Short Dystopian Novels Novels & Stories

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

“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.

I pumped my cock hard and fast and with more pumps, the ribbons of cum after cum, splashed across the glass. I sighed, I have never cummed this hard in my whole life, just by masturbation. Fuck, Raina for making me so desperate. *** I flipped the page of my new classic book 'Nineteen Eighty-Four by - George Orwell' This is one hell of a dystopian book I am reading right now. "I have already read this book" I look at the side, as I feel the bed dipped from my side. My heart pounded against my chest as I saw her wearing nothing, all bare naked like the day she was born, I licked my lips, as I saw her pink stones protruding, begging for me to come and give them some warmth.

Prologue: The Catastrophes of War. Third Person's Point of View. Blood could be foreseen everywhere. The shout was echoing as if it was the normal voice tweet of birds. Two swords colliding and develop a sound of blacksmith's enhancing weapon. All creatures are dying by the catastrophes of wars. One before dying wishing to be spared, while the other one before vanishing, wishing that someone will end this war. Warlocks, Wizards, Deity, Dryads, Elf, Werewolves, Faeries, and Harpies executing oneself's race.

Seeing the poor girl’s trembling in fear, Utopia gradually calmed down and erased the murderous thoughts she had for that despicable prince. “Yes, please.” The servant ran fast as if she was in a running competition or that some kind of wild animal had scared the wits out of her. Sighing for the umpteenth time today, she drag herself to one of her favorite shelf and ran her fingers on the velvety feelings of the hardbound books her ancestors have collected throughout the years. As she was scanning for books that would interest her, she found a peculiar one on the top part of the shelf that seems to be purposely hidden from their sight.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

“Go, then! I applaud your courage. You can go to Kudák in safety, and there you will see what is to be done further. Grodzitski is an old soldier; he will give you the best of advice. And I will go to the prince without fail. If I have to fight in my old age, I would rather fight under him than anyone else. Meanwhile I will get boats for you, and guides who will take you to Kudák.” Kazumas lipped out, and went straight to his quarters on the square, in the prince's house, to make his final preparations. In spite of the dangers of the journey mentioned by Zastvil, the lieutenant thought of it not without a certain satisfaction. He was going to behold the Danstar in its whole length, almost to

~BRAKOON~ Every detail of what happened in Dystopia after the apocalypse, was stuck in my memory. I never remembered the part about who I was, my history or anything else apart from the War. I was at war with some soldiers, brutally slashing their throats and diving my swords to gut out their bellies, I killed about a hundreds of them in such cold blooded manner, but the soldiers kept coming… in countless numbers. They were a huge army with purple striped armour, trooping from every corners of the battlefield and circling me at the middle. More than half of the soldiers were the Erisian creatures. I watched people with the same color of armour as I, falling off from horses without their head

She reached forward and patted Tara’s knee, “We’ll focus on that when you’re well again. I need to go fix dinner. Dennis is like a bear if he doesn’t have a full belly.” Tara knew Dennis would be anything but a bear if there was no dinner, but feeling needed like that seemed to comfort her childless aunt; so, she said nothing. A successful writer, Eva often imposed the traits of her characters onto her companions. The siblings lovingly tolerated Eva’s eccentricities -that apparently ran on both sides of the family in one form or another. “How’s your novel coming?” Tara asked quietly between spoonfuls of the delicious soup. “What’s it about? I can’t remember.”