Novel & Cerita Dystopia Story Ideas

​The air in the "Deleted Scenes" bin didn't just smell of wet ink; it tasted of ozone and the cold, metallic tang of a failed future. As the bookstore reality collapsed above them—the sound of Julian’s typewriter dying like a stuttering heart—Nora hit the floor of the Dystopian Sector. ​The ground wasn't made of wood or grass. It was a shifting mosaic of rusted steel and discarded data-slabs. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, choked by the "Narrative Smoke" of a thousand abandoned plotlines.

Dead alive because haven't met Ruby then. I was shattered and we even had a fight then. That fight had led to something really bad and terrible for me. Because I thought Regina was going to be my mate. Even when she led some unknown such fucken mistake letting Irene's mate to be killed because he is some vampire from creepy world. Haven't heard of them for a long serious time. I think they fear us a lot. They fear our world a lot, they know we both suck for blood, we both thirst for blood. This is one of the reason love wasn't an exception in our life. I think we love just our Mate and our beloved ones, families and children. Only those people matters to us so much.

I let my eyes see how close the sun is, how, even if I only rest here, it will come to me with all strength and brilliance. I faced the guy again. "You know what, darling? The Embassy in Mahar City is a technologically advanced metropolis, utilizing advanced science and engineering to make life easier for its plutocratic citizens. However, we are set in a dystopian world where it contrasts the lives of us— the poor District residents with those of the cutting-edge Mahar citizens. Despite cataclysmic natural disasters and human-made war, the astounding technological innovations of Mahar appear from area to area in the form of hovercrafts, flying ships, and miracle medicine. In those other dis

Would the Mothers be able to continue with their way of life now that the rest of the world could easily find out all of the rumors were true and then some? The cause was an idea--an ideology. It was a picturesque utopia where the world would become a better place through her efforts if she did her best to fight for them. Adam wasn’t some thought in her head. He was real. His existence didn’t depend on the agreement of thousands of people or the brute force of those wishing to change the status quo. Why would she care more about something that might never be than a person that was? Someone who cared deeply about her?

The caves were Martian territories, newly modified by Humans who found succour, living in peaceful co-existence with the Martians amidst the violent chaos outbreak that drained all positive energy on ‘Dystopia’, the new world after the apocalypse. The inhabitants of Dystopia were classified into three major categories of species which includes: the Human race who were originally from planet Earth, the Martians who came from planet Mars, as well as the vicious Erisians originally from the dwarf planet Eris. Unlike the Martians who look like giant versions of Humans, the Erisians are more of extraterrestrial creatures who look absolutely nothing like Humans. Outside of these three main categor

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution. Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare. In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

She guessed it made sense for her subconscious to draw upon a setting she knew so well. She found it quite amusing to dream about a dystopian San Diego, because in many ways the place was not all that different from a volkaane settlement. The energy fields produced by electrical and battery-operated vehicles and appliances attracted dangerous portals to another world, so they had been dismantled and outlawed. There were no cars, no televisions, no phones—her subconscious must have played a role in that, too. In any case, Rave certainly would have felt right at home in such a place.

They tried to look for the exit as they wanted to leave the area as soon as possible. On their way back, they surely did not hold back and tried to gather various mystical plants.They could at least take as much treasure as they could to compensate for their loss of mana. Despite the previous destruction brought by the clash between them and the army of the undead, there were still places that were not badly affected. They walked for another kilometers before they reached the edge of Dystopia. Dystopia turned out to be some sort of Island being surrounded by bodies of water. But while the group was contemplating how they would leave the place, the rocky shore appeared in the middle of the

“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.