Middle-grade Dystopias Novels & Stories

Olga shuddered from the morning chill as she forced her body to climb out of the sleeping bag that she’d snuggled in throughout the night. It seemed abnormally cold to her. Was it? Or was she simply getting soft after living in the compound that Rex led them to with his jacuzzi bath and soft mattresses, only to relocate to the village that offered those luxuries along with amenities such as modern medical equipment and motorized tools. It made her forget that the majority of the planet was doing without these things. Center Land made it easy to forget the total devastation that the world struggled to recover from.

of a thousand abandoned plotlines. ​[GENRE SHIFT: DYSTOPIAN RE-IMAGINING.] [SUB-TAG: SURVIVAL / FAMILY BETRAYAL.] ​"Leo?" Nora gasped, pushing herself up from the scrap heap. ​The child stood twenty paces away. But the "Leo" who had been a baby in a silk-lined bassinet was gone. The "Fast-Forward" of the Dystopian Genre had aged him. He appeared now as a boy of seven or eight, dressed in a tactical tunic made of woven "Silver-Code." His hair was a jagged crown of white, and his eyes—once the green of his father—were now two solid, unblinking pools of Molten Silver.

There is only one thing left to do, to hunt them down. IV Midwinter Town appeared over the horizon. Majestic tower touched the skies. Build in the side of the mountain, it was much easier to defend than a regular fortress, but still it need to be defended. Prince Yamato looked at the group that entered through the main gate. A group of stout lads, he wondered how many of them would die until this all was over. For the chances that there will be no deaths is equal to zero. And he knows this deep down. Sun Zhao, second-in-command, appeared from one of the buildings. “Spies, we have found spies.”

“Beach or mountain scenery?” Freddie thought for a moment, his brows coming together. “That's hard...” “That's what she said,” I immediately replied. “Are you going to say that every time?” Freddie asked, turning to give me a gentle glare. “Yup.” I grinned up at him. He chuckled and shook his head before settling back into his original spot. “I say mountains. We have beaches in Paradisa, but there are no mountains. What about you?” “We don't have beaches or mountains in the midwest,” I replied, buying myself some time to think about my answer.

Racism, police brutality, corporate slaves, extreme poverty, and an ever so visible class struggle between the pitiful and the blessed, hidden from the sight of the masses by a grandiose illusion conceived by the nature of man; these are the true colors of Midway. Ria and I need to flee from here the moment we find the missing pages in the book. And fulfilled our side of the deal. Trying to "fix" the errors of this dumpster is like trying to be Jesus, but for now, I'll make it a better place for when she wakes up. "Here, take mine. That's a new model." "T-Thank you?" "I'll be off now." I'm grateful for your offering, but may you please refrain from reminding me of the considerable distance b

He remembered everything, all the past he had been through with Hyomi, how he tried to get her out of her parents' clutches. Little Hyomi was left with little time to play with her peers. She could only watch the other children play snowballs through the window of her room. Books were Hyomi's only friends. Her parents always placed great demands on her education. But it was all too much. Hyomi was always confined, like doggie, her pet dog. While Jong was the only person who took pity on Hyomi when the girl could only look at her other friends with a drawn smile.

I am fourteen almost fifteen now, and so by tradition, I’m part of the Harvest. The old books I’ve read say that in the Old World, a man could go behind bars for marrying a woman below 18. But such law does not exist in the New World anymore. If it did, I would have been in bed at home by now, and not entertaining old noblemen who ask for dances and slide their hands under my pelvic bone. I guess when you’re halfway to extinction, people become desperate and they’re left with no choice.

“Yes, we risk making it boring. But, I think Mr. Rick will appreciate an organized paper rather than a messy one. Besides, we can pick two interesting works.” “What do you have in mind?” he asks softly. For no reason, his mellow voice and cooperativeness give my heart a certain jittery. It slowly starts pounding in a fluttering way. My expression softens considerably and so does my voice. “What about 1984 and Brave New World? Both are dystopian novels, but the societies described in each book are different. We can discuss the social orders and their influence on the societies.” That’s when I hear a long heavy sigh. He twirls his pen and looks up at me, revealing his sharp handsome features.

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. ****