the post-apocalypse. It happened all at once, the end of the world. It all started with war! War between all the countries there were bombs and nuclear explosions. We were killing each other. So a few select people who were against the wars, were chosen to go to the island and stay there until the war was over. That island would be a safe-haven till the war was over, just over 30 people were sent to the island with pets and animals. But, somehow the location was compromised and people came to the island and killed everyone on it. A few people hid and were able to survive. My mother was killed. I was one of the few people who lived.
By Lori Brandt5 years ago in Futurism
The Two Halves
ABIGAIL DAVIDSON, THIS LETTER IS OFFICIAL DOCUMENTATION NOTIFYING YOU THAT YOU ARE HEREBY LEGALLY DRAFTED INTO THE SERVICES OF THE ARMED FORCES OF THE FREE REPUBLIC. YOU WILL REPORT TO YOUR LOCAL MILITARY REGISTRATION OFFICE WITHIN 24 HOURS. FAILURE TO COMPLY IS A SERIOUS OFFENCE AND WILL INCUR SEVERE PENALTIES.
By Sophie Carter5 years ago in Futurism
2024
She scratched a line on the wooden fence with a sharp piece of quartz. It was the 17th mark she had made since her first day arriving here at the ranch. She traced her fingers over the remaining marks, ticking them off like the days til Christmas only backwards towards the last moment of normalcy. Or at least, her own normalcy, the rest of the world was in chaos with no virtual peace in sight.
By Destiny D Mitchell5 years ago in Futurism
Blossom
It was too hot in the day for Rex to go out. He could only leave at night. It was still stiflingly hot when he climbed the stairs at 2AM that night, the November moon hung despondently in the sky - as if apologetic for illuminating the ruins that Rex inhabited. It was dusty, bleak and all-too-familiar to him, a drudging chore to creep around his silent town night after night.
By Reuben Wood5 years ago in Futurism
Our Rise. Our Fall.
I remember the locket most of all. Heart-shaped. Silver. A bit tarnished, but what wasn’t tarnished at this point? And there was a small scratch on the side where it was once scraped against something. It was a minor imperfection that reminded me that nothing is ever, nothing can ever be, truly perfect. It was a reminder of what we had tried to achieve.
By Scott Kessman5 years ago in Futurism
The Library
She asked for a story again. I don’t dare do it again. The first time I got caught telling her a “story” because I was telling her about Florence Nightingale who started the International Red Cross and became a nurse against the societal norms of the times. My punishment? My daughter was taken from me for 6 months. It was supposed to be longer but the someone on the council went to the judge and warned that without a child libraries were known to falter. So … they took her away from me because I told her a story.
By Melissa Burke5 years ago in Futurism
Origin Story
Lithia leaped from one rock to the other careful not to land on cracks or fall from the more broken pieces. While in a loud sing-song voice, she exclaimed, "step on a crack, break your mother's back." Scanning for treasures as she sprang about. The rocks and rubles had cast long jagged shadows all day as the sun beat down on the scarlet desert. Now shadows from forming overhead clouds began consuming the points into one massive shadow. Lithia sighed in defeat. Dark days weren't good for scavenging; the good stuff like metal was more easily found from distances by the sun's reflection.
By Ashleigh Sexton5 years ago in Futurism
Origin Story
Lithia leaped from one rock to the other careful not to land on cracks or fall from the more broken pieces. While in a loud sing-song voice, she exclaimed, "step on a crack, break your mother's back." Scanning for treasures as she sprang about. The rocks and rubles had cast long jagged shadows all day as the sun beat down on the scarlet desert. Now shadows from forming overhead clouds began consuming the points into one massive shadow. Lithia sighed in defeat. Dark days weren't good for scavenging; the good stuff like metal was more easily found from distances by the sun's reflection.
By Ashleigh Sexton5 years ago in Futurism
The Heart Shaped Locket
The Heart Shaped Locket By Roy Rhoades (A Post-Apocalyptic Dystopian Fictional Story) After years of watching a world come undone, I sat and reflected about the hope of a new world. My desire for reflective time found me sitting on a beach watching a sunset for the first time in years. The waves were coming graciously to the shore, and I was at peace. I took time to reflect upon a whole new world coming back into being. Recreating a world when the previous world was gone can be both threatening and invigorating. In this post-apocalyptic world, I was reflecting on the part that I was playing in this new world. I had been part of recreating something from my past and suddenly I realized that it resonated with all of society. I would discover a simple solution to helping people get back on track in this post dystopian world. My contribution came about because of rediscovering something I previously possessed, that had been lost. I also realized that in the future, governments would eventually get tired of controlling everything. Leaders would return to the idea of being servants rather than power brokers. Hackers stopped hacking. People focused on prevention and cures rather than treating disease for money. Climate change was not the apocalyptic disaster that everyone thought it would be and realized that weather just changes. The media and politicians stopped using climate change and other pandemics to bring about fear. People had spent so much time in lockdown and isolation that they started to think about what was essential in life. The future brought about change.
By Roy Rhoades5 years ago in Futurism
Dreaming Trees
It was five days since she last saw the green rush of trees beyond the highway. Somehow the vision receded every time she sought it. Something to do with the sun’s reflection on rock, maybe. Every bit of green had been sucked into a vast vault of nothingness since the cataclysm, but that cluster of green had been there. It was no fleeting mirage. She’d stared at it for many long minutes and the urge to run toward it had gripped every part of her thin body. But no, too much risk of being seen and robbed of her few precious tools.
By Merrin de Caux5 years ago in Futurism
