humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Out The Mine
OUT THE MINE A story of triumph over adversity By Angie ASMR “When I wake up every morning, I feel terrible knowing I have to come back here again”, says Nzilo as he speaks to Mado, one of the overseers in the cobalt mine of Kolwezi. Nzilo is only 13 and he works everyday along with many other children on the mine in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Mado is a younger overseer and has been growing in disagreement with the conditions of the mine and the forced labor put upon his people. “Do not worry young one”, Mado reassures Nzilo, “one day this will all be over and you will live free, I promise.” Mado has been taking notes in a small black journal he hides in the pocket of his pants of the daily events, the most important people controlling the mine labor and plans to take the information to the United Nations for help. Meanwhile he acts almost as a brother to Nzilo giving him extra food to take home to his family as well as words of hope.
By Angie ASMR5 years ago in Futurism
Twenty-One Reruns
You will decide to knock on her door the day you turn twenty-one. It will be late at night, or early morning, and you will knock three times. See the door move open along its orbit, just enough to see a black parting. Finger, finger, then a third, poked through the gap, wrapped around the edge of the door. Liftliftlift, then taptaptap, the fingers will dance and you will know the beat and your own fingers will patter against the side of your thighs along to it.
By Francesca Alster5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Possibility
There was once a man who journeyed throughout the world in search of a little black notebook. It was said to contain wisdom beyond man’s wildest dreams. This man’s name was Neon. He was a physicist who spent most of his days in a laboratory or out in nature, trying to figure out the secrets of the universe. As he was growing up, he had heard stories of a mysterious little notebook. The tales he had heard said that this notebook had no author. No one knew the true origins of the book. Some speculated that it may have entered into our dimension through a stargate.
By Tjader Carter5 years ago in Futurism
Just One Name
“Just give us a name.” “We only need one name.” Melissa sat at the kitchen table with her husband Clark. Two members of the Watchful Police sat across from them and watched her with hard eyes as she brushed a strand of chestnut hair from her face. She shot a quick look to Clark. He shot her the same look in return.
By Meche Ayala5 years ago in Futurism
You Bring Light In
Nothing brings as much pleasure as the thought of becoming one with the ocean. To have coral grow from the rot that was once your chest and to be a life source for the life around it such as the fish and underwater plant life. I don't know how exactly, but I'm still alive. My body has decayed and become a home to fish such as the bloodfin tetra and the guppies that eat the remains of my lungs.
By Jennifer G5 years ago in Futurism
The Starchasers
The map to the stars was my trade. You’d see my greasy pamphlets pasted in airports when you’d rent your car or in the revolving stands when you checked into the seedy motels next to the highway. “Come tour with me and the Stars!” This was before we were forced to hide in the ground like worms, scurrying beneath underpasses and bridges, and the stars were special instead of the scourge they have become.
By Cormac O'Reilly5 years ago in Futurism
Home for Breakfast
Ten months ago, I rushed back from school to witness my father’s departure for Mars. The distant steel gantry supporting his rocket is shrouded in steam and illuminated by dazzling arc lights. It’s a perfect evening to watch the countdown outside in our front garden. My mother joins me on the swing chair and leans over to study my drawing.
By Howard Halsall5 years ago in Futurism
Last Night at The Beehive
Ava primps, willing her ebony hair to curl at just the right face-framing angle. She applies a sheer lipstick and steps back to take in the effect. Smoothing out her white sheath dress, she pivots in the mirror. Ava looks as though she’s on her way to a board meeting, not her own bachelorette party. Still, white is bridal, and it contrasts her mocha skin beautifully.
By Bryn Costello5 years ago in Futurism
Note
The day had begun without particular note. A drizzly mist welcomed him when he left his house but had developed into heavy, plump drops. Using reflections from streetlights as a guide in the darkness, Fib tried to stay out of the puddles, but the damp was already in his socks and he knew the chilly clamminess between his toes would now be with him until he got home that evening.
By Patrick Bruce5 years ago in Futurism
