Bedlam. Really, it's just a nicer word for the Loony-bin; the Nuthouse. In this place, you can't trust anyone. Not the doctors, not the patients. No one. 'The Cleansing.' A term used as a euphemism for 'Mass Genocide.' The Civil Order demanded that everyone with a 'Mental Disease' must be placed in an institution, or killed. Soon, the institutions filled up, and all that was left was the second option. No one EVER escaped an institution. It was said to be impossible. But one day, there is a disturbance among the cells.... someone was trying to escape.... [PG-13] For mild language, violence, gore, and mild substance usage I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL COVER PHOTO. I ONLY EDITED IT.

From a young age we were always told to never go outside, that our community would always protect us, until we turned 16. This story is about a sixteen year old boy and how he, and his partner in crime, were kidnaped by 'aliens'. See, people became so scared of them that they locked themselves in buildings and never saw the light of day because of the fear of being taken. #1 in distopian as of 4/22/2019 #2 in lgbt as of 3/14/2020

When seventeen-year-old Eliza Witheree's family is taken to a safe haven in Washington D.C by the National Guard after an international bioterrorist group threatens the world with nuclear weapons, Eliza and her baby sister are accidentally left behind. Eliza quickly learns the bombs launched by the bioterrorist group are no ordinary nuclear weapons: the radiation that poisons the air proceeding the initial bomb blast does not affect children, and it leaves some adults zombified. Thrust into a world of flesh-eating monsters who were once adults, shadow-playgrounds of cities, children waging war on each other, and terrorists in hazmat suits kidnapping children, Eliza has three goals: Survive, keep her little sister safe, and get the hell to Washington DC so she can find the rest of her family. The world has ended, and it will push a sharp-witted, nerdy young woman to extremes as every odd is stacked against her. Stay low. Kill first. Die last.

My name is Violet Mercer. When I was about 4, I watched my parents die. A few weeks later, I was branded and shipped off with a bunch of other kids to my new fate, to train and learn for 10 years until I was sold to someone else as a slave. Brutal beginning? Yeah. But it's the truth. See, here's the thing. A few years back--maybe a little under 50--we humans did something stupid. It was part of an experiment called G42 by some genetics company that was trying to speed up evolution. What did they do? Well, they altered specific genetic strands to see if they could create a sort of super-human. Their answer? Yes. But there was a flaw in their plan. These new 'evolved' humans, or 'evos', were everything they could have hoped for--strong, and fast, and smart. Practically immortal, too, so what was the problem? They were born without emotions. Maybe this doesn't sound too bad to you, but our emotions? They're what make us human. What happened next was kinda inevitable: the Evos took over. There are two strands of DNA--get one, and your set for life. Get the other, good luck living to see past your sweet sixteen. And if you are one of the crazy (or brave, depending on who you ask) people who dares to bring a child into this world, you could give them the best, longest life ever, or doom them to an early death after a suckish life. So, yeah. Our world is screwed up. And we can't go to G42 for a solution, because as soon as the Evos realized the possibilities, they slaughtered everyone who might know something and blew up the facility. Now, dear reader, are you beginning to understand the use of emotions? This is my story. I still don't know how it ends, whether it was all for better or worse. But you're here. So go ahead and read. Maybe we'll both learn a little something. Welcome to my life. I hope you survive in this new world. By Earthstone #567 in Teen Fic on 6/17/2016

'They wore uniform grey, their expression hard and distant, their muscles taut with expectation, as if at any moment they were ready to lead an assault, to carry out orders, to kill, to die. And yet they were. Kingston had trained these children to kill at a word, to obey their masters without question. They were machines, the ultimate weapons in modern warfare. Children, as young as seven and as old as eighteen, stood impeccable and fearless, but it was what was hidden in their minds that was to be feared most of all.' Nineteen-year-old Charlotte Owens has entered her final year at Kingston Academy and, together with her best friends, she plans on making it through the year in one piece, away from the scrutinising eye of the headmaster and the founder's son. However, when she discovers that she has been thrust into the role of Head Girl, working alongside a boy she can hardly stand, not only are her plans for anonymity destroyed, but her plans for making it through the year at all seem to be in danger of becoming a wistful dream. Charlotte finds herself faced with the monstrous task of learning to play a game for survival in a world that seems determined to destroy her. Not only fighting for her life, Charlotte must also fight to gain control over the genetic alterations that plague her mind, in an effort to become the soldier she must be. A dark and tense tale of the battle between good and evil, Altered brings to life a strange and deadly world full of power and intrigue, as well as casting light on many secrets that so many hoped would remain undiscovered. This is Book One of Altered

In a distopian world, far from the likes of ours, you are tested for your aptitudes. You are graded on a scale, Level zero to five. Based on your level, you are given a power. This power contains your brainwaves and outputs them to a superhuman ability. But what happens when the test is wrong?