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Humanified
Once upon a time there lived a whole universe full of zombies and humans. They weren’t your typical zombies though who ate every human being they could get their rotten undead hands on. These zombies didn’t like to eat human flesh. Instead they ate animals like cows, fish, etc. Like humans do. On February 13, 2015, there was a 16 year old girl named Teresa who was walking home from school when this zombie just kept following her. Teresa at first, wasn’t worried because she knew zombies didn’t hurt humans as long as humans didn’t hurt them. But, after a while Teresa looked back and the zombie was still following her. Teresa started to walk a little bit faster. But, then the zombie started walking faster too! He walked pretty fast for a dead person if I might add. She looked back one last time at the zombie before running but when she looked back she noticed that the zombie was trying to say something to her. So, she stopped and turned around and started walking toward the zombie. Then, the zombie stopped and started to speak. He said in a mumble “My name Carter.” “Me you be friends?” Teresa wasn’t sure what to say. She just kind of stood there just staring at his emotionless face for the longest time before asking “What did you say?” Carter said “Me you be friends?” Teresa looked at her phone and said “Well, I better be getting home or my mom will start to worry.” Then, she turned and ran without another word.
By Kristen Behrens5 years ago in Futurism
Let Me In
Secrets , lies , deception , all but one who dared not to succumb to the so called normalities of a village built upon them . My name is unknown to me now , for time has progressed so much within the changes of seasons and truths of winds dispelling all that was once so familiar and known to me in the very village I speak of determined to reshape the very essence of my soul. Names in a fashion , are like numbers to identify us with another species , an unnatural form of communication so foreign to the souls of beings that were born from ignited energy that has been ignorantly subdued and lost to what we address ourselves as civilized human beings. Let us begin with the proper introduction of this village I speak of , in which for some time was allotted to maintain unscratched surfaces of their appearances and symbolism in which they desperately tried to maintain , until of course I came along and changed all that . You have heard the stories of ghosts and headless horsemen that were considered the foe and enemies of such legends, but you have not yet been told of ghosts and those that lurk within the shadows as being the heroes and sources of encouragement guiding those who dared to stand against the true enemies , those very people who live under a profound secret code creating a world within a world they dominate , and if you stand against them , you face an inescapable horror realizing the one person you must truly trust in the end of all such stories , is yourself and how much you are willing to endure until the very end . What price is to be paid to lose yourself completely in order to reshape your reality apart from theirs in order to just survive to the next day of their never ending ramblings of useless purgatory gauntlets so desperate to make you either go mad , or worse , a mindless vessel operated by those who claim to govern and protect you. This is no revolution I speak of , it is not a rebellion, it is a war which has been plagued since the beginning of time it's self , the war of discovering and rediscovering the bitter sweet taste of knowledge that was once spilled out so intoxicatingly , like a wave of pleasure that can not be contained by just innocent curiosity , but devoured . Who is truly to blame for such a disease , those who willingly gave it to us , or those who sought to forsake such knowledge obsessed with a driven impulse to become more powerful then the given source? When a village bases it's morals and teachings about an all loving god building temples to symbolize and shelter these notions , and goes against the very ideals they preach by isolating those deemed not fit to belong amongst them , they are creating the very monsters they teach their children to despise . When you find yourself in such a place , listen to the whispers of knowledge pleading with you to inhale the seduction of knowledge , and the voice of all voices beckoning to your very being , LET ME IN .
By Jennifer Ware5 years ago in Futurism
The SpellBook
Claire signed and rubbed her temples. She glanced at the old grandfather clock on the wall out of habit. It had been broken for months. The soft ticking used to annoy her, but now she kind of missed it. Silently, so as not to wake her grandmother, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. 11:11 p.m. Her essay would have to wait. She stood up to stretch. She reached her arms above her head, then to the side. A pile of booked toppled to the floor. Claire groaned. She kicked them and muttered “goddam hoarder” to herself. The study was filled with piles of books, papers, and photo albums, but despite that, it was the only room aside besides her bedroom that still had floor space. She clenched her fists. “Just ten more months and I can leave this hell hole” she muttered as visions of torching the place filled her mind.
By Gillian Fraser5 years ago in Futurism
Mongwu
Cilceii sat crouched and shivering in the tall grass, trying to make herself as small as possible as the huge, white-faced raptor circled overhead. She prayed to the AllMother that it was not her time and the creature would soon lose interest and find easier prey. Grandmother would be worried and she would surely get a tanning from one of the Elders, who would be furious if she did not return soon.
By Terah Baker-Drake5 years ago in Futurism
The Girl who was no longer bored
Landing The captain saying, “Better hang on girl!” Was all the warning Alicia got before the Captain of the Hikō-tei, used the Sunpō ishi stones to maneuver the ship. He rolled several of the stones along their tracks. This complex movement of control stones caused the ship to start a barrel roll.
By Ricky Tucker Jr5 years ago in Futurism
The Little Black Book
Time is not a thing here. Everything that has happened in the town of Liverston has left everything untouched. The town is silent. The air is still. The forest surrounding the town whispers of the sins that have unfolded. Travelers who wander through these woods often don't return but the ones who do. Further the intrigue that surrounds this mystifying town. Some say it doesn't exist others say to find it you can't seek it out. But finding it isn't the hard part. It's leaving that drives those who wander in it's halls mad.
By Timothy Witt5 years ago in Futurism
The Legend Of Dr. Money
In a dimension known as 'The Veritas', there existed a divine law and order that kept the dimension's universe and world functional. Everything moved to the beat of the will of the Gods and Goddesses of the Veritas, who established the laws and kept the order.
By Tymon Bolton5 years ago in Futurism
The Ninja of Night
Introduction: As night-time falls over the city. She runs to escape from the evil demon that terrorizes the city streets. She's quick, but the demon still keeps up. She is forced to fight it. So she pulls out her dagger from her belt and turns around. The demon ganging up on her. She's trapped in the alley. So she faces the demon and is ready to fight. She must defeat this demon.
By Anjalee Jadav5 years ago in Futurism
