Dystopian Future Books Novels & Stories

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

He remembered the first note. He'd written it seriously four years ago. After graduation, he would marry Nellie. That had been his biggest wish. But the second note was soaked in regret. It said if he could do it over, he never would've lived with her before marriage. The third was worse. It said he wanted a divorce. It even called Gwen his true love. Those two notes were dated six years in the future. Ridiculous. Joshua almost laughed.

“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.”

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

"How dark your life is!" "Sorry," Hyomi said briefly, still with his flat attitude. She didn't want to add to the trouble with this capricious man. Tch! Why do I have to do such a ridiculous thing. Memorize the song and its creator? You are crazy! XD has immense popularity. In fact, almost all XD-L in this world are able to memorize XD's songs and their creators. No doubt, if Jun calls Hyomi's life dark. Always living in a pile of manuscripts.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Nico's voice dropped low. "Yeah, anyone but Zane—our biggest rival." Rhett snorted, growing more sure of himself. "Freya, is this your way of provoking us? Thinking we'd come running back, begging you to stop so we'd stop being good to Daisy?" "Pathetic. Daisy is the only one who matters to us. Don't play these games—you might end up with no way out again." Nico and Arlo relaxed at his words. Arlo narrowed his eyes at me. "Freya, you shouldn't gamble with your own future like this. You should know by now that no one's more important than Daisy. You can't compete."

“That’s very Slaughterhouse-Five of you.” For those who don’t know, Slaughterhouse-Five is probably the most famous book by Kurt Vonnegut. Although it’s an anti-war story about the firebombing of Dresden during World War II, it’s also a science fiction novel. Among other insane plot points, the main character and a woman he’s never met get abducted by aliens and put in a zoo on the aliens’ home planet, where the extraterrestrials watch them exactly like humans would watch a pair of chimpanzees in a cage here on Earth.