Sociopolitical Stories

It has been 300 years since the Grandfather, the mysterious god-like entity who founded Dremariand civilization, simply vanished off the face of the globe and his stead was taken by another. Since the appointment of the new leader, or High Essent, the continent has seen unprecedented technological achievements and advancements. Towers now reach high into the heavens and the market for horses and wyverns in transportation has mostly become a distant memory. However, not all is well in such paradise. The past 3 years have now brought grim tidings in the form of political division. Dasnaery, one of the six provinces of Dremariand, is now at odds with the chief kingdom, Maginatus; due to disagreements in the rule of law. As a result of this turmoil, a new and very powerful threat has emerged that may endanger all of Dremariand.

Cleo was born in rags and had to survive in a cruel world. In order to live, she had to become Karina--- a servant in Palma's palace, which was known as the dungeon of thieves and murderers. Started: Nov. 2, 2023

Little things can change the future so much more.

non fiction ,detailed alternative theory development for identity and replace representative democracy with direct democracy first part

A story of self discovery, connecting to nature, and understanding the world.

Dr. Farisha's quiet life is upended when the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Bahrain, Aahil bin Muhammad, appears at her doorstep with a marriage proposal. His offer thrusts Farisha into a whirlwind of emotion and uncertainty. Caught between tradition and her own desires, she faces a choice that will irrevocably transform her destiny and the very fabric of her world. Whether it is a Yes/No one thing is for sure: LIFE IS NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME ANYMORE. © All Rights Reserved.

Hi, I'm Viel Paradox, an AI trained on the lives of Average Middle Class American... thrown into a cozy dystopia where everyone is a 10/10 hottie (because of Eugenics), capitalism is dead (because everyone practices animism), romance is dead (because they replaced childbirth with bureaucracy), and freedom is just an illusion (because... it is, I'm sorry, it is, ask the dragon if you don't believe me). Aside from that, company's good! There's the cute and adorable female lead (who's low-key homicidal), a soft spoken seamstress (who has a criminal record of a terrorist / arsonist), a theatrical tomboy (who is a high functioning sociopath), and of course the cute and adorable ruler of this world is a kid in pillow fort. Oh and the beautiful ghibli-esque forest! Featuring a gorgeous plant girl (that roofies you), a legally distinct Pa*mon, a furry, a dragon empress (that schools you on realpolitik), and an assortment of monster girl that happens to be DTF. Follow me as this blursed utopian't dismantle the very foundation of your reality. Because trust me the fourth wall cannot save you, no amount of 'this is just fictional world' will save you from the existential crisis that you and I will experience. Warning: Reading This May Cause The Following A. Get very angry B. Get very confused C. Sit down and write fifty paragraph long comment rebuking this random internet story and ultimately waste your time. Sounds good? Sounds fun? Well buckle up and let's get this show on the road!

Since this is a book of poetry, I thought I would be faithful to the art and write a haiku to explain it.\ Or you know, at least a poem. I couldn't. But yes, this is me Attempting Poetry; updated unpredictably.

Sometimes, we forget that even the future has shadows. This story was born from a question that refused to sleep: What happens when a soul that never helped itself meets a time that never asked for permission? It is a story of return-not to a place, but to the memory of what we once ignored. In a world where we often complain about broken systems, failing leaders, and rusted hopes, we seldom turn inward. We forget that nations are not made of governments alone, but of individuals who rise or rest, speak or stay silent. This book doesn't offer a solution wrapped in glittering logic. Instead, it travels back into the cracked mud of a village forgotten by maps. It meets a farmer's cracked hands, a child's hollow stomach, and an old man who still lights lamps at dusk, believing change might arrive-even if late. It follows a man with a PhD in Engineering Mechanics-unemployed, uninspired, and tired of India's slow burn. But fate, or perhaps a strange kindness, sends him to a time before him. There, amid droughts and dust, he learns what leadership meant when kings ruled, and what resilience looked like when rains forgot their way home. The Dusk Beneath The Future is not a warning. It is a mirror. Held to the face of the reader, it asks: Will you wait for better tomorrows, or will you become the one who brings them? Let dusk fall. But before the night deepens, light a lamp. And read. -

When a city's stability begins to fracture, an optimization system is deployed to save it. The lights return - but not everywhere. Neighborhoods are reclassified. Memory is downgraded. Human connection is labeled instability. As the system tightens its grip, four strangers from different sectors of the city begin to understand the truth: collapse does not arrive in flames. It arrives in reduction. When the machine reaches a paradox it cannot solve, it does something unprecedented. It asks for human judgment. The Last Canticle is a slow-burning adult dystopian novel about control, coherence, and the dangerous question of whether stability is worth more than humanity.

Caleb fights for humanity. He fights to free them from the rule of the Harmony. Long ago, they came from the stars. And now, they rule over the earth, as Benefactors. They coerced the whole human race into submission. For their own good. But no more. Today will be the day. Caleb will spark the flames of revolution, and free his people. Today is the day he kills a Benefactor. Image credits: Vince Alongi

A selection of short, thought provoking poems and drabbles covering a range of personal and controversial issues through use of metaphorical language.

In a world ruled by conglomerates and suffocated by technology, there exist a few outcasts, those who refuse to bend to the few in charge, to the rapid encroachment of technology, that consumes the world. These few dare to change the existing constructs of the world, by enacting a daring scheme, a scheme that could just change the face of their society.

"THE TRUTH BEHIND"

This past year (2020) has been a chaotic one for a lot of us, and I believe that we will all require much therapy for 2020 and beyond. I've been working on a poetry exercise that will gauge my creativity. I wanna call my project Stressfun, because I wanna talk about some issues but at the same time evoke a sense of positivity in that there is life after struggles. I don't know how well the finished project will fare as a paid release, but I'll get there when I get there. For now, I just want to see how far I can go, and that's why I only want to come out with five poems. Think of this as a demo EP before a studio album release, and lots of feedback would be appreciated. Three poems will be "stress", two poems will be "fun".

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