humanity

The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.

JUNK BOX PLS
I have to leave the windows open. All of them. There are no curtains, the feathered palms gave sufficient privacy. There is little breeze so they don’t move, the wide open windows. Before, doing this would let the noise in, now there is barely any. I don’t know where the crows have gone, but I can hear the smaller birds that were once muffled by the sound of aggressive traffic and city. Today looking out all I see are more palms and plants I don’t know the name of.
By Merlin M5 years ago in Futurism
The Humming Trees
Everywhere, feet were scurrying across the forest floor. Whispers perked ears from short distances. "Hurry!" Carried one person's voice,"hide!". People where moving as quietly and quickly as possible. Alexandra and Garth, made it to their tree, and got inside and closed the door. Suddenly there was only silence. Alexandra twisted a piece of her hair in the dark and tried to control her breathing. Garth stuffed his ears with cotton to the best of his ability. They put tape across their mouths to prevent any sudden noises they might make out of fear. All they could do now was wait. The silence transformed into a thundering rumble. Growling and sniffing sounded close enough to be inside the tree with them. It was tough for both of them not to panic, but their lives depended on there absolute silence and stealth. The beasts outside where bred to have an impeccable since of hearing and smell, and their teeth went through flesh, like a hot knife through butter. "Aargh!" A man's scream pierced through the other noises. Shortly after that, the beasts howled in unison. Everyone hiding, plugged their ears with their fingers. The howling could reach a frequency that scrambled human brain waves permanently. The things that controlled the beasts weren't quite human either. The howling had no effect on them. They moved in silence as if they floated from place to place.
By Jessica Talley 5 years ago in Futurism
The burning lake in the sky
The burning lake in the sky At the end of a sagging dock the sun’s fading embers tinted the sky red, red so bright it was hard for Janet to look straight at it. So she didn’t. Her eyes avoided the crimson expanse, seeking shelter in the ocean’s stunningly clear waters. There were hardly any waves, and there was hardly anything left inside her. She was wrung out like a rag.
By Sophie Smith5 years ago in Futurism
The Blackout Wars
Zee sat alone in the pitch-black room where she found refuge. A light flickered through the boarded-up windows and Zee immediately flashed back to the beginning of it all.
By Avonlea DeVincentis5 years ago in Futurism
Kingdom of Vermin
June 25th, 2067 Don’t know why I'm writing this. Now of all times. Seems pointless. No one is going to read it. No one is going to find me. It’s not like they leave anything behind. Not like us. I suppose it’s as good a way as any to spend your final moments. There's fuck all else to do in here. To think, a food court freezer in some corporate fast-food joint is to be my final resting place! Sounds like a bad joke really. Oh well, hope’s free and I've always been an optimist! Should you happen to find this diary, know that here lies the final resting place of Scott Redding from Block 6CCC, Salvage Quarters, DD extraordinaire. That's Dumpster Diver by the way, case you’re not down with the lingo. We unfortunate few who have the enviable task of digging our way through the grime-caked remains of Earth, the Old World. You know, the one we ruined. We took and took, polluted the oceans, choked the atmosphere, stacked our trash into towering monoliths till the only thing that could thrive, were the roaches, the fleas....the rats.
By Sam McGrath5 years ago in Futurism
The NEXUS
I come out here every night to watch the sunset. Well, it’s night here at least. It could be anything you want really. Day, night, late afternoon.. Hell you could even make it Christmas day. Snow and everything. Only issue is that it’s not exactly real. Not real in the formal sense of the word. But then again how do you define what’s real? Perception is reality, afterall. Although the perceived reality rarely is based in truth, but instead due to our weak human brains attempting to explain the world and the people around us with judgements. It’s easier to fool the weak minded by allowing them to perceive what you want them to perceive. Show a man you’re an asshole; they will perceive you to be an asshole. That is the reality you both share through his perception. The only challenge to this reality occurs when the perceiver questions this reality and attempts reason. Unfortunately this is a lost trait with the aforementioned weak minded. A weak person does not question their reality. They accept it and move on. The Shadow realized this.
