humanity

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

From a Little Piece of Gold
Hailee felt tall when she stood up but there was nothing to measure herself against. Her body was soft and achy like when a fever breaks or after a long, unintentional sleep. As she stretched, her arms reached much further toward the sky than felt familiar and her elbow looked like two braided strands of a large knotted tree. Dust and a flat Earth spread as far as Hailee could see. She blinked as if to wash away a dream. Whipping her head from side to side, looking for color, or shape, texture, and density, Hailee wanted to make sense of the empty world. Her movements sounded like stormy winds.
By Felicia Chappelle5 years ago in Futurism
At the heart
He was out digging again in the fields, at the edge where it wouldn't interrupt the harvest or be as readily noted. He knew there was something special he would find to trade this time. His mother chastised him each time he shirked his chores, but he had a deep knowing, something drew him to this place time and time again. So far, he had been able to get extra meat and seeds for his family with the prizes he had uncovered, some sort of round disc that was shiny on one side and had words on the other, a toy "car" that would drive itself with winding up, metal pots and more. So his mother was not too harsh on him. But, he knew there was something even better he would find from the "time before". That was what all the adults called it, the nebulous world that had existed with electronics, motorized conveyances and medicine. Now, you were lucky to make it to your 20th year without a crippling or deadly illness taking you and if you did and managed to create a family, the rare child was conceived. In that way he was precious being in his 9th year now and healthy.
By Katherine Hall5 years ago in Futurism
The Lost Boys
Danny only pulled the locket out at night. He slept with it cupped in his hands, pressed to his chest. It was the only thing he had from his old life. Before the Pandemic took his mother and the bad men raided their caravan and stole him from his father.
By Lindsey Soliday5 years ago in Futurism
Love Behind the Veil
Sitting in a café, I could feel a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach dreading what was to come. I was born a mere thirty years ago and never experienced a time of peace. Life has been a constant mayhem since I could remember. It all began when the world was divided into three parts over one hundred years ago. The world organization did away with smaller countries and made three major nations. They wanted to make things as simplistic and systematic as possible. They thought this would help with ending poverty and death rates, but it only made matters worse. Soon after, the war began. The leaders gained so much power that they hungered for even more and became jealous of what the other had.
By Lindsay Little5 years ago in Futurism
So It Began
I remember as if it were happening now. Tears sliding down her cheeks, powdered with ash. One couldn't help but to be drawn in to her crippling grief. As the world around her was being consumed with devastation and chaos, she stood still in silence gripping something ever so tightly in her hand. I pulled myself up slowly and shook the rubble off. Never could I have imagined such grave suffering and anguish, but we were warned. I thought about all the apocalyptical movies and the various ways they tried to depict the end of the world. In that moment I realized that they were all right.
By Karisma Nesbeth5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond Rules Reach
Pain is the first thing to hit me, a searing pain in my head. As I begin to regain consciousness I can feel the cold ground beneath me. I try to picture how I got here, but my memory fails. Taking a quick mental check it doesn't seem to be that any of my bones are broken, though there is a strange throbbing pain on my left forearm. I’d almost call this a miracle, but these days no one believes in those anymore. I slowly open my eyes and the night sky becomes more clear.
By Medori Friesen5 years ago in Futurism
Dimension Lib
Years must have gone by but we’ve given up on trying to count the months. Every time we formulate the calendar, it ends up being skewed. We counted ‘mississippis’ to create seconds which Unit R swears is the proper way. With a lot of practice, I managed to procure a watch made of fiberglass. It had a habit of melting off the wrist like a Dali painting except made in MS Paint. The same happened with our wall clock, so we use it as a frisbee.
By Lucy Park5 years ago in Futurism
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