Slouching Towards Utopia Novels & Stories

Finding it impossible to speak another word, the rest of my blame backed up my throat. Julia’s caterwauling grew louder. Deafening. And I felt like stripping myself bare and running butt naked to a place farther away than Africa. Away to a place where bad things never happened. What’s the route to Utopia? Was I to just close my eyes and imagine myself there? For once, couldn’t the fucking place just be real?!

Jax asked. “A world,” I said slowly, “where no one can be turned into what I was without understanding exactly what they’re giving up. Where no one’s brain gets rewritten for someone else’s convenience. Where the tools we built either die or are leashed so hard they can’t be abused without setting off every alarm we can design.” “And what happens to Kane in this utopia?” Lucien asked. “For clarity.” “He loses everything he built on my mind,” I said. “And he gets to live with knowing I was the one who tore it down.”

Utopia, a place where flowers bloom in rich soil. Birds were chirping from the great trees that were standing inside the great walls protecting its urban city. It was so innocent outside yet it reeked of impurity inside. The seductive music broke the quietest of evenings from the nightclubs constructed in a specific place: at the southeastern borders of the Utopian walls, through the narrow alleyways near the center square. The noise was also accompanied by the people hooting and groaning to the immoral show on stage in front of them. Indeed, the sight was so mesmerizing that one could be drawn like some kind of drug was injected to them.

He suppressed dissent, he didn't promote it. Lane leaned forward, a smug smile on his lips. "Visionary, Julian? Heavy words. Most would consider it obstructionist." His hard, snapping eyes swung to Jonah. "Tell me, Mr. Miles, what is the vision? A utopia where we all hold hands and sing kumbaya and our competition lunches on us?" There was some sycophantic laughter at the table. Jonah returned Lane's look, his gaze not wavering. He did not look to Clarkson for support.

Aelanor's eyes opened with the clamour of bustling businesses coming from the open window. Her companions slept through the din, except Saayan who was nowhere to be seen around the room. She walked up to the window and looked down. Her homeland might be called Utopia, but as she looked down at the cobbled street with all kinds of races, haggling and laughing and helping each other carry weights of marine life from the ships, she realised that the real utopia was here. Here, every creature was welcome. No one was looked down upon by others- except for that female orc in the tavern- she thought resentfully. Here, creatures would not fight for power, and here, no one would be banished by their

He knew I wasn't joking because I did not like her to begin with. We arrived at the Utopia after a two hours drive, using Mason's untarred road. It was a bumpy ride, but it was faster than the original road which took five hours to get there. Mason and I decided we would tar or cement the road, whichever was wallet-friendly to us. We were not as buoyant as we once were because of our businesses. We still used human currency, and we got dividends from shares and businesses but our restrictions hindered our business and stopped us from expanding further, and because the business world is ever-changing it had affected us tremendously. I guess we couldn't have it all. Something had to give.

Sameera told her viewers on livestream, pointing to the comet, which was now the size of two whales while running towards the bunker. “Oye! Now is not the time for your TokTok,” The maths teacher said as he escorted his and Asif’s classes, “Focus on the road ahead. The comet could hit us at any moment.” “This generation, I swear,” Suleiman’s father shook his head, running while carrying Junaid, Farrukh and Farha in his arms, “Slaves to technology.” “I know, right?” Qais said while looking at a livestream on the phone, “These streamers are so cringe.”

Too dead. Its new target is inevitable. The Council’s last bastion. A place they called the Zenith. A utopia of absolute order. A thousand worlds moving in perfect, silent synchrony. No crime. No conflict. No unwanted growth. A masterpiece of control. A cancer of perfection, in the Gardener’s eyes.

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

My heart was pounding even as my nose picked up the pungent scent of alcohol, and at the very next instant, I felt a large pair of arms wrapping firmly around me. He wasn't letting me go, and kept mumbling, "I missed you so much, darling. Come home with me, okay? I swear I won't ever see Sally anymore. "I don't blame you for getting an abortion. We will have more children from now on…" Realizing struggling won't work, I screamed on top of my lungs, "Let me go!!! Help!!! Somebody help!!!" It was a quiet night—upon hearing my voice, the neighbors all scrambled outside, hoes and shovels in hand as they whacked the man without a word.