I've realized that a lot of my ideas are similar. Not surprised since a lot of them are based off of each other. Bear with me, hopefully you won't get bored.
This one is about Taylor, a girl who grows up in our time. She goes back in time and actually meets her great-grand father. (I know, already sounding familiar. But hey, this idea actually came first.)
I walked down the street, cellphone in hand, busily texting. I've walked this way plenty of times, I know where I'm going. At least I thought I knew where I was going. I hear nothing but the quiet sound of my sneakers on the wet ground. It had just rained a few minutes a go.
I took a right, and kept on walking.
Then I looked up. I didn't recognize the street I was on. I almost fainted right there when I realized I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I started to panic and put my cell phone away, after turning it off. The street didn't only not look familiar, it looked like it had been built years ago. And after seeing the people I was sure I had landed in some different time. Maybe an Amish town. But I knew their was no actual Amish towns that I could walk to from my school.
Something was wrong. I started to feel faint again, and suddenly all I saw was black.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 26, 2010
The Kids of the Future
Okay, so I actually spent a lot of time on this one just figuring out what I should do in the beginning. So instead of my typical I'm going to try to do things in order. I'm going to give you a short summary and then write from where ever I want to write.
This story is called "The Kids of the Future" based off a popular band that exists in this story. This story follows Kyle, Todd, and Nate as they go into the year 2072, there they meet their grandkids, learn a little about their future, and learn a little about 2072 itself.
"Where are we? And what's up with this clothing?" I asked referring to the metallic get up everyone seemed to be wearing.
"I have no idea. How did we get here?" Todd asked.
"Guys look," Kyle said. And we followed his finger to a sign that had the date on it.
"So, March 13, big deal," Todd said.
"Look at the date, dummy," Kyle said.
"2072! We're in the year 2072!" I exclaimed.
"Looks like it," Kyle said. "We stick out too. You put one of these people in our century, and they would stick out like a sore thumb. But because they're all dressed the same and we're not we're the ones who stick out."
Todd and I nodded in agreement.
"My suggestion would be to find a clothing store and blend in," he said.
This story is called "The Kids of the Future" based off a popular band that exists in this story. This story follows Kyle, Todd, and Nate as they go into the year 2072, there they meet their grandkids, learn a little about their future, and learn a little about 2072 itself.
"Where are we? And what's up with this clothing?" I asked referring to the metallic get up everyone seemed to be wearing.
"I have no idea. How did we get here?" Todd asked.
"Guys look," Kyle said. And we followed his finger to a sign that had the date on it.
"So, March 13, big deal," Todd said.
"Look at the date, dummy," Kyle said.
"2072! We're in the year 2072!" I exclaimed.
"Looks like it," Kyle said. "We stick out too. You put one of these people in our century, and they would stick out like a sore thumb. But because they're all dressed the same and we're not we're the ones who stick out."
Todd and I nodded in agreement.
"My suggestion would be to find a clothing store and blend in," he said.
The Forgotten World
Okay, so today I realized that I have about fifty ideas that have to do with the future. So I have dubbed this week future week. All week, until Saturday, I'm going to be putting up as many future story ideas as I have. Some might just be short summaries (because I can't figure out how to write the beginning) and others might be summaries and the beginning of the story.
My first story is called "The Forgotten World" it takes place in a futuristic world where they've built above the original surface a glass surface that's completely maintained and controlled by the government. So it's like living on Earth without all that pesky nature getting in the way like weather, dirt, and bugs/spiders.
Zoe's face hit the glass with a thump as she heard a triumphant applause of laughter. She looked up and watched her offender, Rocky, fly away. She stood up, her bare feet replacing her face on the glass.
Zoe was odd compared to the rest of the quiet city of Framtid. She believed in wearing what she wanted to wear and not what was in right then. She didn't have short hair in high pony tails, she preferred her long hair being able to blown around when a slight breeze passed by. She hadn't changed her hair color either; like all the other people with their hair in colors like blue, purple, and red; she had allowed her roots to change her hair back to it's original color, brown.
The weirdest thing about Zoe was, though, she never wore any shoes. She'd been going around bare-foot as long as most people in Framtid could remember. Shoes had always been a huge thing, the types of shoes you wore determined how cool you were. They told you're story. Zoe seemed to remember a history lesson where they learned that shoes were once used to keep your feet safe from the elements. But that was a long time ago before they lived in the glass world era.
That was another peculiar thing about Zoe, most people ignored the forgotten world below their feet, but Zoe was fascinated by it. She was always looking down at the beautiful landscape that passed beneath her feet. If she saw something she really liked she would stop and stare at it.
