Orwell Stories

A Revolução dos Bichos, de George Orwell, se passa numa granja liderada, inicialmente, pelo Sr. Jones. Porém, insatisfeitos com a dominação e exploração e liderados pelo Porco Major, os animais decidem fazer uma revolução. E agora vão lidar com as consequências do movimento. Nessa pequena fábula há uma crítica a um forte contexto histórico na Revolução Russa e Stalinismo. Como será que os animais vão lidar com a "autonomia'?

(NOTE: This fanfiction is satire, If you have anything negative to say please take it elsewhere because im too tired to argue with someone over a fanfiction of napoleon and snowball from animal farm. Oh this takes place after the 1954 version btw) After the events of Animal Farm 1954, snowball starts having a crush on napoleon, but Squealer finds out... what will happen in this chaotic story? Will Squealer tell Napoleon ?

Guest Inferior 4286 has a pointless existence, her memory has been ebbed away by the countless 'suppressors' that her swab offers her and her only human contact is through randomly generated interactions. However the dreams of fire plague her every waking moment. Through her chance interaction with Kashmir, Guest Inferior 4286 starts to question why she is in Facility at all.

In a pseudo-religious Orwellian world subjects are being conditioned in a Big Brother esky style where the purpose is heavy ideology and indoctrination of the individual. Subject X10 is one of the many subjects who is put through these conversions as he faces the sensory deprived Orwellian spokesperson who barks his orders down the screens in the cell and into the electronic chip placed within Subject X10. Inspired by the music video, Alpha Omega by the Architects. This is my own interpretation of the music video and what occurs within it.

Taking Requests- Various one shots for the 2017 movie Split ❤

Winston has always thought O'Brien was brilliant. With a brain as beautiful as his face, O'Brien always managed to stun him even when he was torturing him...

Il più famoso dei romanzi fantascientifici

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My project attempts to highlight some directions in which I see language heading. Despite my relatively short 25 years, I continue to see an innumerable number of imperceptible changes, becoming the course in which our nation will navigate throughout the remainder of my life. Whilst not cast in 1984-style terms, my project attempts to paint that world, that will be familiar yet vastly different. I see it as a world devoid of humour, without colour and in want of a solution. The reasons for writing are simple. I have read speeches and heard articles on the state of political correctness in modern society. These are reactive to the current state of affairs, but lack the perspective of where this trend is heading. But more importantly, in speaking to as many people as possible, encompassing numerous occupations and backgrounds, I’m yet to find a genuine advocate for political correctness. I concede they exist, though I believe them to be very much in the minority, meanwhile the large majority of the population, unknowingly operate under the yoke of this growing gag. On a drastically scaled up level from my argument, C.S. Lewis’ words from The Screwtape Letters seem apt: ‘Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.’ I fear for the future of language, and the knock on effects that its belittlement will cause to the simple right of one to express themself in a fearless, honest manner.

1984's Fanfiction

Luis is stranded on a full vegetation filled planet!

When Lorna suddenly disappears from her room, Selma's life as a part of THISTLE's workforce is thrown from clockwork like regularity into a fight for her survival. It's time for her to realise just how dangerous the world really is.

To keep the machine running, order must be maintained.