As the sun crests the eastern mountain it sparks life into the military academy below. The valley erupts with the customary bugles and trumpets the cadets have grown oh so familiar with. It has been seven months since Vira’s parents had begrudgingly sent her to the conscripted school of Galloway. Morning after morning she awoke to the blaring bugles, but it never got any easier this routine. Despi...

Mira clicked the door to her dorm closed. this might be the last time she sleeps in this room… in this building, if everything goes according to plan.

These past few months have been all about her future- the beginning of her life. she knew how lucky she was to have her all instructors leading her towards her purpose. she didn’t know where she would be without all the guidance and training she h...

A loud buzzing sound rattles my eardrums and I begrudgingly slump out of bed. I look at my alarm clock. I slept over four hours past schedule. Dang, I must have been _tired. _I look above my door and to my surprise, (and a bit of delight), the never-red siren is as crimson as ever, and bright as emergency lights flash from inside.

This is new. I shiver in exhilaration. _Nothing _new ...

I woke up to the sound of an alarm. I stood up and ran to my door to see what was happening. Looking out of the window I saw panic. I opened the door to the sight of the other kids packing what little they had. I ran over to my friend Jeremy and asked what was going on. He gave a look that I had never seen before. A look that showed fear and doubt. “It’s over, it’s all over” he said while shoving ...

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...