Dystopia Story Ideas Novels & Stories

"Then tell me, what should I do?" Zoey puffed her cheeks. "I have no idea." Cyrus’ eyes grew distant. "Then we take our time. We wait. Time favors us, and the advantage sits with me." For now, only one scenario troubled him: the slim chance that the other 29 buildings would unite. In this apocalyptic world, everyone schemed against everyone. Within a single housing complex, 30 buildings had already formed completely different micro-civilizations. Cyrus’ #25 and groups like the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves ruled through brute force and killing. Lyla relied on brainwashing. Brandon enforced strict order to create a peaceful, conflict-free micro-society.

A book materialized before him, its cover blank. The first question appeared on its pages, written in glowing script: What is the price of knowledge? Zara’s Dilemma Back in the expanse, Zara’s resolve was being tested. The girl continued to show her visions—scenes of a world shaped by the Nexus’s power. She saw peace and prosperity, but at a cost. Villages were erased, lives were rewritten, and those who resisted were cast aside. “This isn’t justice,” Zara said, her voice shaking. “This is tyranny.”

The witches were not to be trusted, and after the story my father gave us, it was more evident that we needed to be careful and be on our guard. I returned to our apartment to relax. Desiree was exhausted, and I allowed her to rest. I noticed she was deep in thoughts instead of sleeping, so I had to ask her why. She turned around in bed and rested her chin on her hand. "I have been thinking," she started, stating the obvious, and I did not say a word. "What if we can place our country under a magical dome, like a force field? We won't have to bother about clearing ash again and attacks, too," she said, and I smiled at her because it was a fantastic Idea. As the word fantasy implied, it was i

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

No other creatures must govern the earth, not anything or anyone who wishes to destroy it. In this story, the humanoids reflect no other than the greediness of anyone who does not care for the environment. Technology is on its advanced breakthroughs, gaining powerful regime. They are humanoids in their act of evil plans, causing harm to the people of the world. The people are at risk at present and in the futures. Deprivation of freedom is one way to overpower them. Sad reality to accept that the earth belongs to those who can get the power and be manipulative. Somehow the people feel the longing for the “cure” to be found. It seemed like they are locked in their invisible cages, not knowin

“These guys have heads that belong on ants or grasshoppers. How many species invaded us? I wonder if they realize what’s really overtaking the planet back home? Are the preparations we’re making to eliminate them going to be enough?” “It’s a gruesome sight, isn’t it?” Olga said to Ari. “I’m used to seeing zombies strewn about, but I’ve never seen an alien. I didn’t know they were killable. It makes me want to reconsider distributing the cure. These walking corpses just might be the solution for getting our planet back.” “I agree, auntie. If only we could do it without having to live amongst them,” Felix sighed. “I’d say hang onto that cure until these freaks are eliminated.”

Sometimes she would look at me but then look away as she is invested with what she’s saying. “What I want is a whole new planet--not a country, planet. Where it's just me and my friends and those who are treated like shit by society. And with that, we could live better and we are our own authors--where our books can be published. Where we could be who we want to be and no one will say bullshit. Also: I will put a lot of rules--like the ten commandments--to keep the world a safe place. If bad people can enter, we fight them and kick them out of the world with no mercy, just like almost everybody around us. Why think of building a new world? Because no one is appreciated much unless you do wha

The architectural designs were mind-blowing and the storyline was a utopian story about two workers in the same architectural firm who had fallen in love with one another but couldn't date because of the company's extreme policies. As I got immersed in the movie, I realised this world was completely a mirror of mine. There were the same themes of love, business, proud bosses and subservient workers. They had thought processes like we do in the real world and this made me wonder whether there are multiple universes like this which are similar to my world but invisible to the naked eye. Eden City was starting to look like just a normal world to me but I shuddered when I remembered seeing Kai's

My mother used to tell me a story about the Old World, how it shined too brightly and too soon— until it couldn’t anymore. For a long time, the Old World moved into an endless spin towards the age of technology— and then it stopped. My mother would say, that for a time, the people went on their ways and made lives. And then a plague hit the land and wiped the world of its beautiful palm trees, towering glass buildings, and self-driving machines that can take you to faraway places.