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We Are All Thursday

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therenotjustbooks

1stperson dystopia enemiestolovers fiction foundfamily futuristic morallygreyfemalemaincharacter rebellion science-fantasy slowburn

The old world is gone, there are no more nations, no more continents. There is just the City. Where one day, Thursday, is the only day of the week where people have freedom. Where we can drink, abuse substances, be with the people we want to be with and curse, you can say words you wouldn't say in front of your mother on Thursday. 

Every other day is controlled. You must watch what you say, what you do and even how you think. We are constantly monitored by the CMD (Central Monitoring District), and they are always looking for mistakes or faults, except on Thursdays. The CMD is split into two units; the MOM( Monitoring of Minors) and the MOA( Monitoring of Adults). Minors are seen as parasites, they are what's wrong with humanity and if they can be perfected, then we can take our next step in evolution. Tougher restrictions and harsher punishments are the result of this way of thinking. MOMs are undeniably worse than MOAs. 
The Mistaken Adults are made convicts, and their time depends on their mistake. But the Mistaken Minors disappear, no one knows where they go and no one wants to. My name is Lydia Green and I am a minor.All Rights Reserved

1stperson dystopia enemiestolovers fiction foundfamily futuristic morallygreyfemalemaincharacter rebellion science-fantasy slowburn

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Now or Later by InactiveQueen

"Harry, don't walk away from me when I am trying to talk to you! You can not just get into a bitch fit when i am in the middle of a fucking meeting! I had to kill that guy because he saw your face!" Harry jerked away from Louis' hold, turning away from him "You said you would do a lot of fucking things. It has been weeks, baby. I get it okay. You are nervous. " Louis pulled at his shirt sarcastically giggling "Harry, nervous? HA! You think I am fucking nervous? I am terrified, Aloe! The people I deal with don't care about anything. They see you as a weakness, a way to get to me! They see you and they take you and put a fucking bullet in your head. They send that shit to me and to them, Harry, it is any old Tuesday!" -- Or an Au where morals aren't ethical, truths are lies, and love hurts. But not as much as a bullet to the buttcheck, no that hurts worse.

The Fighter by gabby_vazquez

My life turned upside down when I was 13 My father was murder right in front of my eyes by his own brother My mother betrayed me and my father When I was 13 I was thrown in a cell and haven't seen the light since 5 years later I was finally let out of my cell And was told I had to fight for my life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the war that destroyed mostly every thing in America, in order to survive three major cities were built to help restore what was lost. To get everything back to normal again. Around those cities are small villages were the poor lives. The people who are barely surviving. The major city is called Alancia and that is were Victoria lives. Her father use to be the Leader of Alancia along side with his wife and brother. Until one day his brother killed him in cold blood and locked Victoria up in a cell. When she turned 18 she was offered a deal. Each year Alancia holds a fighting tournament for public display. The biggest and the baddest fight in this tournament and barely make it out alive. She has to fight in this tournament and if she won she had her freedom back. If she lost she would loose her freedom once again. Victoria knows she can't pass up this opportunity up. Even though she would be reminiscing old memories And meeting someone who can ruin it all Whatever the cost is she is willing to fight. THIS IS NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Contains: Vulgar language and fighting. Some sexual conent.i

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Seeking Serenity by sarcastic_shivi

Imagine a girl who at the age of thirteen is a drug addict. Now imagine that same person a few years later as a student at MIT... I believe 9 out of 10 people reading this will not be able to do so. It is not because you don't have a wild imagination, but because our societies have made our heads so biased to what they think is proper, that our heads get stuck to stereotypes and prejudices. Every other way of thinking seems wrong. But, there always are a few rebels. The rebels who define the world as they see it. The rebels who don't let others define them. The rebels who break the barriers. The rebels for whom the sky, is just the lower limit. But the people look at them from a sight of disgust. They forget that these people have not had a simple life.... Bring in that thirteen year old a drug addict who graduated from the top of her class at MIT. That, my friend is me, Louissa Marx... What happens when good people are put into an evil place? Do they triumph or does the situation dominate their past history and morality? P.S- Beautiful cover by @_brilliant . It really makes my story complete! (Readers if you ever need a cover please do ask her because I swear she will make you one hell of a cover)

The Wasting by DLSheron

***COMPLETED***So get this... We've been living in a dystopian nightmare for 10 years now. Grandpa Alfred says it's the older generation's fault--well duh! To make matters worse, Bell, my twin sister, contracted "The Wasting." No doubt she caught it by helping the kids in the Forbidden Zones. That's where all the mutant freaks live. Not just your usual freaks but kids with missing limbs, half a face, twisted spines... My witch of a mother thinks it's from the nuke plants leaking after the purple lights lit up the skies. The preggo's babies turned into monsters. Due to Bell's bleeding heart she only has a month to live. Grandpa says he knows this invisible guy with a cure, (yeah right... what you've been sniffing Grandpa?) He's disappeared and so close to "Recycling" age. Now it's up to me and only me, Izzy Quest, a freaked out teen from Brooklyn, to save my dying twin sister. You may have guessed by now, I'm not the save-the-day-sort--Bell is. She's the sweet, honest, dependable, pretty twin. Don't believe me? Ask my lunatic of a mother. "You look like Bell; try acting like her." If Bell had to save me, she'd be all organized with sticky notes and a compass. Me? What do I have but OCD, a short fuse and a cynical attitude. Oh, but I can run--fast. I can outrun any boy in my school. Well, when there were schools. As of today, all schools are closed indefinitely. Thanks evil, New Regime! (Bell wants me to tell you our story is in 3rd person and not first person--whatever that means...) Find out what the Quest sisters are up to next! Read: "Escape From Fat Camp"

