Dystopian Society Novels & Stories

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world.

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.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

Everywhere he looked, he saw signs of a prosperous and peaceful society. But as he continued to dream, he began to see the darker side of his kingdom's success. He saw the working-class citizens toiling away in factories, their faces etched with exhaustion and despair. He saw the divide between the wealthy elite and the struggling masses, and he realized that his success had come at a great cost.

Roland couldn't help but wonder how the author had managed to expose this dark underbelly of their seemingly civilized society. "The author doesn't mince words," Roland murmured, his brow furrowed in thought. "He boldly declares the entire concept of nobility to be a poison, hindering the Empire's progress." The book argued that the rigid social structure, which denied commoners access to education and opportunities, stifled the potential of the vast majority of the population.

Including the request from him that request the Emperor to meet him at his place, even if the emperor of this generation didn't have much political power, he was still the emperor at the end of the days. But from the information, all of them got from Major Shen and the soldiers who went to the otherworld told them that the other side of society is the society with the rule of the jungle. Of course, there’s the law that governs the society but law can only be used to a certain extent and couldn’t be forced on the people who are too strong and could level a mountain with their bare hand.

Women had it easy, the ugly looking man thought. They just had to open their legs wide and they could get free meals. They only had to stay docile within their caged thrones as consequence. Men like him had to lie, steal, kill and bleed to have a chance at life in these wastelands. Equality was a dream of fools. It does not exist. At least, not in this world. "It's an ugly world. Maybe even uglier than I am. Hahaha!" the ugly looking man thought as he waited for the wide eyed boy before him to get over his stunned state. He believed that the boy was a smart one. The boy will eventually make the right decision.

Nikolai stood above them, not knowing that by doing so he was not truly with them. Dmitri sighs at the sight of the desolated town. People are too scared to go out unless there is some important work. The once lively streets are now empty and except for a few people, there is almost nothing left. People are too afraid of the Emperor’s Patrol Squad who are active in weeding out potential threats. Forced kidnapping and disappearances are almost common. The people who once rode on the victory of revolution are now cowardly and meek under the scrutiny of Emperor Eduard. “All the talk about freedom turned to naught,” Dmitri remarks. “Pity.”

The dwellers were thin to the bones and were wearing tarnished and ragged clothes. “This was called the valley of the dead because people who live here were considered dead by the government. They are outcasts. Every night they are drowned with their thoughts on how to survive the remaining days of their lives. Humans could commit sins in words, deeds, and thoughts. Their dark thoughts at night accumulated huge darkness but when the sun rises it would cease. They’ll forget it since they’ll get busy enough looking for food to eat that it won’t even cross their minds.” His eyes remained straight on the road.

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