Distopía Stories

When the sky breaks open in crimson and meteors fall around the world, something strange awakens. Creatures emerge, reality begins to distort, and forces from another universe ignite a conflict that...

Joel desperta num mundo familiar, mas onde nada parece encaixar - nem mesmo as pessoas que deveriam conhecê-lo. Quando uma estranha chamada Clementine desperta lembranças que ele não deveria ter, Joel percebe que há algo profundamente errado com a sua própria realidade. Enquanto tenta entender o que está acontecendo, ele se vê preso entre versões conflitantes da verdade. (Multiversos de Mim)

Tras desatada una guerra con armas biológicas nuestro protagonista tendrá que aprender a sobrevivir por su cuenta en un mundo consumido por la guerra . El siempre estará acompañado por un ser desconocido que lo guiara para sobrevivir y no morir en el intento.

To others they see nothing but blank pages, but that's not what I see. I see a whole world.

"- Sshh, neném, - ela cochicha, voz trêmula e os braços abraçando firme sua filhinha contra seu peito, - to aqui com você. Mas você precisa ficar quietinha, meu amor. - ela tenta e falha em silenciar completamente a bebê de um ano que se agita em seu colo. A mulher ouve passos se aproximando. Logo forçarão a entrada, estão batendo em sua porta. O som das suas botas ecoa no silêncio da casa. "

Up and down the alleyway ran two bright ribbons of grass, seeming out of place in the otherwise very gray city. Short houses lined down the lane, each with less grass than that of even the two strands in the vacant way. And though the city wasn't properly addressed with a formal name, it was named quite fittingly by it's people and the world around it. As everyone, everything, and every hope and every dream were broken, completely shattered, it was dubbed just that. The Broken City.

Are we so much addicted to the oil that we are ready to sacrifice our future? Are we so brutally dependent on our employment that we kill our own soul's desires? Can we ever fulfill our dreams without need to have money? look for answers here.

I sit on the end of my bed with my hair standing on end. My face is drenched in sweat and I can't see anything. They called my name from what seemed like miles away. They were trying to reach for me, but I wouldn't help them. I kept trying to move but I couldn't. I couldn't even blink. I stood there forced to watch them trying to grab me to hold on to. To wake me from my frozen posture, but I couldn't be reached. I was stuck, and so were they. ~~~

My first memory is blue. You heard me right, blue, like the color blue. In our society there is a split second after you are born where you are unlabeled, free. That split second will determine your life, and your future- forever. ~ This name will be changed eventually~

A story following a young man named Vexiron who is determined to find out the inner-workings of Valthia: a district city in the year 3058 of which is divided into districts assigned to production projects in order to create the perfect capitol: Valthia capitol city. The capitol is described as a "dream," but really it is overpopulated with cookie-cutter socialites, over industrialized with technology congesting the city, and it supposedly promises life of constant luxury and "true happiness." Additionally, Valthia is run by a dictator-like president in the anarchistic-democracy society, where the president is basically a monarch, only pretending to rule the city in a semi-democratic manor. So, the people have no power. And after World War V, the world was exhausted of all natural resources we previously used for power like, oil and other fossil fuels. So, how does the city manage to power all the technology? President Aaronax calls it the Miracle Serum...But what is it? Vexiron will attempt, with his new friend Zala, to investigate. Will they succeed? and will they possible fall in love in the process?

Anthony Padilla POV Yeah Vidcon was great, I couldn't wait for the after party in Sacramento but why did we get on that plane. We are killing our own kind, we're starving and all under the watchful eye of the "Commander". Any one out there save us, please.

My entry for @contests 's contest! It will be sad, just a warnin'! ^_^

La historia de un chico Zeta que pese a pensar que lleva una vida totalmente normal una serie de acontecimientos le hacen darse cuenta de que parece no ser asi.

My name is Brea. I'm 16 years old, and I live in a perfect world, except for the fact that it's not. I am not who they say I am, and everyone is not who they claim to be. I have been fixed, we all have, but I seem to be the only one who noticed.

(Written in 2013) A young boy on an far-away human colony, is selected to take part in an experimental program in which the line between artificial intelligence and humanity is being blurred.

"Nuestra patria ha caído" es una novela original sobre un mundo distópico de Lima, Perú, en tiempos actuales. 15 de junio de 2025. Un Día del Padre aparentemente cualquiera. Pero las placas tectónicas no piensan lo mismo. Sí, temblor. De 6.1 de magnitud. Aunque no es un temblor cualquiera. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙦𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙮𝙥𝙖 𝙦𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙞.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!! The world is in ruins, one continent left and just a random bunch of islands around the globe. Humanity tried to destroy itself: from a nuclear bomb destroying the glaciers, drowned cities, the government wanting to start a pandemic and a Great War! But none of that is important, most people don't even care about the history that led them to live in London, or why the world is such a dystopia, people just want to survive. When Striker meets Starlight he ruins the peaceful schedule of her everyday life. She went from a quiet day to a suicide mission. But there both hiding things. They need to save the world. Simple enough, but when they've both got voices in their dreams telling them different things and possessing their slumber, their quest gets complicated. How are they supposed to save the world when they can't even trust themselves let alone each other? Started to write this: 29.05.2020 10:03 PM

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When the sun never rose 5 years ago we made the "Down Under" where we live now. The "Overworld" was unknown and mysterious. Only the bravest went up, and some never Came back down. My name is Sol, I'm 12 and almost of age to start work. they always tell us storys about how up in the other world it was horrible but, nothing is worse than this life.