Sociopolitical Stories

A dystopian future -or perhaps a utopian one?- where the tenets of radical feminism have been pushed to their absolute limits. Men are at a clear disadvantage, actively marginalized and replaced at every level by "empowered" women. This is the story of two generations witnessing the evolution of an overwhelmingly female society, where the few women who choose to have offspring do so through selective artificial insemination to ensure they only have daughters. Men watch helplessly as they are relegated to second-class citizens, while the few boys born are subjected to 'recommended procedures' to prevent the resurgence of the dreaded 'phallocentric' culture. Only small, underground groups of Christians remain, accused of hate crimes and facing a persecution more relentless than that of Nero's time. Yet, there is still reason for hope. Love, the world's true engine, will fight with determination to break through a dehumanized society that has become cruel, despotic, and filled with hatred.

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.

Poem

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.

A young soldier is off to war

#TBA

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".

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. -

The manifesto of the Anti-Prank, also known as Meta-prank

it means nothing.

"THE TRUTH BEHIND"

A satirical short story about a "good Christian woman."

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!

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

An academic essay in which I explore the influence of Superhero media and culture on the American people through the sociopolitical, sociological, psychological, and criminological academic disciplinary lenses. It's a long essay I worked my butt off on and frankly, it's awesome. The cover took forever with my simple paint program.

Romada and Neiara are happy with their life of pirating when they get the news that tilts their world upside down: the crown prince has been murdered, by a siren. Neiara is now in danger as racial tensions explode and the kingdom starts rounding up sirens and putting them into camps. Their only hope is to hide Neiara long enough for them to find a way to remove the distinguishing feature that marks her as a siren: her pointed spine. When that plan fails, it's up to Romada to find the strength and courage to face off against the kingdom and save her lover.