Autocracy in the Derelict
The overseers had started to talk. I don’t know when it first started as it was something that happened gradually. I noticed the overseer in charge of my and Flint’s party conversing with some...
Tagged: dystopia
Syndicate Dystopia – A Sci-Fi Short Story
I woke up to the sound of an advertisement. It played bracingly loud in my head, forcing me to pay attention to it. Begrudgingly, I got up out of bed and listened to the...
Power in the Derelict
Life as a serf was less fun than one would think. Of course, one wouldn’t think highly of being a serf given the historical precedent. But, when I allowed myself to become a serf,...
Dominentur: City of the Derelict
There were people in the Derelict. The startling realization hit me like a thunderbolt. So many had disappeared within the Derelicts steel walls. Everyone had always assumed that they had died. But, what if...
Brilliance in the Derelict
Lights weren’t uncommon in the Derelict. Though the sun was smog and mists permanently obscured, small lights littered the Derelict. Thousands of little colored lights abounded. But the light that Flint and I beheld...
Lost in the Derelict
“I want to turn back.” The words kept tumbling around in my head. I’d led us here into the Derelict. Now, Flint and I had realized that it was the height of folly. Flint...
Into the Derelict; Into the Ruin
The Derelict drew everyone’s eye. The Derelict was our open secret, a mess of metal and swamp that gathered people like moths to a candle. Many went in adventurers, conquerors, thrill-seekers, heroes, search parties....