Dystopian stories are tales set in worlds and times where society is dehumanizing and dark. Many of these stories are set in the future, but they can be set in historical settings as well.
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- A Bootleg Christmas
*Author Note: This is a prequel/Christmas Short Story to the story: The Invasion of Allegra which is in Kindle Vella* Watchtower XXIV, Deep Space 25 December, 2283 – 00.04 “Fahy!” Vansen whispers through the door that she had just barely cracked open. Yawning, Fahy rolls onto his side and looks at the light that is streaming in through the crack from the bright hallway outside of his cabin. Rubbing his eyes, he asks, “Yeah?” “Can we come in?” Vansen requests, “It’s just Boris, Fagan, and I.” Nodding slowly, Fahy thinks about what Vansen was asking. A few beats pass and - The World Beneath
The Black Forest, Allegra “Listen, Horton, I don’t have all day,” Hreve snaps as he scowls at his companion. Horton had been stammering through the same complaint for the past three minutes and wasn’t showing any sign of finishing. Horton huffs before he weakly says, “Well, I’m just saying that we shouldn’t wander all the way back here alone!” Hreve ignores Horton and he continues deeper into the cave system that they had claimed as their apocalypse bunker upon the news of the alien invasion. Hreve didn’t know if the claims of the alien invasion were true or not, but - At the Edge of the WorldTina watched the waves crash over her bare feet and let the words leave her lips. “He’s dead.” “Yeah.” Johnny kept his distance. He always did. How the man could be so comforting yet so detached from reality was beyond Tina. But she wished she could be detached, too. Numb. Empty. Why was it hard for her and easy for the others? “Did you see it?” she asked softly. The cool breeze bit her cheeks and the smell of salt burned her nostrils. “Yeah.” Tina fought tears. “Did he…” Apologize? Mention her? Did he die fast or slow? No one
- A Man Travels Light When He Has Nothing Left
One Gage Homestead, Markham “I always knew that Tuesdays weren’t my day,” Howard Gage tells himself with a chuckle. Looking afar off, he slowly counts a few of the stars near the horizon. There was such an otherworldly majesty to those pinpricks of light that always made Howard feel small—but in a good way. Shaking his head, Howard leans against the flimsy rail on his worn-out porch. Years ago, the porch had been beautiful, and the rail held firm. That was back when his grandfather—the man who started the homestead—had built it. That was the only thing that Howard’s grandfather - Ellendawn: The City of Lights
One Ellendawn, Gad “To think that they used to say that we were the weird ones,” Aleph laughs as he and his brother look out to the city that they grew up in. Stretched out in front of them is the city of Ellendawn, a city better known as ‘the City of Lights.’ According to the stories, the town first got its name from the breathtaking sunrises that once graced the landscape. There was supposedly a natural eternally rose gold hue to the light that was, as rumor had it, quite lovely. But that was years ago, long before the - Bad News
Alright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
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- A Bootleg Christmas*Author Note: This is a prequel/Christmas Short Story to the story: The Invasion of Allegra which is in Kindle Vella* Watchtower XXIV, Deep Space 25 December, 2283 – 00.04 “Fahy!” Vansen whispers through the door that she had just barely cracked open. Yawning, Fahy rolls onto his side and looks at the light that is streaming in through the crack from the bright hallway outside of his cabin. Rubbing his eyes, he asks, “Yeah?” “Can we come in?” Vansen requests, “It’s just Boris, Fagan, and I.” Nodding slowly, Fahy thinks about what Vansen was asking. A few beats pass and
- A Man Travels Light When He Has Nothing LeftOne Gage Homestead, Markham “I always knew that Tuesdays weren’t my day,” Howard Gage tells himself with a chuckle. Looking afar off, he slowly counts a few of the stars near the horizon. There was such an otherworldly majesty to those pinpricks of light that always made Howard feel small—but in a good way. Shaking his head, Howard leans against the flimsy rail on his worn-out porch. Years ago, the porch had been beautiful, and the rail held firm. That was back when his grandfather—the man who started the homestead—had built it. That was the only thing that Howard’s grandfather
- At the Edge of the WorldTina watched the waves crash over her bare feet and let the words leave her lips. “He’s dead.” “Yeah.” Johnny kept his distance. He always did. How the man could be so comforting yet so detached from reality was beyond Tina. But she wished she could be detached, too. Numb. Empty. Why was it hard for her and easy for the others? “Did you see it?” she asked softly. The cool breeze bit her cheeks and the smell of salt burned her nostrils. “Yeah.” Tina fought tears. “Did he…” Apologize? Mention her? Did he die fast or slow? No one
- Bad NewsAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
- Ellendawn: The City of LightsOne Ellendawn, Gad “To think that they used to say that we were the weird ones,” Aleph laughs as he and his brother look out to the city that they grew up in. Stretched out in front of them is the city of Ellendawn, a city better known as ‘the City of Lights.’ According to the stories, the town first got its name from the breathtaking sunrises that once graced the landscape. There was supposedly a natural eternally rose gold hue to the light that was, as rumor had it, quite lovely. But that was years ago, long before the
- The World BeneathThe Black Forest, Allegra “Listen, Horton, I don’t have all day,” Hreve snaps as he scowls at his companion. Horton had been stammering through the same complaint for the past three minutes and wasn’t showing any sign of finishing. Horton huffs before he weakly says, “Well, I’m just saying that we shouldn’t wander all the way back here alone!” Hreve ignores Horton and he continues deeper into the cave system that they had claimed as their apocalypse bunker upon the news of the alien invasion. Hreve didn’t know if the claims of the alien invasion were true or not, but