In the year 2050, individual families are a relic of the past. All children are brought up in state-run institutions known as “Nurseries,” where they are raised to serve society. The concept of “family” has been erased, replaced by collective upbringing under the watchful eye of the government. Every child, including Axel, is just another number in the system, groomed to follow a predetermined pat...

*From the perspective of 324 because why not?*

Is it truly believable that when, in the name of equality, if all humans are raised the same, dressed the same, fed the same, given the same items, taught the same subjects, given the same opportunities, and spoon-fed the same brainwashing slop there can still be a rise?

Someone who allows the gears in their brain to rotate just a tad, a small littl...

In the attic of General Y’s quarters, 717 and I sit close together in the cramped space full of cold drafts and metal.

At 717’s feet lies a small hexagonal-shaped piece of technology, the screen sending an eerie blue glow in the otherwise dark room.

“What.. what is it?” I question in a small whisper. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“An Angulux.” responds 717, running their gloved finger a...

Grey. All is grey.

The walls, the floor, the sky — is there anything that isn’t grey? I’ve never known any other colour, to be truthful. Well, that is a lie — I’ve heard of other colours existing; how the sky used to be bright blue or even orange, or how the clouds used to be a cotton white so soft you thought you can reach out and just—

<<Can #0140 please head to the RCHQ at the soonest possib...

I slip my frame under the only halfway cracked window. Although it leads to only the rooftop garden I love it more then life.

The bushes, wisteria, tiger lily, cacti and bumbling bees swinging and flying in a jagged pattern only they can understand. It’s the only remaining aspect from when the school used to be a community venture for all. After the Class Wars we weren’t even to talk of its ori...

‘3 years’, I think to myself, ‘just 3 more years until I age out. Then, I’ll be able to live far, far away from here.’

Another splat of spaghetti falls onto my head. I pull it out of my hair and throw it out. Now, with tomato sauce all over my curls, I cover my head with my binder and try my best to wiggle unnoticed out of the dining hall. It isn’t easy, mind you, as everyone else is looking f...

27 augustus 2050 is wat mijn telefoon aangeeft. Ik weet exact wat er gaat gebeuren vandaag en het is niet iets waar ik naar uitgekeken heb. Vandaag is Raoul jarig en wordt hij 18, wat betekent dat hij weg mag, op zichzelf mag gaan wonen en dat de kans dat ik hem ooit nog spreek, klein is.

Sinds 20 geleden worden alle kinderen opgevoed in overheidsinstellingen. Kinderen leren hier hoe ze de perfe...

I was nervously sweating, I realized. The scent of salt filling my nostrils as beads of sweat formed on my upper lip. “What?”

“You heard me,” My supervisor spat, rubbing his temple with annoyance as he handed me the hard drive.

As I squeezed it in my palm, avoiding to look at it, I kept my eyes on his perfected suit, the angular lines of his black jacket, the solid red tie, and the slickness of...

I understood hunger. I was immune to it but there was always some way I could put food on the table. Whether it was negotiating with people, begging sometimes even stealing. Yet here, there was no way out. No way for me to leave and haggle with some misunderstanding, elderly woman. No. I was stuck here and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Now without my family I didn’t have the we...

While Alice was in Catherine’s garden outside the mansion, she met another ladybug.

“Hi!” said the ladybug to Alice. “Hi! What’s your name?” asked Alice.

“My name is Louis.” says the ladybug. “So your a boy ladybug?” asked Alice. “Yes.” responded Louis....