Novel Utopia Novels & Stories

However, it was difficult for him to reject David’s suggestion. There was a chance to make Planet Buck stronger and more competitive. They would be able to protect themselves when enemies came. As the ruler of Planet Buck, there was no way Utopia could turn him down. Utopia knew how it felt to not be able to defend yourself when someone was attacking your planet. He watched his people die one by one, and their population which had numbered nearly a hundred million had decreased over time, leaving only a few million left. Yet, there was nothing he could do.

I couldn't help myself and that word escaped my lips. "Whoa" I heard the others mumble when their eyes fell on the wonder that I was seeing. "Amazing isn't it?" Said the large dude standing in front of another group of 10 hybrids. A Utopia, like a fairytale land stood behind them. It was a whole hidden city in the middle of nowhere in Africa. Huge skyscrapers, surrounded by beautiful green vegetation, concrete roads and buildings. It was like fucking Wakanda!! "I apologize for any inconvenience you might've faced on your way here" The large man standing at the center of the group said.

When memorable came to the store and stood in line, then in the queue he heard a conversation between two strangers about the possibility of the existence of Paradise on earth: "Constantine, do you think we can build a Paradise on earth?" - Alexander, Communists wanted to build "Paradise on earth". Christians are waiting for the second coming. Buddhists worship Buddha to help them become enlightened. All these people are United by one desire-the desire to achieve the impossible. We believe in utopia because we run from reality. We do not want to accept a cruel and meaningless reality. "Constantine, Why don't we accept reality?"

"They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'." This was the "Playful-Era." On Novus, the "Great-Canopy" became a place of impossible physics. Water flowed upward if the children sang to it. The "Soot-Walkers" built houses made of "Frozen-Mist" that were warmer than the old steam-pipes. The "Sea of Glass" became a "Canvas," where the history of the future was painted in shifting colors of liquid-light. The Union were no longer the "Mechanics of Survival"; they were the "Artists of Existence."

The pleasant images of the utopian cities disappeared, and something far darker emerged beneath the pristine surface. Ava noticed the shift immediately. In New York, Luca’s grip on the network tightened as he felt the hidden rot beneath the Betrayer's paradise. The Architect looked physically sick. There was more to this perfect empire. Much more. Elias let out a long, weary sigh, then nodded his head. "Fair." The beautiful cities vanished entirely from the network's feed, replaced by a new sequence of images. It showed the exact same worlds, the exact same people, and the exact same unbroken peace. But now, Ava could see the structural horror of the design.

The remote areas were left to the whims of Mother Nature. The majority of the planet didn’t fare well under the nuclear onslaught, nor did its people. Those who weren’t wealthy or connected enough to retreat to an underground facility when the bombs were released suffered bodily mutation of the most grotesque form. Plant life and animal life was also either mutated or destroyed. Food became such a scarcity that people took to eating each other. Prepared for the devastation the nuclear bombing would cause, the New World Order outfitted its army with special gear and wearing apparel to patrol the earth’s surface within days of the blast. It took a number of years and many lost lives before th

Aslan asked. "The real Eternal Prosperity. A real utopia," Harriet seriously said. Utopia... "But, it can only apply to the people of Antarcticite or the land of Icy Mountains," Harriet added. "Isn't that... also another form of isolation?" Aslan asked again.

Thousands of thousand years ago, when the world is still young, a certain Utopia rises in the vast seas above the horizon. It omits a luminous light that allures different creatures –giants, beasts, fairies, angels, demons, werewolves and even humans, millions of miles away. It was a strong kingdom showered with prosperity.

Science and arts developed peacefully, never threatened by wars or epidemics; remaining purposely hidden to protect their wealth of knowledge from the calamities that habitually plagued their brothers and sisters in the outside world. But a tremendous force was soon to befall the Earth and even this Utopia was doomed to distraction if they stayed their place. Perhaps a great flood or an invading force of epic proportions; the exact reason is not known. But the story tells that the people of the island escaped by moving their societies into those tunnels and rebuilding their civilization entirely underground. No longer an island but a subterranean kingdom leaving no trace on the surface but t

Utopia was angry. Angry at him for saying trash. Angry to herself as she felt the blooming hope inside her heart after hearing his words. ‘Grant us a second chance?! Is he out of his mind!! He does not have any conscience at all!’ Her thoughts were full of ways of how to kill that weasel who only knew how to torment her. After she had walked out of that stuffy place, Utopia found herself sitting in the secluded corner of the library. The maid who was assigned to clean the area saw her barging inside with such scary face that she almost ran for her life.