By Jaime5 years ago in Futurism
Dystopia Fallen
Fresh morning dew laced the blades of ever green grass as rivulets glistened from love kissed rays breaking through the coming dawn. The air was thick with pungent aroma from the lilacs dancing in the distance. Meandering through the field of purple, orange, and canary yellows, Fard eyed something that he had never seen on his morning strolls of centering his being. Strange how something as beautiful and vibrant as this mystery treasure was, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd never seen it. Out of an earth covered mound he plucked a heart shaped locket made of what he could only presume to be an amethyst stone from the deep pigments of eggplant and onyx twinkling as he turned over the gem in his hands. He opened it to find something else his eyes were perplexed to be fixed upon. They were people, a tiny image of a smiling couple. A man with his arms wrapped around a woman in an affectionate embrace. Fastening the locket back, Fard placed it in his linen trousers deciding to make his way back to the Palace where he would find his father to inquire of the enigmatic image he couldn’t quite understand.
By Maryam Alima Warith5 years ago in Futurism
Jack of Hearts
Many generations after the Great Sky Burn, the remnants of humanity split into factions warring over resources and the sacred relics of Jack. The nation of Jacobus was said to be the ancestral home of Jack, and his patinaed likeness, the holiest of the relics, stood tall and proud holding its heart sceptre aloft in victory in the centre of the capital. At the base of the statue, was an inscription. Most of the text had worn away, but one phrase remained: ‘TOGETHER IN ONE HEART’.
By J. R. Eldridge5 years ago in Futurism
Activating the Omega Channel
It was like any other day on a farm in a farming community. A new day is dawning people are beginning to stir, lights are beginning to pop on and dot the skyline and little by little the silent moment I had captured was fading away with chitter chatter and critters. On that day for some reason I was having trouble sleeping so I got up and started my day with coffee. I was looking over the horizon waiting for the sun to peak highlighting the darkness… it is always so beautiful. I took a deep breath as the first glimmer of radiant rays begins to usher in the light. As I was watching the sun come up and bloom like a sunflower all of a sudden the sun started to turn dark with only a ring around it but the shape in the middle was like a heart with a Key hole to pass through. Reminded me of a heart shape locket and their meaning. I held the sight of the locket in my mind every day. My life was forever changed I just didn’t know it…
By Karen Mayfield5 years ago in Futurism
lost and found
Harper scrunched herself down into the corner of the abandoned house and tried to make herself as small as possible. Her hair had come loose and she pulled it back into a rough ponytail, scraping her dark hair back to be out of her eyes, wincing as she pulled it tight. She looked around her, her breath making small clouds in the still air. Surveying her hideout for the evening.
By Irene5 years ago in Futurism
Innocent Ice
I’m Arianna Fleming and I live in Colony 452 somewhere around where Texas was before the nuclear war. They make us wear white, something to do with nuclear white flashes. Out of all the colors white... Really? Other women say it helps with keeping an eye on our figure, well I lost that about 10 years ago when my body parts started refusing to stay where they were told. This damn jacket always getting stuck; it’s going to save your life out there they say. That’s the truth, random ice storms that appear out of nowhere. The worst thing is the ice surges, one minute you’re walking through flat ground, the next you are ankle deep in bone freezing ice and snow, like a cartoon artist drew it on you. You have about 2 minutes to get into a house before you are a popsicle, yea the jacket helps. No one is sure why this happens, it’s just the way it is in our colony, we don’t have the smartest people here. At this point who cares, we are back in the cave man days trying to survive. I heard there used to be technology and the ability to watch something called a TV where people were entertaining you on a screen for hours at a time. There is none of that anymore. There is nothing anymore, just living, just surviving and helping with the colony.
By Ariel Drewery5 years ago in Futurism
Sole Survivor
*To listen and read along, play the narration video* The foul stench of death and destruction suffocated the atmosphere as radiation from nuclear war clenched what remained in a mutated state. The hatred that spread between humans swiftly destroyed them as they raged sheer malice on one another. Out of fear of different ideologies, skin colors, cultures, and more, the weak-minded unleashed an evil that hadn't been seen in generations.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Futurism