If you’d like to help Tall Man and other blood cancer patients, please donate your bone marrow in the country you live in, and if you have money, they’d love you to give it to Anthony Nolan in the UK or to Be the Match in the US.
Sulagna's previous work for The Toast can be found here.
2030, the Year of Winter Songs
The wind whistles outside all day long, and every day we go outside and listen to it. It’s a long ritual, putting on our layers and our specialized snowsuits, but it’s worth it to have the sun hit our eyes and to hear the songs of the season. And it’s our news for
It's 2050 and feminism has finally won. Women make up more than 80% of serial killers and serial killer-related entertainment shows. Everyone agrees that Harper Lee wrote In Cold Blood under Truman Capote's name as a favor before beating Ernest Hemingway in Greco-Roman-style wrestling. Sex is just when two or more women take the mathematics portion of the SAT together and kick a businessman's teeth in. It's 2050 and Bob Dylan was never even born.
Homes will have all kinds of shields to prevent nature from creeping in. No more bugs walking across the floor in the middle of the night, when you should be asleep, preventing you from ever sleeping again.
Sulagna Misra's past prognostications can be found here.
2025, the Year of the Appropriated Wedding
The TV show “Say Yes to the Dress” will become diversity-inclusive, including not just white dresses, but red dresses like Chinese and Indian weddings, or green dresses like Muslim weddings, as well as black tuxes and sherwanis. This complicates things when everyone starts asking for cultural wedding dresses from cultures they aren’t from – like
It's a bunch of years after the war. It has been exactly seventy-seven years since the war. It's been two generations now, since the war. It's like a mabrillion years after The War. Ohhh my Godddd, it's so many years after the war. Ever since the war, things have been different. After the War, everything changed. Nothing was the same after the war. The war changed everything. Now, society's bad. There was only one way…
Noemie walked briskly along the sidewalk. The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the street was still wet. The empty storefronts and fallen garbage cans echoed the click-clack-scrap of her heels striking against the concrete, and the thwick-thwok of her boots picking up the dew that stuck to warm streets on cold nights. She tightened her coat with one hand and held a cigarette in the other, throwing a glance behind her before crossing…
I was compiling an amusing listicle of groups believed to be the targets of the "last acceptable prejudice" (Catholics, Christians who may or may not be Catholics, gingers, fat people, "emerging adults,", women in sports, Mormons, and this Christian music CD), but then, of course, because of the nature of the internet and how Cylons will ultimately be created anew and Skynet starts differently every time, I…