Novelas y relatos de Dystopia

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

Jenkins whom Nanny described as Grumpy from the seven little dwarfs. Juende was a small town near Dychophalm city. Nanny told stories about Dychopalm and Juende as they walked to school and from what Melo understood, Dychophalm was the heart of technological advancement. They had voice activated cars which his father owned one and holographic billboards. Skyscrapers that could reach so high, one may think he had reached heaven’s gate. Houses with no doors, voice activated windows, with free robotic maids, and only occupants could enter the house through body scanners. They called it "Smart Houses''.

The Present Times World Defense Federation (WDF) Greenland Somewhere in the snowy outskirts of Greenland lies the city-like structure of the World Defense Federation (WDF) headquarters in great perimeter; a complex maze of architecture infused with high-technology. The gargantuan complex extends miles below the ground, housing hangars after hangars, and a few kilometres above ground.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

They were cold, brutal, assertively calm, contained no fear or doubt, and carried a sense of bleakness. The second difference was that dystopian Kylie’s body had been marred by a life filled with war and strife. She wore a sleeveless shirt that revealed scarred arms and a pair of shorts which revealed a scar on her left calf. Finally, there was a long scar that spanned her left brow all the way down to her left cheek. Kylie had a fantastic memory. While a few of those scars were there when she saw this version of herself for the first time in her dream, a few more scars had been added to her. Yes, at the time her dystopian self

Darlyn stepped into the bleak streets of Ovion City, a place devoid of life and hope. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering stench of poverty and desperation. Dilapidated buildings lined the worn-out roads, their weary facades telling stories of struggles and shattered dreams. The city seemed frozen in time, a forgotten corner where rogues and outcasts sought refuge.

The novel The Future belongs to the apocalyptic genre, the virus explodes, the human race appears as mutants, the animals begin to dominate the earth, but after the mutant race, it is not death that becomes more powerful. so the animals started to fight, finally humans regained the dominion, started to establish H city, trying to restore world order. The female lead is born a heterogeneous, not created by anything, is a purebred human with a very precious status.

I can see the coldness In his eyes" "His eyes are always cold, silly" They gossiped as they walked towards the food section. Pheona stared into space, playing with the fork in her hand. "You will be mine, Damien" She mumbled to herself, her eyes holding a malicious intent

He gave me a sideways pointed look. I just wrapped my arms around myself and kept on walking. "Don't you ever get bored of this place?" I asked slowly. He was silent for a while. When I glanced at him, I saw traces of a smile on his face. "If I start getting bored of this place, everything will turn into chaos." Part of me knew how he was right. "Have you ever seen chaos?" He asked. "No." "It shapes into millions of nightmares." He stated. "And that's pretty horrible."

" You don't have the right to control me as you wish Mr Mayor and for the records I'm not returning to your house " " Ethan , don't speak rudely to your father like that " my mum responded and I shrugged . " My father ? He has never been a father to me , he's the mayor of Bristol and that's it ". I retorted " Enough ! You'll do as I say or I'll cut off your allowance completely !" . He yelled and I smiled gently ....he has finally lost it . " Do as you want ........" I paused my statement , aggressively removed the drips connected to my body , stood up from the bed, turned to leave then paused .