Dystopian Society Novels & Stories

If you were weak, the flow of time would inevitably consume you, plunging your very being into the sea of a forgotten dark abyss. Since time immemorial, people desired to control their own fate, be independent and follow their own minds. But society as a whole couldn't function like that, or rather, the strong didn't want the world to continue in its own chaotic flow. Rules were set up, some beneficial and some detrimental, all to appease the ideals of those who stand at the top. Society was finally being formed, and those docile weaklings had no choice but to follow up with it. Those who became its leaders were revered as gods, having inestimable power and wealth.

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

Everything is about monetary gain and if you don't got the green you better have a way to survive. Help wont come when you need it. There is no home and having shame is a simple thing of the past. We all tell people to have hope. We tell them that if they work hard enough that change will eventually come and with that change they will find their happy ending. I've watched humans kill for that happy ending. I've committed murder when a tyrant thought to torture the only good thing in this world I have ever found in this fucked up place. Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it.

she asked as if making sure "Yeah." "I'm not a genius about human bodies but one thing i know is it's dangerous to force the body to that kind of drug. Why are they doing this now?" I whispered to her carefully making sure no one can hear me "Because they are in need of more manpower in Society One?" she guessed "Or maybe because we're running out of supplies?" I tilted my head to show that I don’t agree to what she just said. "That's impossible, Ana. If they need manpower, they would build more AIs and there small possibility of the latter but they can also modify our foods to reproduce them," I paused.

(ongoing) d. ink itt The Safe Space Series: Overpopulation has taken a toll on society. Space, food, and money are limited commodities. With the population so high, a world law has gone into place, the first of its kind: One child per family. It's a felony otherwise. And unwanted children? They go to adoption agencies - a twisted version of the family making system we know. These adoptees are workers, paid with room and board until they turn 18 and are sent out in the world with a stipend and a prayer. But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be?

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

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 say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

I was haunted and was only left to be killed just like the rest in the society who had been sacrificed for speaking out the truth they knew in the society about the government. The marked the end of the relationship I shared with Sam and a new life inside my unwanted planet. I was the unwanted in the society, nobody knew me or where I came from because I had no home, I had no memory of my home and as I looked up into the thick clouds I saw no future in my destination. The only hope I had where my children, I took them with me wheresoever I was going to and where I find rest for the night that was where I laid them. Aka was twelve then, he knew what we were passing through but just didn’t hav

James's world detonated into an instant kaleidoscope of images and sensations. He glimpsed maybe futures: a climatically shredded world, another annihilated by nuclear war, societies collapsing under the weight of inequality and unrest. Then, an alternative world—a world of technology as liberation and resolution for all humankind's most elusive ills: a place where both poverty and sickness were only memories, and man reached toward the stars. The Shadow Council held the puppet strings. James gasped and the visions faded. His head spun with a feeling of his whole world off kilter.