Tag Archives: Dystopia

Jannah, Tian, Mbiguni

Tumbleweeds dripping acid blow through the streets. At every other intersection is an emaciated husk you’d think is that of a corpse until it begins to turn, watching you as you pass. The remnants of bodies are strewn hither and … Continue reading

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Immortality must Die

Dear Sir/Madam, It is with the most sincere admiration that we congratulate the team of scientists who earlier this week announced their momentous discovery. The ‘secret to immortality’ is one which many have tried and failed to unveil since our … Continue reading

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Behemoth-eaten in Scar City

Tendrils wrapped around every pillar of interaction. No space left to call safe. Privacy now a distant memory. Every breath measured, every utterance analysed, every thought policed. Orwell’s predictions now woefully quaint. The dystopian visions of the past a fairytale … Continue reading

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Get out your tiny violins

It is we who are the damned. We who have to live with the shame. We who must struggle day and night – especially at night – with the memories of how we saw all this coming…and did nothing. We … Continue reading

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On the lookout for an old high

“We got another one.” Detective Beck sighed. Of course there was another one. There was always another one. This thing was out of control, and all her knucklehead colleagues could think of was the extra overtime. “On it, Chief.” Her … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part XVII – Machination

As if she had learned the spiel by rote, Ramla rolled out a technical explanation of the facilities. Shani would almost furtively add the odd word sentence to elaborate on her sister’s discourse, but would otherwise remain still while Ramla … Continue reading

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The Forgotten Exchange

I am 35 years old. I must be, because the year is 2020. I know this, because the briefing notes written in my hand tell me so. What else do they tell me? During the Cold War, a great lake … Continue reading

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