humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
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
Keala'ola
Keala’ola: The Path Through Hell for Healing By Demetra Adams-Kane “Number 443729. It’s time. Get up.” The one called 443729 opened her eyes to a dark cell. The guard casting a silhouette in its doorway was the only form she could discern around her. Forgotten upon waking, her dreams abandoned her to a starkness that could only contrast with the soft remnant of feeling left clinging to her eyelashes, a vague nostalgia. Hope seemed to fall from her clothes like dust as she staggered toward the cell door. The only solace that still clung to her as she emerged into the harsh lights of the prison corridor, now remembering herself, was the heart-shaped locket strewn around her sore neck. It was her last possession, and her last grip on her sense of self. She would need that for the task ahead.
By Demetra Adams-Kane5 years ago in Futurism
Left Behind
I feel myself begin to wake. I claw out of the abyss that is my subconscious and am greeted once again by darkness. How long has it been? I am wasting away, slowly sinking into the dust and dirt that relentlessly gathers around me. I would give anything to move, but the bindings grow tighter and tighter with each passing moment. I fade and they flourish.
By David Charles5 years ago in Futurism
After The Lights Went Out
After the Lights Went Out Frost nipped at the heels of our group as we wondered through the dead grass. It was thawing slowly at the bases of the pyres. A haunting scent of burnt hair filled area. People were beginning to slow again. Night would set in in a few hours. We wouldn’t eat tonight, we hadn’t reached the checkpoint.
By Michelle Prenzler5 years ago in Futurism
Curiosity Killed the Cat
The first thing that hit her was the air. Hot and sticky, she drank it down, like warm honey filling her screaming lungs. Her mother’s laughter wrapped around her like a blanket, and she let her mask fall to the ground unceremoniously. It was a rare sound to hear, and she welcomed it as a promise that she was safe, it was safe to breathe.
By Yolanda Moore5 years ago in Futurism
A Dangerous Crossing
Adelaide unzips her windbreaker a little so she can feel the fresh air on her skin. She is already exhausted, and the most perilous part of the journey is about to begin. The border crossing from Belarus to Ukraine is three kilometres. Not far at all, even in this oppressive heat. Back at home in Sydney, whenever a virus flare-up or a heatwave shuts-down the public transport, she has to walk seven kilometres to work in the morning, and seven back. But at home she isn’t carrying a 30kg backpack, and she isn’t running on no sleep.
By Genevieve Gannon5 years ago in Futurism
To Feel
The noise of desperate shuffling filled the dusty, old chamber before being replaced by the unforgiving sound of flesh smacking flesh: a hard slap to the face. Wet grunts and groans were forced from behind the clenched teeth of two men locked in combat. The battle had shifted to the ground, one man’s hands wrapped decisively around the throat of the other. Bald, and colorless, he cringed as he watched his victim’s face turn red, his eyes bulging in fear. Sweat and spit dripped on the dusty concrete floor, the combatants locked in place, the loser flailing his arms and legs as death approached him.
By Braiden Burton5 years ago in Futurism
Bleeding Heart
Dear Doomsday Dairy, 17/03/2031 Today I went for a walk, the sky was clear of the constricting dense smog that never seemed to go away, and the temperature was blissfully cool, I am glad I went on that walk. I walked past the Hive Mind Station and saw our glorious peacekeepers changing shifts, then I stood in front of the Liberty House and paid thanks to our glorious leaders for keeping us safe from the anarchist faction that wanted to destroy our utopian way of life. I then walked through the park, laying down on the comforting synthetic grass that was mass produced in one of the local factories.
By Phoenix B. A. Rose-Mundy5 years ago in Futurism
Locket
The humidity feels more suffocating than usual as I wipe the dust off the can I found in an old, abandoned cupboard in an equally old and abandoned house. That’s a perfect description for just about everything nowadays. Old and abandoned. This place used to be nice. High ceilings with delicate light fixtures that no longer worked. Solid wood furniture that’s now covered in enough dust to fill the Sahara. It even had central air at one point going by the thermostat on the wall. That would have been nice. I’m so sick of being hot and sticky with sweat.
By Virginia Nightingale5 years ago in Futurism
