Novelas y relatos de Dystopia

Especially since she had seen more injustices that had occurred. “Karelia. I thought this area was a very peaceful area despite the conflict with Vitania. I thought things like evictions and arbitrary actions never happened here. But it turns out I was very wrong. I feel like I’m living in a dystopian novel. Why was I born into such a sad story?” Alisa asked again. “I don’t know. I don’t know either,” Flo answered. While rubbing her arm, Floria comforted Alisa again. "But we must not give up. I believe we can change all this for the better. It's not just us who suffer like this who have the determination to change all this?" said the Vitanian girl.

Mismanagement led to disaster, decimating the population and leaving a mere 1% of humanity clinging to survival. Life became harsh, and people struggled to live, resembling scenes from a "Mad Max" movie or "The Book of Eli." Trudging across the dry, barren land, I felt the oppressive heat, unsuitable for cultivating anything. Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching.

He looked exhausted, but happy (or perhaps, relieved? The social room had an enormous window through which the magnitude of Underdenver could be seen. It had the general look and feel of looking out a high window at any cityscape with a few differences. Firstly, there was no sky above, just blackness. It didn’t even seem like night because there were no visible clouds nor a moon. Above the reach of the Underdenver city lights was only blackness. Secondly, all the buildings were white, or aged dirty white if they were older ones. There was variety in neither color nor in architectural style. Thirdly, there was no advertising. No billboards could be seen anywhere. There was no free market here

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.

"The truth cannot be spoken in the light of the upper world." I stared at him, my breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches. My eyes swept past his shoulder, looking out beyond the shattered gates of my estate. The horizon was black, choked with thick plumes of oily smoke rising from the burning city skyline. Millions of infected—a dark, endless sea of the dead—stretched across the highway, through the forest, and into the distant valleys. Almost the entire country had collapsed in a single afternoon. The world I knew was gone. Humanity was reduced to cattle hiding in the dark.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one. I tied my long charcole black hair into a bun some stands of hair slipping my hand and falling in its own accord. I had my trousers on which was only fit for the house. It had holes which was stitched thousands of times by me to hold it together. My light Peach T-shirt which had dirt and marks all over it. I slowly made my way down the stairs from the two stored building where I was staying. It had beautiful walls ceilings and big rooms where 10 people could fit in. You must be thinking such a big house and why am I staying in a rusty room??.... that's because I am an adopted child. I still remember the day in the orphanage. I was 11 years o

2459 January 22 Earth Prime, Within the Terra System. “I always hated the concept of fate. The concept that no matter what we do in life a pre-ordained destiny is awaiting us all. And in this case, it was the destruction of the society I was once a part of. In the beginning, I didn't think it would ever get this far. That so many of us would be killed because of one man's vision. A vision of a perfect world that could never be. A world that would be built upon the backs of those who sought to preserve freedom and justice. A world where evil would be the governing force and those who were like me would be nothing but a memory.”

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.