The Darkness in the Light by djscloud

For over a hundred years, humanity has lived in fear of the monsters that roam the streets, lurking in the drains below. Women and their daughters hide, protected in their homes, while men take their sons through the world, teaching them the responsibilities of having a family to feed and dangers to avoid. No one leaves the home unless it's essential, and most of the world prefers it that way. Until one girl spends her days perched on her window seat, looking down at the world below and dreaming of a different life. Her eyes are always drawn to the dark, ominous drains in the street, the ones that often blink open to swallow and person whole. One day, that person is her little brother, snatched right in front of her from their arms of their father and gone forever. When a person is snatched, they never return, and life goes on without them. But she can't accept that. Breaking all the rules, all the things she's ever known, she braves the world outside her little townhouse and goes on a mission into the darkness to find her brother. Only, it's soon her that becomes the one lost to the drains. To survive she must rediscover her world, and in the process, rediscover herself. She will be reunited with old friends, gain new ones, find out deeper secrets about her past than she ever could have imagined, and learn that the world is even more corrupt than she always thought. *** This story contains sexist ideology, mention of cheating, some gruesome scenes, and a whole lot of monsters and darkness. It isn't overly mature... there isn't much explicit language or sexual scenes, but there is a bit of violence, so just keep that in mind... and despite all that negativity, ENJOY!

The Girl with No Emotions by vloria_vines

I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

Coding Decoding | on going by sadimtouch

The Age of Information. They watch you, follows your every move. A slip of tongue, false alarm, wrong password and every bit of your information will be in the hands of the other end while you will be reduced to triviality. States dominating States, manipulating their population to work under them. To live and die for them, because, what is a man without its state? Nothing. A malicious and hideous Governing Body, playing keys of black and white, striped and colourful humans like puppets. The laws of marriage, pawns as children and trading everything to be placed further up the hierarchy. Blinded by the rapacity of power and fame, not even backstabbing is given a second thought. May it be to your dearest friend or foe. A girl of flesh and bones, contract bound to be a cyborg soon, eradicating stereotypes and malpractices, wrecking entitlement and fighting for peace. A boy of frail faith in love, snatched away from his lover, in search for a purpose to live for. Eight years. Seven days. Six hours. Five lives. Four heads. Three teenagers. Two states. One project. - ©all rights reserved. 2021 (vaulce) : current cover by me - [05/08/2021] - [N/A]

Storm Of Pain by fictionlover20040228

Have you ever seen your life flash before your eyes? Seen all the good memories with you and your friends and loved ones just pass in a few split seconds before the moment comes where you know you'll die? Where you determine if it's going to be a quick or slow and painful death? Well then, same. I risk my life on a daily bases saving others, strangers, kids, families, anyone my team and I can help ranging from terrorist attacks to bombs to pretty much anything. The training that I received a few years ago allows me to do that, it allows me to be the best person that I can be, if I could go back to the day I joined the military I wouldn't change a single thing; the only thing I would've changed in my journey is to have looked after her better. To have kept her safe. But life had other plans with both of us... ***** All ideas in this book are thought of by me. Nothing has been based of another book. If something is the same as another's, it purely coincidental. *Don't copy from my book *Don't report my book because of a few violent scenes *My book is copyrighted. If I found out you copied my book, I will report you. *Remember to vote and comment

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Now or Later cover

The Fighter cover

The experiment. cover

Seeking Serenity cover

The Wasting cover

The Darkness in the Light cover

The Girl with No Emotions cover

Coding Decoding | on going cover

Storm Of Pain cover

Now or Later

"Harry, don't walk away from me when I am trying to talk to you! You can not just get into a bitch fit when i am in the middle of a fucking meeting! I had to kill that guy because he saw your face!" Harry jerked away from Louis' hold, turning away from him "You said you would do a lot of fucking things. It has been weeks, baby. I get it okay. You are nervous. " Louis pulled at his shirt sarcastically giggling "Harry, nervous? HA! You think I am fucking nervous? I am terrified, Aloe! The people I deal with don't care about anything. They see you as a weakness, a way to get to me! They see you and they take you and put a fucking bullet in your head. They send that shit to me and to them, Harry, it is any old Tuesday!" -- Or an Au where morals aren't ethical, truths are lies, and love hurts. But not as much as a bullet to the buttcheck, no that hurts worse.