Another thing that made her different was she walked everywhere. And she wasn't just walking for exercise. She never flew past the world like the rest of Framtid did. She walked slowly, she took time to admire things.
People thought she was odd.
The Forgotten World Part 2
Index
My first story is called "The Forgotten World" it takes place in a futuristic world where they've built above the original surface a glass surface that's completely maintained and controlled by the government. So it's like living on Earth without all that pesky nature getting in the way like weather, dirt, and bugs/spiders.
Zoe's face hit the glass with a thump as she heard a triumphant applause of laughter. She looked up and watched her offender, Rocky, fly away. She stood up, her bare feet replacing her face on the glass.
Zoe was odd compared to the rest of the quiet city of Framtid. She believed in wearing what she wanted to wear and not what was in right then. She didn't have short hair in high pony tails, she preferred her long hair being able to blown around when a slight breeze passed by. She hadn't changed her hair color either; like all the other people with their hair in colors like blue, purple, and red; she had allowed her roots to change her hair back to it's original color, brown.
The weirdest thing about Zoe was, though, she never wore any shoes. She'd been going around bare-foot as long as most people in Framtid could remember. Shoes had always been a huge thing, the types of shoes you wore determined how cool you were. They told you're story. Zoe seemed to remember a history lesson where they learned that shoes were once used to keep your feet safe from the elements. But that was a long time ago before they lived in the glass world era.
That was another peculiar thing about Zoe, most people ignored the forgotten world below their feet, but Zoe was fascinated by it. She was always looking down at the beautiful landscape that passed beneath her feet. If she saw something she really liked she would stop and stare at it.
Another thing that made her different was she walked everywhere. And she wasn't just walking for exercise. She never flew past the world like the rest of Framtid did. She walked slowly, she took time to admire things.
People thought she was odd.
The Forgotten World Part 2
Index
Jan 11, 2010
A New Life
I had driven into the middle of no where. I loved driving, and I loved my road trip but I was awful at finding my way anywhere. I was supposed to be in Chicago but I must have taken a wrong road somewhere. I'm awful at reading maps.
I looked at the clock. It was already eleven! I was not going to find my way to Chicago tonight. Plus I was feeling a little tired. So I went to the back of my van and fell asleep.
When I woke up I got a good look of where I was. It was a quaint little neighborhood with fences and hedges. Then I got a look at one of the cars, then all of them. They all looked old like ones you would see in the fifties. It was odd that everyone seemed to collect old looking cars. Then the the paper boy rode by and threw papers into everyone's yards.
I looked at the clock. It was already eleven! I was not going to find my way to Chicago tonight. Plus I was feeling a little tired. So I went to the back of my van and fell asleep.
When I woke up I got a good look of where I was. It was a quaint little neighborhood with fences and hedges. Then I got a look at one of the cars, then all of them. They all looked old like ones you would see in the fifties. It was odd that everyone seemed to collect old looking cars. Then the the paper boy rode by and threw papers into everyone's yards.
Jan 3, 2010
The New Year
I'm sometimes a pessimist. I realized this on New Year's Eve. At midnight I thought about the new year. While most people were hopeful my first thought was, "Well, 2009 was a pretty bad year, I'm guessing 2010 is going to be even worse." Yeah, not the most optimistic thought. Actually it was completely pessimistic. I apologize. I don't get excited easily; I drive people nuts. My friends and family all criticize me for not enjoying vacations. I'm a very pessimistic person. But while I like to complain and think negatively, I also have hope and this is what this post is about.
I like to think of the new year like a baby, completely innocent. The year hasn't been corrupted yet by evils of this world but sits like a clean slate ready for stories to be written by billions of anxious people. Each story affecting another. The year starts out well, with the hope of New Years. But I also believe it ends well with the love of Christmas. I am anxious for this year. Clean and untouched I hope to make this a wonderful year for many others. I hope to bring happiness and bring them the year that they wanted. Hope is the key. And it's what helps me get through life. I hope for a good year. I hope for others as well as myself.
So as you can see, even though I am pessimistic I am also hopeful. Hope is an amazing concept. Through hope are things done. Through hope people are able to see optimistically.
I like to think of the new year like a baby, completely innocent. The year hasn't been corrupted yet by evils of this world but sits like a clean slate ready for stories to be written by billions of anxious people. Each story affecting another. The year starts out well, with the hope of New Years. But I also believe it ends well with the love of Christmas. I am anxious for this year. Clean and untouched I hope to make this a wonderful year for many others. I hope to bring happiness and bring them the year that they wanted. Hope is the key. And it's what helps me get through life. I hope for a good year. I hope for others as well as myself.
So as you can see, even though I am pessimistic I am also hopeful. Hope is an amazing concept. Through hope are things done. Through hope people are able to see optimistically.
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