Brave New World Novels & Stories

My name is Sophia and I'm one of the maidens in Marazona - also known as the Land Of Beauty. We only have females around her and I don't think any other gender exists. The story behind the beautiful planet is still a mystery. But according to the wise teachers, originally, they'd been mingling in a different place. But there was a war and majority of them ran over here to start a new life. That's how Marazona began. We're blessed with extra ordinary beauty, special powers, anti ageing - although, I know I'm still a young lady. But sometimes, i wonder how we came about. How were we created?

"Allow me to explain properly. The 'New World' I mentioned is a survivor settlement. There, we have dedicated people searching for supplies daily, we cultivate crops underground, and we raise pigs, sheep, chickens, and geese. In no time, we'll have abundant harvests. "Our leader is Susan Walter. In the settlement, there are thousands of ability users like me. Susan treats people incredibly well—before I became an ability user, I was just an ordinary person. It was her who helped me awaken my powers. "In the New World, anyone who works hard can survive—and survive well. Under Susan's guidance, even ability users aren't allowed to bully ordinary people. Sure, ability users have greater abiliti

The hall erupted in applause. Nathan smiled from the audience, his eyes fixed only on me. The world he gave me was one that would never fade–an endless, brilliant beginning.

CREATION OF THE NEW WORLD I wrote in one of my old article, about the lost world and you people have called me a mad man, I was not angry with any one, because I would have called my self mad also, but it is true, there was a world that was raised down by fire from Laalu Ogiri Oko, the only god that hate to see human, but before he finished his terror on man in the ships, Eledumare did played him, by taken away some human, he brought them to a land he had prepared, a place unknown by even his closest angels, and there, the new world began, and that world is the world that had produced all of you, so if the beasts says we must pay for the crime committed by ancestors, they are right, you are

Hope collapsed. Adrian caught her. “Hope!” She opened her eyes. The golden light was gone. She was ordinary again. She smiled. “I did it.” Adrian laughed through tears. “Yes.” But then— Nova began crying. Hope looked down. “What’s wrong?” Nova pointed toward the horizon. A new world had appeared. A world filled with blue skies. Green fields. Cities. People. Hope stared. “What’s that?” Seraphina’s expression changed. “A new Earth.” Hope froze.

The Conflict of the Living The "New World" was not the paradise Leo had envisioned. It was a salvage yard of realities. Scattered across the horizon were pieces of the "Real World" that had been pulled through the inversion—fragments of floating cities, half-dead Thorne-Heirs in shattered stasis pods, and the confused, starving trillions who had once lived on the "Fumes." "We have to go in," Meilin said, her voice like a whetstone. She wasn't looking at the survivors. She was looking at the spot in the ocean where the violet pulse had originated.

of the bridge. Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the balcony of the Miami Reef, looking out at the rising sun. The "Violet-Shroud" was gone, but the "Blue-Sky" was filled with the smoke of the "Transition." The 150,000-word history of humanity was no longer a story of "Evolution," but a story of "Convalescence." "The world is sick, Tommy," Avery said, her voice trembling. "The world is 'Waking Up,' Avery," Tommy replied. "And waking up always hurts."

“But why?” “The laptop will be instrumental with acclimating you to your new world. You’ll have full access to the Internet, unlike at Eden. The software is heavily monitored and restricted. In Eden, they only show you want they want you to know, which isn’t much. You can also find entertainment–games, movies, and whatnot. The cell phone is for us to keep in touch when we are apart. There is a tracking device in the phone, so I’ll also be monitoring your whereabouts.” “I don’t like the idea of being tracked.”

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.