Writing Prompt

Home a word that is used to describe a building in which we seek shelter and warmth from when we are relaxing for the day. For me it was never a building though it was a person or sometimes more then one it was people. Home is the sense of feeling comfortable, safe, loved and happy. To me I found that in people, music, reading, drawing and just being me. In 500 years that will all be memories and ...

It had been 500 years since the last human had set foot in the old house on the hill. The world had changed so much since then, and the house had changed with it.

The first thing that struck the explorers who stumbled upon the house was the sheer size of it. What had once been a modest two-story home had grown into a sprawling mansion that seemed to stretch on forever. The walls were made of a st...

There wasn't much left of the little town Milpitas. And at this point, the remains here are probably the small crawl space my parents used to store wine and whiskey. Actually, Scotch, my dad would have my neck if I said it was Whiskey. All that could be left over was what was underneath the surface. The rest... was just nothing. It was a barren wasteland. The sky was rusted red, filled with the st...

Cold air brushed against my face from a hole in the ground the size of my fist. I remember mopping the sweat off my face and suddenly coolness. I dug that hole with my hands. My back sunburned as I cleared an opening large enough to enter. I’ve found caves since I was six but this felt special.

In the dusty beams of sunlight I saw the moon white stalagmites. I jumped in. Musty crystal clad interi...

I booked a time travel trip with lottery winnings. I was curious how my hometown would be like in 500 years into the future. Sure, it was a whim; I wondered if my house would still be standing or if I had any future relatives.

Well, the time capsule opened and I stepped out. Not bad, I thought. Nothing seemed weird, except I didn’t see anyone. I saw my house, which had been renovated and kept in g...

In the year 2523, homes had evolved to become more intelligent and efficient than ever before. The walls were made of a sleek, metallic material that adjusted to the temperature outside, making it comfortable inside no matter the weather. The floors were made of a smooth material that absorbed sound, making it impossible to hear footsteps or even the sound of a pin dropping.

Alex, an 18 year old ...

Future brings

Many things

Life of dreams

Not what it seems

Live large

Love hard

Play your card

Feelings starved

Wingless flight

Over sight

Beggar’s plight

Future’s bright

Tessa🦋...

The evolution process has taken over. “Modern” has become part of the past. A new normal has come, with stupidly amazing architecture and stupidly high prices. No one likes “simple” anymore. Everyone competes to see who’s house is the best. The coolest. Who has a secret door or a slide or a waterfall in their living room? Not me. I’ve got an aquarium. It’s my house, not my home....

Estranged to Me,

Of a colossal wreck,

This is what I find,

Not a colossal mess

But home lost to time

The dirty soles below,

This is the Beneath

Huts of rusty, steel clothes

Unsettled the trees

Please give me my debris,

In my hands so tight

Bricks belonged to me,

Now dust to the time...

Now if you’ll turn your bio-stasis jars to the right, you’ll find the site of the old Smorglins estate. And while the ruins of this lakeside home are overrun with 500 years of growth, the stone statue of its patriarch stands just as tall as it has done for generations. He greets every sunrise with a stoic smile and a mighty salute from the spatula in his hand.

Now many have asked me “why do you a...