extraterrestrial
Speculation, theory, UFOs and Aliens. Are we alone in this universe or is there life outside Earth?
Between space
All he could see, all he could think and do was run. He wasn't sure how many were chasing him or where they were chasing him from, in fact there wasn't much he did know. That's what the man didn't understand, why did they want him and what would they do if he ever fell into their twisted hands? He forced himself to slam the oncoming scenes of his over active imagination to the background of his mind, allowing them to sizzle out like the lives of so many before him. Without hesitation he slid under a mound of dirt as he heard two of them approaching from the same direction he was running, he knew he had to move quickly and this seemed too perfect. He lay in wait for them to pass so he could retreat back to one of the shacks and just cry until he woke only to play the same sick game tomorrow. He had always hidden here, which confused him because they had never found him, he looked again at the underneath of the mound, silently thanking his inanimate guardian. He pressed his face against the familiar and almost friendly mixture of mud and gravel, the only seemingly constant thing in the compound. Gripping the little black notebook in his jacket, the man prayed that it made it back to people who need if, while it could still help. The thought brought his mind back to the chase, he heard dragging and hissing, then he thought he saw torch light. This was new and confused him intensely, light was not permitted in the hunt. It was the only merciful rule, and the only advantage the man had on his followers. Being almost blind they had no reason for light anyway but his oppressors thought that it made the runners feel more confident, more risky. Suddenly he felt a burning behind his sternum, a cough rising to his throat. He clamped his mouth and nose shut in disbelief, his brain attempting to starve his body for betraying him to his followers. He started to feel light, in his brain's attempt to save him it was torturing itself. A noble proposition in such a desperate situation. No Oxygen meant he would not survive much longer in the hunt, he had to breath, even at risk of coughing, he needed the air.
By Ben Mandeville5 years ago in Futurism
3:33 AM
12:33 PM This was getting old. Her arms felt like gelatin. Her legs were weights. The room was far too bright, and her back ached like crazy. Maybe it was worth it to stay in bed an hour more. This was going to be the rest of her life, it seemed. Wake up, feel like shit, eventually die. Hopefully death came soon.
By Kathryn Milewski5 years ago in Futurism
Believer
I wore an alien shirt to my grandma's funeral; it depicted a UFO with a small green alien inside. My mom said it was disrespectful to grandma Gwyn. She tried convincing me to cover it up with her cardigan. That day, friends and family looked me up and down as if I was a being of unknown origin. If they knew about the bond I shared with grandma maybe it wouldn’t have bothered anyone; I know she would have understood the gesture. Our connection didn’t form right away; as a matter of fact, there were times when I was scared of her and feared going to her house.
By Florencia Gianinetto5 years ago in Futurism
The Financial Misadventures of MA77 and Z4V1
Z4V1 did not volunteer to be on the S.S. Hart. His brother had practically dragged him by one pointed ear onto the ship and strapped him into the squeaky blue seats headed straight for Earth. Z4V1 tried to ignore MA77’s bouncing knee as he chattered excitedly on the prospect of finding “something big” this time. Z4V1 had no idea what “something big” entailed, but he was sure he would rather be home with FRE-38, petting her floppy ears and fluffy jowls.
By Kelly Patel5 years ago in Futurism
I am not Afraid
I’m a person who likes to be present as often as I can. This means I’m not thinking about the past or the future, just the moments that are happening right now. It’s taken me my entire life to figure out how to do this, and even still, I find myself getting lost in my thoughts.
By Sara Payne5 years ago in Futurism
Alien Gold
Alien Gold - World In Chaos A science fiction story based on true events Ch. 1 Financial Disaster Imminent The US National Debt is completely out of control with no end in sight. Knowing that this will eventually end in a economic collapse , a movement begins to push a new gold standard to back the US dollar. After years of heated debates and mysterious murders of certain gold activists, within the government, the current president is sure of foul play and extreme manipulation in the deepest regions of the US financial markets. Now he has no choice but to force a true audit of the national gold reserve.
By Paul Guadagno5 years ago in Futurism
